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~The Beastman Mansion~

Part Two: Bryce the Bull

Written By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! This Story Contains: Male (Bull) On Male (Human) Consensual Mega Cock Play, Macro, Cum Play, Willing Cock Vore, Unwilling Cumgestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

As I skim through the catalogue, my eyes land upon a specific page that catches my attention and I find myself quickly scanning over the important parts.

~ Name: Bryce Krontaur ~

~ Species: Bull ~

~ Age: 32 ~

~ Body Type: Muscular ~

~ Height: 7,6 m / 25 f ~

~ Body Weight: 3855 kg / 8498 lb ~

~ Penis Length: 213 cm / 84 in ~

~ Penis Girth: 91 cm / 36 in ~

~ Testicle Girth: 120 cm / 47 in ~

~ Testicle Weight: 124 kg / 272 lb ~

Oliver: “…" There is no way on this green earth that there is a beastman this big! This has to be a joke… Right??

Scanning over his statistics again, I try to control my disbelief, but when my eyes land upon the measurements of his cock… Is this really possible?? I mean, not only is his penis a whole two feet longer than I am tall, but one of his nut's weighs more than my entire body! This is… It's just not possible!

A cough from the other end of the room catches my attention, and as I shyly peek over the catalogue, I see James clearing his throat before he gets back to wiping down the counter. Hiding myself behind the book as inconspicuously as possible, my greedy gaze scans the bull's statistics once more, and for the life, I just can't seem to wrap my head around what I'm reading.

If this isn't some kind of joke, I can't understand what a giant like this would be doing in a whorehouse. I mean, you can't exactly do anything with someone that big! Or like… Could you? The more I think about it, the more curious I become, and after reading through his profile for a little while longer, my nervous gaze scans the room and I look for the door containing his section.

My eyes train on the doorway labelled with “Bovine" above it and I have a short moment of doubt where I ask myself if I should really visit this particular guy or not, but after glossing over his profile one last time, I steel my nerves, down my drink, and make my way through the doorway with as much confidence as I can muster.

As soon as I step into the hallway, not only does the timer in my pocket beep upon my arrival, but my eyes widen in surprise at how different this passage is.

The hallway ahead of me is about thirty-feet wide, twelve meters high, and made entirely out of smooth concrete. The first thing of note is how militarian it is. Compared to the questionable interior of the “Foyer", this passage is void of anything more than florescent lights adorning the ceiling and an endless amount of metal doors lining the walls. Tracing my hand over the closest doorframe, I find the door itself to look eerily like something you'd find in a bank vault, it makes me wonder if they're meant to keep people out, or their inhabitants in…

I'm snapped from my musings as I remember the timer in my pocket, and upon retrieving the golden device and looking at the analogue screen, I see the seconds are already counting down; But I'm in no real hurry. I have eight hours to do whatever I want. I could probably blow my load like, ten times if we get straight into sex, but there's no way I could handle that. Five is the most I've ever ejaculated in one day, and I have no plans on trying to break that record.

I've always preferred to talk first anyway. It's always nice to get to know the guy that's going to rail my ass. When I used to hooked-up with people in the past, I'd always try to get to know them first, because not only does it help with understanding what they want in the bedroom, but it helped me to not feel so cheap, but sadly, most of those guys just wanted a “Hump and dump", and I ended up feeling cheap regardless of how much we spoke beforehand…

Walking down the passageway, I continue to muse over the many unpleasant one-night-stands I've hade and hope that this one doesn't turn out to be the same, but I'm pulled from my thoughts as I reach a door labelled with the room number containing the beastman I've decided to spend my night with.

Oliver: “Alright… Just take it easy and don't make this awkward." I sigh out one last time, but instantly find myself stumped on how to enter the room until I see a keypad beside the door. After another moment of uncertainty, I pull out my golden timer and experimentally wave it across the face of the device, and much to my surprise, jolt as the red light above the door turns green.

The sound of a hydraulic lock clicking is followed by me hesitantly pushing the door open a few inches and then entering in a similar fashion. The first thing I notice while standing in the doorway is the giant space opening before me. This room is so much larger than the hallway suggested it would be that it feels more like I'm stepping into some kind of warehouse rather than a pleasure room.

Despite the enormous space being lit with lights that are just as dim as what I found in the foyer, I can tell that the room spans for hundreds of metres to either side, and as I struggle to make out shapes and images in the swathing darkness, the first thing that becomes discernible is a particularly strangely shaped heap at the far end of the room. It kinda looks like piles of garbage, or perhaps huge mounds of clothing, but even as I squint to try make better sense of it, I can't see anything more than rounded edges bathes in shadow.

My gaze travels from the oddity to the rest of the room. The space around me appears to be set up like a bachelor pad, as most of the furniture is situated against the walls, and doesn't just leave the centre of the room with a lot of walking room, but makes this place look even bigger than it is.

My eyes land upon a large dining table that sits directly across from a small kitchen. While I can't tell from this distance if any of this furniture is authentic or not, the metal legs of the chairs look sturdy enough for me to surmise that none of these things are props. I wonder if there is anything on the table? I doubt I'd even be able to climb up the legs of the chair to check. I'm not sure if it's this weird darkness that swathes through each section of this condo-styled room like a fog, but I'm struggling to focus on the furniture properly.

The shadows in the room are… Bizarre. They feel spooky beyond the darkness they cast across each surface, eldritch in a way that makes me recall the scary stories me and my cousins used to tell around a campfire during our yearly family gathering, and haunting in a way that makes me want to turn around and never enter this room ever again. Yet despite all these unnerving feelings I'm filled with, I decide to walk a little deeper inside.

I jolt in shock, for as soon as I take two steps into the room, the heavy metal door closes behind me and locks with a resounding “Click!". While the notion of not being able to escape does cross my mind, the sight of a secondary keypad on the inside puts my mind at ease enough for me to turn around and take a better look at where I am.

From the thousand-foot plasma screen mounted on the wall to my left and the equally large loveseat in front of it, this place starts to feel more like a movie set by the second. While most of the floor appears to be made entirely out of the same type of dark concrete as the hallway I just came from, a few more steps into the room has me walking across the kind of ugly carpet only a bachelor could pick out. I brush my sneakers through the fibres and smile dumbly as they wrinkle. This rug is as real as it gets, and as I walk deeper into the dimly lit room, I start to contemplate how much this rug alone must have cost to make.

Oliver: “I wonder if they set all of this up purely to help fool people into believing there could be a giant living here?" But then again, why go through all that trouble? I mean… It's not like giant's never existed in this world before, but that was a very long time ago, and as far as I recall, there is only one remaining giant left alive in the world, and I don't imagine he would have taken up whoring as a way to make ends meet.

Looking to the ceiling, I can't make out much more than a few intercrossing metal beams that further solidifies my belief that this is a warehouse, but it's as I'm thinking this that the dimensions of the room really start to confuse me. With how evenly the doors are spaced out in the hallway, there is no way for them to all lead to different rooms. Actually, now that I think about it, the ceiling is far too high to–

Oliver: “!!!" My thought process is cut short and I stop dead in my tracks as a deep rumbling reverberates through the entire room like the sound of thunder before a downpour. I look around with stiff movements, but see nothing other than the shifting shadows and oversized appliances.

Oliver: “H-hello…?" The strange sound echoes again as soon as I call out and instantly makes me regret speaking, but as I take a step back in preparation to flee, I notice through my peripherals that the heaps I had once considered trash on the far end of the room are moving, and as I turn to look at it properly, I watch in horror as what I soon realise to be the shape of a humanoid body raises to its feet!

Seeing what I can only wager to be seven metred tall monster rising from the floor like a demon ascending the depths of hell, my fight or flight response kicks in hard, and without a second thought, I scurry towards the closes means of cover I can, but before I can properly hide myself behind the leg of an oversized table, the giant stomps across the carpet and heads straight for me!

I'm about to scream, to perhaps try make a mad dash for the exit and escape this nightmare, but the rumbling footfalls have me frozen in place; They shake through the ground and rattled every bone in my body, and by the time they fall a few metres in front of me, I can practically feel the wind they kick up.

I consider praying, to fall to my knees and beg all the gods and devils to save me from this, but before my legs can give out, a booming voice rumbles and steals any thought racing through my head.

???: Well, well, well. What have we here~?" The male's voice is deep, and it rumbles just as heavily as his footfalls did, so much so that it causes me to cover my ears and wince from the sharp pain that shoots through my head.

???: “Come now, no need ta hide, ya came here lookin' for me after all, right?" While some part of me already understood that this thundering voice belongs to the very giant that I had read about, it's only as he says this that I realise he is the prostitute that I've come to visit and how foolish I must look hiding.

Bryce: “Don't be scared, I ain't gonna hurt ya." I'm not sure if it's the assurance that he won't hurt me, or that I don't want to appear any whimper than I already do, but I step out from behind the leg of the table and take a few steps forward.

Bryce: “That's it. See? Nothin' ta be afraid of!" Despite the smile I hear playing upon his lips, the bovine's blaring voice causes me to wince.

Bryce: “Woops, sorry about that. Is this better?" He asks with not just concern in his voice, but in a much lower register. I nod shyly as it doesn't feel like my eardrums are going to explode, and can all but hear the smile on the giant's face when he next speaks.

Bryce: “Heh, yer a small fella, ain't ya?" While being only five foot tall has indeed left me feeling small around almost everyone I've ever met, standing before a behemoth like this leaves me feeling absolutely tiny.

Oliver: “I-I guess…" I've been staring at what I realise to be his cloven black hooves this whole time, but I finally build up enough courage to crane my neck and attempt to speak to the beastman properly.

It's… This guy is beyond what I could ever have expected to find. Not only is this titan at least twenty-five feet tall, covered in mounds of muscle, and built like a brick shithouse, but he's almost completely naked! Bryce is dressed in nothing more than a neon green jockstrap that perfectly shows off just how shapely the bulge of his pride is, and a matching bulldog harness that hugs his chest and makes him look even more intimidating.

The bovine towering over me is as well defined as a Greek statue, pronounced as if his body were carved from stone, and so well built that not only can I make out every curve that bulges beneath his sleek black fur, but my eyes trace over the veins that protrude along his muscular arms, legs, chest, and abs.

I'm snapped from my musings as Bryce laughs. His voice bellows across the room like thunder and makes my insides vibrate.

Bryce: “Well, sure, I guess that was pretty dumb ta say, huh? Anyone will look tiny next ta me, but what I meant was that ya look a little smaller than most humans." He says this with a cheeky tone, and while I can't exactly make out his features properly from this angle, I can see the same naughty look in his eyes while he curiously watches me.

Bryce: “So what's yer name? I mean, I know that our clients aren't supposed ta have names 'n all that, but what can I call ya? Even somethin' fake will do." While I understand the need for using an alias in a place like this, the honest part of me discards any idea that revealing my true identity would be a bad idea.

Oliver: “Well… My real name is Oliver." I catch sight of the bull's ears twitching, and despite my voice barely coming out louder than a whisper, he doesn't seem to have any problems hearing me.

Bryce: “Oliver, ey? Nice. Mine's Bryce, but I'm sure ya already read that in my file, right?" The oversized bull looks over his shoulder while scratching his chest and I catch my first proper glimpse of his ivory horns.

I think what still has me feeling on edge is not just how monstrously enormous this guy is, but that he's partially veiled in shadows. The lights in this room are strange, even more so than the foyer. They don't illuminate everything in the same way that normal florescent lights would, and with how wavy the beams shimmer across the bull's sleek black fur, it almost looks like water rippling; I kinda feel dizzy if I focus on this weird lighting for too long.

Bryce: “Ya wanna take a seat or somethin'? Feels kinda weird ta just be standin' 'round 'n talkin'. Besides, I'm sure ya neck's already gettin' sore!" He chuckles heartily at this own joke while I remain dumbfounded; Not sure how I should even be responding to this guy. He's acting all casual-like despite how freaked out I obviously am. Maybe he's just trying to make it not seem like such a big deal by acting friendly? Like, a go-to strategy to keep his clients calm?

Oliver: “Uhm… Sh-sure?" The bull only smiles and nods before turning tail and stomping off to the other end of the room.

I watch his whip-like tail flicker and find my eyes locked on his bare ass cheeks as he canters over to the other end of the room, but quickly snap out of my daze and take a deep breath before releasing it in a rattled sigh.

Despite the anxiety still playing in my chest, I break into a run and catch up with the bull, but by the time that I reach the other end of the room, not only am I a panting mess, but I also find the monolithic beastman to already be sitting on a giant… Foam mat? Or wait, is this a futon? It kinda seems like a mattress built into the floor, but it's made out of a thick kind of blue rubbery material that reminds me of a wrestling mat.

This padded part of the floor is sectioned right against the wall and is wide and long enough for the giant to lie down, and while I consider for a moment that this might just be his bed, especially since there's a couple oversized cushions scattered around him, I catch sight of what I wager to be his actual bed on the far-lefthand side of the room. I guess this area was specifically designed for him to entertain clients?

Bryce: “Welcome, welcome! Make yerself at home~" He says this while gesturing to one of the pillows, and when I say pillow, I mean an oversized velvet red cushion that's as big as it appears stiff. The throw pillow is square, laid flat to the right of the bovine who is currently sitting with his hooves stretched in front of himself, has the surface area of four or more double beds, and is at least two or more metres from the ground.

Despite how welcoming he's being, I still feel awkward as I step onto the foam mat and walk up to the red cushion, but quickly find myself stumped on how to mount it. There are thick yellow seams running along on the side of the pillow, perhaps I could use them to climb up? I've never been the most athletic person around, so that might be a bit difficult… Maybe I should just sit on the mat? I don't exactly want to appear rude, but–!?

My thoughts are cut short, for a grunt and a waft of air are my only warnings before I'm suddenly plucked from the ground and raised into the air! It takes me a moment to realise that the giant has just picked me up, and despite how gentle he's being, my body still goes stiff and my legs kick out in panic!

My world is shrouded in darkness as the bull's hand wrap around me, and some irrational part of my mind imagines that Bryce is about to crush me just like the giants do in all fairy tales, but as his fingers unfurl and the bovine turns his palm upwards, not only do I find myself laying in the middle of his hand like a bug he just caught, but I start to notice the warmth radiating from his leathery skin.

I quickly get to my knees and grab onto the first thing I can, which ends up being one of Bryce's fingers, and despite the lingering vertigo and unease of being picked up by a titan, I find myself captivated by the texture and warmth of his fleshy coloured skin. Like all bovine beastmen, Bryce has ungulate shaped legs with cloven hooves and hands that are much more similar to mine than the paws of my ex-boyfriend.

Bryce's hand is warm, big enough for me to fit comfortably in the palm of it, and leathery to the point that it feels like he once spent his life doing manual labour, and despite the familiar fleshy pink colour of his palm, the black fur creeping around the edges of his wrist and the darker and far thicker fingernails are enough to make his hand very different to a human's.

While Bryce's mitt appear as normal as any beastman's hand can be, it's the sheer size of it that has me flabbergasted. Holding onto one of his fingers tightly, I very carefully peer over the edge, fully expecting to find myself far enough from the ground to die from the fall, but I instead find that the bull has merely raised me a few feet from the ground and aligned his hand with the pillow. Despite the anxiety associated with being held like an action figure, I'm far too consumed by the sensation of exploring his hand to actually climb off.

Oliver: “W-wow…" Tracing my fingers over his blunt hoof-like nails that are each as wide as my face, I find that the coarse surface of it reminds me of tree bark, and as I move my hands along his trunk like fingers and across the skin of his palm, I find his flesh to be far tougher than any leather I've ever felt. His hand is supple, but sturdy enough that I doubt I could ever bite into it.

Bryce: “Heh, like that, dontcha~?" I look up and find that the bull is watching me with a curious glint in his eyes. I immediately feel ashamed of touching him without having asked first, and despite Bryce not appearing to be uncomfortable in any way, I still stop all the same.

Oliver: “I-I guess… I mean, maybe more fascinated than anything else? Because like… How is this even possible?" While I'd like to stay and explore his hand a little longer, I decide that I don't want to risk making him feel uneasy, and instead crawl off the bull's palm and onto the surprisingly firm cushion before making myself comfortable.

Bryce: “Well, ain't that a personal question right off the bat?" I immediately tense up. Despite my best efforts to not make this awkward, I seem to have succeeded in doing just that.

Oliver: “Oh, w-well, uhm… I-I didn't mean to offend you or any th–" I jolt as Bryce bursts into raucous laughter and nearly scares me to death.

Bryce: “Heh, sorry little fella, I'm just messin' with ya~" Despite how scary his chuckle is, mostly due to how it rumbles in my chest and vibrates through the cushion like an earthquake, his mirth is enough to draw a smile across my lips.

Bryce: “Do ya want the long version, the short one, or my one~?" Heh, this guy is pretty lively, isn't he? I wonder if he exaggerates this part of his personality so that people feel more at ease around him? Because despite still feeling nervous, that's exactly what his whimsical smile is doing to me.

Oliver: “Well… How about your version then?" In spite of his grin immediately widening into a dorky smile, a dark gleam shimmers in Bryce's forest green eyes when his expression shifts into a serious one; I can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he looks across the room in contemplation.

As the bull rubs his furry chin with an oversized mitt, I get my first real look at face. While his features are masculine and befitting of someone with a body as beefy as his, the bovine has a friendly and overall welcoming appearance. Bryce has earnest green eyes that make every word he says seem honest, a fleshy coloured nose with nostrils large enough for me to fit my entire head inside, and dangerous looking horns jutting out the side of his head.

Bryce is handsome to the point that he kinda reminds me of the first actors to ever star as Superman, but with aura about him that makes him far more approachable. My eyes trace over his polished horns that are at least double the length of my body, across his pink and supple lips that are twisted into a contemplative frown, and along his furrowed and burly eyebrows, so when his gaze suddenly shifts to me, I get a bit of a fright. Bryce smiles as if apologising for his prolonged silence, but I find it hard to return the friendly gesture.

Bryce: “Well, after the End War, my kin were still toyin' with genetic mutation, 'n because they were no longer being oppressed by the Dragon Empire, were able ta make a few different breakthroughs." Woah, that's already a bucketload of information to sift through. The End War happened some three hundred years ago, which was a result of the entire world uniting against the Dragon Empire. The flying menaces were eventually defeated, and while that's all swell and a pretty crucial part of our history, it's kinda scary that only after the International Government of Earth had brough peace to the world that Bryce's ancestors were able to make advances in biomechanics.

Bryce: “'N while most of my kin were praised for the incredible things they were doin', the IGE weren't so happy with some of their… Let's say “Adventurous" experiments." I don't like the sounds of that, but the International Government of Earth have always been a bit harsh, so perhaps it isn't as bad as he makes it sound?

Bryce: “A couple herds decided ta carry on their research despite the IGE tryin' ta ban them from doin' what the Dragon Empire had once forced my kin ta develop, which kinda made my ancestors find new ways ta create what my kin would soon consider a right of passage." While I didn't expect it, Bryce is quite the storyteller, so much so that the nervousness I felt since meeting him is slowly but surely dissipating.

Bryce: “These herds would go on ta build giant underground cities where they could develop their research without worryin' about the IGE knockin' on their doors, 'n while it worked out pretty well, it kinda divided our culture into two groups–" This is actually starting to sound familiar. Perhaps I read about this in one of my history books? There was so much that happened when the IGE abolished the Dragon Empire's rule, and despite more than three hundred years having past, our economy is still suffering from what their tyranny brought.

Bryce: “One part of the herd chose ta live above ground. They farmed, laboured, 'n worked on becomin' a part of society again, while the other half delved deep into the earth 'n experimented with how far our bodies are able ta change. These bulls built the city “Polis Vodinós", which has kinda become our ancestral home." I'm completely captivated with his tale at this point. While Bryce is intimidating beyond belief, I could sit and listen to him talk all night without getting bored. It probably helps that he has a heavy southerner accent, which is honestly something I've always found pretty hot, and considering he's a bovine, it's both as charming as it is stereotypical.

Bryce: “'N while the IGE eventually found out about the “Illegal" experiments goin' on in Polis Vodinós, 'n tried ta control my ancestors like the dragons did, they couldn't stop the lifestyle my kin had developed while livin' underground." Bryce pauses and scratches his chinfur for a moment while thinking.

Bryce: “Pa always said it was because so many bulls underwent this mutation, but ma'd argue that the IGE was simply givin' us a break because we were oppressed by the Dragon Empire for so long." I guess that kinda makes sense. Those controlled directly by the dragons had it far worse than most species, although, I'm still surprised that I've never heard about a whole city filled with giant bovines.

Bryce: “Either way, we were asked ta remain underground, 'n that all future transformations would be accounted for." That raises a lot of questions, primarily: How is Bryce even allowed to be above ground right now?

Bryce: “Anyway, not everyone in Polis Vodinós are forced ta transform, 'n other than only bovines bein' allowed ta live there, it's pretty great. I mean, they don't even charge us for undergoin' the mutation, so that's gotta count for somethin', right?" Wow… This almost feels as unreal as some of the stories I've heard about Jikken Industries, but unlike the corporation that often appears shady, Bryce's tale of this subterranean city doesn't give me the same uneasy feeling that I get when hearing about Jikken's latest experiments.

Bryce: “So yeah. My kin kinda sees this as a right of passage nowadays, 'n while there's a lot'a advantages ta becomin' a gígantas, most bovines do it simply because Polis Vodinós provides our families with a welfare so long as we are alive 'n workin'." I guess “Gígantas" must be the word for giant bovine?

Bryce: “Not that I did it ta bring pride ta my family or nothin', but that's a whole different story." I actually feel a little dizzy with how much information Bryce has just dumped on me, but thankfully the bull seems to notice my befuddlement, because his ears twitch and his face twists in such a way that I can almost see the very moment he realises how much all of this this must be to take in for someone who's never heard of his kind before.

Bryce: “A-anyway, other than gettin' supernatural abilities 'n a body capable of wieldin' them, we don't need ta eat as much anymore. Or well, I guess it's more that our need for food is replaced with an insatiable cravin' for sex~" He wriggles his eyebrows seductively, and while I'd like to question how that could even be possible, I doubt Bryce knows the ins and outs surrounding the genetic conditioning involved with becoming a giant.

Bryce: “'N I guess the only bad side effect is that we can't stay out in the sun for too long, like, it's the main cause for the gígantas dyin', which I guess made it easier for my kin to remain underground." Bryce smiles and gives me the kind of expectant look that tells me he's waiting to hear how I will respond to everything he's told me, and after a short moment of digesting his words and measuring my thoughts, I decide to start with something simple.

Oliver: “Well… That's a pretty good trade-off, right? But, like, don't you miss the sun?" I know I would. Not that I'm the lounging-by-the-pool-and -working-on-my-tan typa guy, but I do enjoy the occasional picnic or trip to the beach.

Bryce: “A little, but it's not like it'll kill me straight away. I can spend about three hours out in daylight before I start ta feel weak." Huh, well I guess it's not as bad as I first thought then. I wonder what the IGE things about these giants being out and about, even if it's only for a few hours a day?

Oliver: “So… How did you guys even figure all of this out? Was it just from splicing genes and experimenting with different chemicals? I mean, you've gotta admit, it's pretty radical, so I'm just wondering how it all works." Bryce rubs his chinfur with a contemplative look for a moment before shrugging.

Bryce: “Not too sure on the specifics, but it has somethin' ta do with a bovine's digestive system, so I guess that's why it only works on us? I donno. My ancestors coulda just taken DNA from those overgrown badgers 'n spliced their genes?" Huh, guess I was right about Bryce not knowing much about the scientific details. And that badger clan he mentions were pretty pivotal during The Glory Years for the Dragon Empire, so maybe Bryce's ancestors did indeed use badger genes to create this mutation?

Oliver: “So… I don't want you to be offended by my next question, but why would you even undergo such a transformation? I mean, it must make life complicated, even with all the advantages you mentioned." The bull's one ear flickers and his nostrils flare, but after humming under his breath with a contemplative expression, he seems to find an acceptable answer.

Bryce: “Well… For me, it was mostly for the sexual benefits~" He smiles a devilish grin, and despite how intimidating Bryce's enormity makes him, his charming nature really does counter his overwhelming size.

Oliver: “O-oh?" I stumble over my response and Bryce snorts as if my flustered reaction amuses him.

Bryce: “Hmm… How ta explain this in a way yad understand…" He scratches his chin with those thick fingers of his and I once again become mesmerised by watching them move. I'm not sure if it's the barnyard animal-like smell that lingers around Bryce, or perhaps just his last comment, but I start to conjure images of the bull having sex and wondering what types of sexy sounds he might make while fucking.

Bryce: “Imagine feelin' as happy as ya do when ya orgasm, but at every second of every day~ It's like… This twistin' feelin' of bliss that doesn't fade or dull overtime, 'n let me tell ya, when I do cum? Hoo boy~! It's ten times more amazin' than when I was a small fry!" He laughs a little more bombastically than my ears can handle, but the bull's mirth is very much enjoyable to watch.

Oliver: “So… Is it just sexual for you? Or because of how it effects your whole system? You didn't really go into much detail earlier." Bryce looks surprised that I'm so curious about this and smiles even wider than before.

Bryce: “Well, aside from it doublin' how long we live, there are smaller things like our healin' rate becomin' faster 'n not needin' much food or water. I eat like… Once every two months? I mean, I can eat whenever I want, but I don't really need ta, ya know?" This is sounding more and more unbelievable, but I have no reason to doubt Bryce.

Oliver: “Wow… All of this is pretty incredible. How come no one else knows about your race? What did you call it again? “Gugantis"? I mean… Is it because of how things ended for those giant badgers or maybe something more to do with the IGE?" Bryce rolls his eyes playfully and smirks while correcting what must have been a butchered pronunciation of his race's name.

Bryce: “Gígantas. 'N yes ta botha those reasons. Those damn badgers basically brought about their own extinction with how careless they were, so I'm sure that's a parta the reason the IGE keeps us under wraps nowadays."

Bryce: “'N the folks that do see or hear about us? I doubt many people'd believe them when they say “There are giant bulls livin' underground!"." Bryce puts on a mock surprised expression with his hands on his cheeks while raising his voice in a pretty funny impersonation of someone freaking out.

Bryce: “I mean, would ya believe it? I'm sure all'a those people just get laughed at." I chuckle alongside him and shake my head.

Oliver: “Hehe, I'm afraid to say that I fell into that same category. I honestly still can't believe how enormous you are." Bryce eyes me off seductively and licks his lips, not just giving me a pretty good idea of how long his tongue is, but the sight quite literally takes my breath away.

Bryce: “Well, my muscles aren't the only things that become bigger with my transformation~ I told ya this is mostly sexual, right? I'm sure ya read just how big my cock is~" I blush furiously and can't control the embarrassed laugh that escapes my lips, yet despite being unable to meet his inciting gaze, and it feeling like my face has literally caught on fire, I quickly try to change the subject as I'm still very curious about all of this.

Oliver: “S-so how does it work? Th-the transformation I mean? How do they take a normal beastman and make him into a gígantas?" Bryce smirks as if amused by my weak attempt to brush off how flustered he made me with one lick of his lips, but if his flaring nostrils are anything to go by, his sense of smell must be enhanced enough to tell that just that one seductive act was enough to make my dick chub up and leak.

Bryce: “Well, after they inject us with a buncha different chemicals, we're stuck in these weird egg-shaped pods 'n then put into a coma for about a month. I mean, don't get me wrong, despite the mutation bein' free, it's still very dangerous. I think one in every thirty bovines don't survive the treatment, but most are fine with riskin' those odds." My eyes widen and I blink in surprise.

Oliver: “Wait, survive??" Bryce rolls his eyes as if he were jaded by how I'm still surprised by everything he says.

Bryce: “Well, yeah. Even after all the tests the scientists do, ya can't always know how the body will react when injected with a butt load of foreign chemicals, right?" I feel a different kind of reverence for Bryce now, and I'm not sure if it's because of how brave he must have been to risk death for this, or if it's the reasons he did it for in the first place that's so impressive.

Bryce: “'N even after survivin' all'a that, we still need ta do a yearly… Hmm, let's call it a “Refuel". Anyway, we need ta refuel every year or we'll start shrining' back ta our normal size." This catches me completely off guard.

Oliver: “Wait, so it's not permanent?" Bryce smiles cheekily while raising his right arm and starts flexing it seductively. I'm not sure if he's trying to lead me away from this conversation, as he keeps teasing me whenever I ask for more detailed answers, or if he's just trying to get a read on what I like by showing off, but he at least doesn't sound annoyed when he responds.

Bryce: “Not really. I guess that's another reason most folk are willin' ta undergo the treatment. If it doesn't pan out for them, they can always go back ta normal. 'N the risks of our yearly refuelling isn't dangerous in anyway, so yeah." Huh, that's pretty cool. I guess that would make it easier for beastfolk to accept something like this if they can revert back to normal. I wonder how many parents tried to dissuade their calves from undergoing the treatment?

Bryce: “Oh right! Another thing I probably forgot ta mention is how much this helps our lives. I mean, other than needin' giants ta make furniture 'n whatnot for giants, there are many things we can do that was once considered impossible." Bryce's tone becomes energetic and his eyes practicality light up as he speaks.

Bryce: “Did ya know that the IGE employs gígantas ta do tasks above ground?" Well, no. I didn't exactly know you guys existed before today, so how could I? I shake my head and watch as the bovine's smile grows wider.

Bryce: “Anythin' from construction ta diggin' tunnels, hell, the IGE even hired us when the Dragon Empire started a rebellion 'n tried to reclaim Earth! But we stopped them before they could even form proper~!" My surprise must be visceral enough for Bryce to notice, because he guffaws and beams with pride.

Bryce: “Oh yes! Betcha didn't even hear about that one, huh?" The bull grins a smile so bright that it almost lights up the entire room, and I'm not sure if it's because of my continued silence, or perhaps the look I must have on my face, but the bull's expression suddenly shifts and he instantly looks sheepish.

Bryce: “O-oh, sorry. I guess I kinda blabbered on there for a hot second…" Bryce's gaze shifts to the side in such a way that he reminds me of how my mom's dog would look whenever he was caught doing something bad. The bull pulls me from my deepening thoughts by clearing his throat and trying to regain his previous composure by giving me an awkward smile.

Bryce: “S-so, Oliver, why'd ya pick my room? Not that I'm complainin' or nothin', just… I don't get all that many visitors, ya know? I'm sure most take one look at my profile 'n think it's some kinda joke, or worse, get too intimidated to even…" Bryce's forced enthusiasm wanes with each word that spill from his mouth until he seems to give up entirely on finishing his sentence altogether. I immediately feel bad for him, mostly because I had indeed thought his profile was some typa gag, and as such, quickly try my best to cheer him up.

Oliver: “Well… I'm ashamed to say that your stats did scare me–" The bull frowns and his gaze instantly becomes saddened, but before I can fuck this up like I normally do when hooking up with strangers, I quickly continue.

Oliver: “B-but other than being intrigued by the idea of an enormous and handsome beastman hidden somewhere in the mansion, you had one of the only profiles with any real information on it, and what caught my attention the most was that you're a fan of Attack on Giant." Bryce instantly lights up and looks at me in a way that only a fanboy can express his excitement.

Bryce: “Hell yeah! I'm a huuuge nerd for that show! I even have a collection of the old manga!" I sigh internally for having not screwed this up and decide to let my own fanboy run free for a moment.

Oliver: “Hehe, I love it too! My favourite character is Sarah. I love all those scenes where she is eating and cooking, or even stealing food!" Bryce burst into boisterous laughter and nods along enthusiastically.

Bryce: “Oh man, that potato scene was legendary! Did ya ever see those extra episodes where they had a big cookoff?" I shake my head, and by the apprehensive expression that crosses Bryce's face, I can practically hear him contemplating if it's a good idea to show me these episodes or not.

As much as I'd love to watch anime with a hunky bull like Bryce, I decide to derail our conversation before he can rope me into anything.

Oliver: “Although… I did find it a bit strange that you put it under your “Likes". I mean, the other guys seemed to put things like “A firm ass" or “A submissive bottom", so I guess it made me really interested in you because it showed me that you're not some mindless brute with a dick for a brain." Bryce chuckles again, and I've got to say, while his loud voice still hurts my ears, I'm really starting to enjoy eliciting these sounds from him.

Bryce: “Well, I'm not sayin' I don't like a firm ass as much as the next guy! It's just… I thought that shouldn't matter, ya know? I wanted ta put somethin' more personal. Somethin' real." I smile softly and nod along. While his statistics did intrigue me, it was how genuine the rest of his profile seemed that truly sold me.

Oliver: “So you're just a big ol' nerd who likes firm ass and anime, huh~?" I'm not sure if it's the conversation or because of how he's been teasing me, but I finally build up the courage to flirt back, and am very surprised to see the bull's ears flicker nervously and for his lips to curl into a shy smile.

Bryce: “N-nothin' wrong with that! I'll have ya know that us nerds are a very sought-after lot in bed!" I poke my tongue out at the bull and smile.

Oliver: “I'm not contesting you on that, if anything, I might just be a bigger nerd than you. The only difference is that I'd have put “Likes big dick" in my profile~" Before he's able to come back with what looks to be a cocky retort, I quickly continue.

Oliver: “And while it's one of the very reasons that I chose you in the first place, just know that putting AOG as one of your likes could possibly be making your profile seem like a joke." I don't mean to plunge the mood down, but Bryce seemed seriously concerned about this before, and I'd like to help him, even if it may derail the good energy we've just built up.

Bryce: “Y-yeah, I guess yer right…" He trails off and I fear that my goodwill might have been misplaced, that I've once again ruined a perfectly good evening, but the bull looks up with a cheeky grin.

Bryce: “But if I didn't put that down, then yad never have visited me, and I personally consider that a win in my book~" I find myself laughing along with the bovine, and it's in this moment that I finally realise what a normal beastman he is. Sure, Bryce might be oversized to the point that his presence is daunting enough to keep my nerves on edge, but he seems to scratch his balls, laugh with his head thrown back, and blush just like any other beastman. I berate myself for ever having been scared of him.

Oliver: “So tell me, what are you doing in a place like this?" I immediately realise how pointed my question is and quickly rephrase it.

Oliver: “I-I mean… What can you do in a place like this? No offense, but you're a litter bigger than most beastmen." Bryce gives me a seductive wink and looks me up and down with a grin; Almost as if he were appraising me.

Bryce: “Heh, yer a feisty one, huh? I like that~" The voice he uses sends a chill down my spine, and more from just the tone or expression on his face, but it's without a doubt a feeling brought on from being flirted with by a giant. His seductive voice has invoked in me a breathless kind of arousal that leaves me feeling more anxious that I felt when I had sex for the very first time.

Bryce: “Are ya tryin' ta tell me I'm not sexy enough ta work here~?" His voice becomes even huskier, and after folding both of his hands behind his neck and showcasing just how muscular his body is by flexing, he further teases me by wriggling his eyebrows in one of the most suggestive manners I've ever seen.

Oliver: “N-no! Of course not! Your body is to die for!" My response comes out a little more rattled than I meant for it to, and far louder, but it's thankfully enough to stop the bull from giving me bedroom eyes and flexing.

Bryce: “So what's the problem then~? Hot and whore go together like cock 'n ass." I don't think he realises the irony in that statement, and I decide to stop beating around the bush and be straightforward.

Oliver: “Well, that's exactly what I'm getting at. How can you put your cock in an ass when your dick is even bigger than I am tall?" He gives me a feigned look of confusion, but with the seductive tone he continues in, Bryce is anything but unsure of what I mean.

Bryce: “Are ya tellin' me that jerkin' off a giant dick isn't sexy enough for me ta be workin' in this place~?" My gaze immediately falls to his bulge. While I've been trying to avoid looking directly at it since I first saw him, as I thought it might only make him feel objectified, hearing the bull say this has my curiosity override my manners, and with how shapely the green pouch of his jockstrap is, I have little doubt that his statistics are untruthful.

Returning my gaze to his eyes that are somehow even more vivid than his jockstrap, my blush deepens when I realise that Bryce has been watching me check him out the whole time.

Bryce: “But if ya want ta be so direct about this, most folk just enjoy rubbin' up against my cock, havin' me jerk off with them held in my hand, or simply want ta be showered in one of the wettest bukkake experiences they'll ever have~" Damn… That sounds so fucking sexy that there is no way he doesn't realise how hard he's made me, as even I can smell my arousal now.

Bryce: “'N for the brave of heart, some folk come here lookin' for… How should I stay this… Internal things they can't find anywhere else~" My brows immediately knit and I look at the bovine incredulously.

Oliver: “Wh-what do you mean by that?" I know I'm falling right into his trap by asking this, as his grin only widens, but I'm far too curious to worry about how easily Bryce is leading me into the conversation he wants to have.

Bryce: “Well, the folk who don't think my profile is a joke normally come ta me with very specific desires in mind~ Mostly, bein' shoved up my ass~" I didn't think it possible, but my blush deepens at hearing this.

Oliver: “E-excuse me??" Bryce is practically beaming at this point; His smile is so cocky that it's practically dripping with cum. The bovine has been looking for the right way to flirt with me the whole night, and now that he's found a way to shut me up and make me blush, he's running wild with it.

Bryce: “Oh, ya know, like a livin' dildo~" I've never felt more flustered than I do right now, not even when I was caught having sex in public, and with how arrogant Bryce's smile is, I'm really struggling to maintain eye contact.

Oliver: “O-oh, uhm… Th-that seems… G-good for them?" I'm not sure why I said that, but it earns me a chuckle from the bull, and as he next speaks, I'm very thankful that he drops the seductive tone.

Bryce: “'N for the really brave ones, they ask me ta shove them inside my dick." I'm not sure if it's the incredulity of such a statement, but it's enough to shock enough my embarrassment away for me to finally look up at him.

Oliver: “Wait, what?? Th-that's…" I want to say that it seems impossible, even with a penis that's quite literally longer than me, but with how cheekily Bryce is looking at me, I doubt this is a joke.

Bryce: “Well, ya know, for people with cock vore fetishes~ All those folk come ta me because I'm the only whore capable of gobblin' them up with my dick." The image I have of a nerdy bull allowing his clients to jerk him off before he drowns them in cum is immediately replaced with the visualisation of the bovine shoving guys into his cock and literally drowning them in spunk.

Oliver: “Th-that's… I mean, th-that's not possible… Right? What about oxygen? And w-what even happens to them? I mean, do they just get lodged in your urethra and then suffocate?" I don't mean to ramble so incoherently, but I'm so embarrassed that the words just spill from my mouth.

Bryce: “Well, let's address the elephant in the room. I told ya that the treatment didn't just make me a giant, but made my dick enormous too, right? 'N I also said that most of this is sexual, correct~?" I nod along dumbly to both questions, feeling like Bryce is leading me along with a short leash to an answer I can't quite understand yet.

Bryce: “Well, what would ya say if I told ya that this mutation was specifically designed with cock vore in mind~? One'a the guys who was splicin' genes was apparently a bit of a pervert who was obsessed with shovin' things in his dick, 'n ya know what they say about lust and science comin' together~" Despite blushing furiously, I retain eye contact with Bryce and shake my head.

Bryce: “I didn't exactly get flyin' marks in school or nothin', but I still know that gígantas have very different bodies compared ta others. I mean, my urethra still tangles 'n winds through my butt like anyone else's, but my body is not the same as before, 'n not just in size~" I don't interrupt him, but I'm having a hard time containing the boner in my pants as Bryce continues.

Bryce: “Did ya know that my balls are hollow? 'N my baby batter isn't exactly produced the same way as yours. My nuts are basically fleshy balloons that constantly churn out cum, 'n if I don't blow my load at least three times a day, well, my balls will just keep swellin' until I do~" God… If he keeps talking like this, I'm going to poke a hole through my shorts! I've always been attracted to beastmen because of how different their dicks are to mine, but hearing that the entire structure of Bryce's penis is modified beyond a normal bovine's is turning me on in more ways than any giant dick should.

Bryce: “I can't exactly go into detail 'n tell ya what's what 'n all the science mumbo-jumbo involved, but I can tell ya that since I transformed, my cock has basically developed a mind of its own~" Bryce chuckles and continues in a very husky, if slightly patronising tone.

Bryce: “Now, is that enough information ta satisfy yer curiosity, or do I need ta explain how it feels when someone slides into my dick 'n how I moan when they are spat out into one'a my nuts~?" I shake my blushing face frantically, and I'm not sure if Bryce decides to have mercy on me or not, but that arrogant, victories kind of grin of his fades as his tone returns to normal.

Bryce: “As for the suffocatin' part, I got a couple bottles of dragon saliva on hand for anyone that wants ta fill my balls 'n swim in my spunk." Despite the visualisation he gives me, I'm finally able to regain some of my composure now that the bovine is no longer using that sexy voice of his. Gods… Why is it so effective?? I guess a whore who can't flirt wouldn't be very good at their job if they can't rile up their clients, but still…

Oliver: “A-and what exactly is that?" I've never heard of “Dragon saliva", but if it affects the need for oxygen, maybe it comes from Jikken Industries? They do have some pretty weird and fantastical products after all.

Bryce: “Never heard of it, huh? It basically replaces yer need ta breathe. It lasts longer dependin' on the concentration, but even the cheapest bottle is enough ta last a couple hours."

Oliver: “That's… Incredible. I've never heard of anything like that." Unless I consider those weird diving apparatus Jikken released a few years ago.

Bryce: “It comes from the same gland that allows dragon beastmen ta breathe fire. How d'ya think they can survive underwater for so long?" Not that I've ever heard of dragons having the ability to stay underwater for unbelievable amounts of time, unless I take into account the feral dragons from thousands of years ago, but I guess I will defer to his judgement on this.

Oliver: “After talking to you for over an hour, it kinda feels like I don't know anything about the world anymore…" Bryce almost looks proud for having distorted my views of the world, and while he opens his mouth, no doubt to tease me again, his expression suddenly drops and the bovine immediately looks very worried.

Bryce: “Oh shit! It's already been so long? Fuck! Man, I'm really sorry I blabbered on like that! I didn't mean ta eat up yer time while talkin' nonsense…" I quickly wave Bryce off before he can continue.

Oliver: “Hey, no worries, I've got a gold pass." I say reassuringly while producing the timer and waving it teasingly, drawing both a relieved and a curious expression from the bull.

Bryce: “O-oh? Truly? Well… I guess we don't have ta worry about how long ya stay here, huh?" The bovine looks pensive for a moment, almost as if he was trying to calculate something, but just as quickly as it appears, so too is it replaced with a seductive expression that could very well woo any straight man into bending over.

Bryce: “But this leads me ta my next question. Are ya here for a good time, or a really good time~?" I try my best to not allow his husky voice to affect me, but this must be the bull's secret weapon, because my cock is twitching and leaking like a hosepipe.

Personality wide, I'm defiantly vibing with this guy. If he was a regular sized beastman, I wouldn't think twice about sleeping with him, and while the prospect of Bryce being large enough to crush me with his penis should be something that deters me, the idea of rubbing myself up against his meaty dick makes my prick so hard that I'm worried I might cum if I focus too much on the thought. And when I consider the other proposal he makes, I'm a little ashamed to admit that the idea of this bull pushing me into his penis makes my body quiver with delight.

Bryce: “Well~?" I'm snapped form my depraved thoughts and realise that Bryce is still awaiting my reply, and judging by the lascivious look on his face, it feels like he heard every dirty desire I have.

Oliver: “W-well…" Perhaps we should just start off slow? Rubbing up against his penis sounds like a good start. I was defiantly interested in sleeping with this guy when I first read his stats, now it's just a case of becoming comfortable enough to have some fun.

Oliver: “Sh-sure, I mean yes. I haven't changed my mind since I first read your profile." The bull beams and nods jovially.

Bryce: “Great~! So what tickles yer love button? What gets yer hormones runnin'? What is the best way for me ta make ya scream out my name and melt into a puddle of spunk~?" With how hot he makes my face blush, I doubt I need to tell this guy how to pleasure me, he already seems good at knowing how to push my buttons.

Oliver: “I was thinking I could… M-maybe start with rubbing against your cock?" My voice is shaky and shy, and I'm not sure if it's because of how unsure I sound, but Bryce is looking at me as if expecting me to continue.

Oliver: “A-and, i-if it's… I-I mean… Maybe that c-cock vore thing…? I-it sound pretty hot, I'm just… A l-little nervous." The oversized bovine gives me an understanding nod and smiles softly.

Bryce: “So ya have a bit of a cock vore fetish, huh~? 'N here I thought ya chose me because I was a big ol' nerd~" His continued teasing assures that the blush doesn't leave my face, but at this point, I'm starting to get used to feeling so flustered around him.

Bryce: “But I like the way ya think! I like it a lot~ Honestly, gobblin' someone up with my dick 'n feelin' them wriggle around inside my nuts is perhaps one of my favourite sexual acts–" Bryce pauses and eyes me with a cocky grin.

Bryce: “'N judgin' by the look on yer face, I can tell that this isn't some impulse decision either~"

Oliver: “W-well… Yeah. A bit. It's just… I never imagined it possible outside of porn, so it's… I'm feeling a little flustered the more I think about it." Bryce gives me that same look as before, the one where he wordlessly begs me to continue, and I must admit, it's just as effective as his seductive gaze.

Oliver: “I-it's just… I didn't think it was possible, you know? I mean, even if you find a dick big enough, you still run the risk of suffocating, so I kinda just… Lived out that fantasy through porn." Bryce smirks and nods.

Bryce: “Ain't nothin' ya need ta be frettin' over with dragon saliva. 'N I should probably tell ya now that all'a this is perfectly safe. All gígantas go through trainin' ta lean how ta handle our strength, same with all the new abilities our bodies develop, it's kinda mandatory." I rub the back of my neck and nod shying, feeling pretty awkward despite his reassurance.

Bryce: “So… Are ya ready ta get started then~? Or do ya need a moment ta unfluster yourself~? Maybe I could get ya somethin' ta drink?" I shake my head and do my best to release all my anxiety through a deep exhale.

Oliver: “I'm fine. Let's do this. I'm eager to see just how big your cock is." That mischievous smile of his makes another appearance, but the bull decides to free me from his torturously arousing husky voice this time around.

Bryce: “Ooo~ Feisty. I like it~" He waggles his eyebrows playfully before standing up to his full height, walks around me till he's a few metres from the blue mat, and then turns to face me with a smile on his lips and his thumbs hooked under the straps of his green jockstrap.

Staring up at the bull towering over me is just as dizzying an experience as the first time I ever saw him, and with his fingers playing at the edges of his underwear and giving me a moment to admire just how shapely his bulge is, just how sculpted his muscles are, and just how enormous his entirety is, I feel my breath becoming heavy at the sight before me.

Bryce has the body of a gym-junkie. While the sight of his muscles was alluring from the very first moment my eyes had landed upon him, seeing the bull in this light and knowing what we're about to do, I find a different type of appreciation for his bulging biceps that are bigger than my car, his washboard abs that look as hard as chiselled rock, and his trunk like thighs which are thicker than any tree I have ever seen.

Bryce obviously understands how hot he is, and with a body like his, he knows exactly how to keep my attention on him. The bull sways his hips side to side seductively while hooking his thick fingers beneath the bands of his jockstrap. My gaze trails over his sculpted body, across his firm chest, his perfectly shaped abs, through the bushy fur of his pleasure trail, and finally settles on his jostling bulge where I admire the contours of his shapely sack and find myself all but salivating as I watch Bryce put on a show for me.

The bull is so fucking hot, and if his scanty jockstrap wasn't already enough to make him drop dead gorgeous, then the leather harness strapped over his chest seals the deal. With every flex of his bulging muscles, and every thrust of his powerful hips, I find myself completely entrapped in the seductive movements of Bryce's body and wanting more.

It's only once I'm fully enamoured that the bovine start to pull down his jockstrap, and as it falls to the floor in one fluid stripper-like motion, it pools at his hooves and he kicks them aside with a flourish.

I gasp, both in shock and in awe, for seeing Bryce in all of his glory is perhaps one of the most breath-taking sights that I have ever seen in my life. While I'd like to attest my captivation to his breath-taking musculature, or perhaps just seeing so much man on full display, it's the sight of Bryce's gargantuan genitals that truly captures my attention.

While bulls are known for being gifted with large balls, Bryce's nuts are… Beyond belief. They're about four feet wide, and look as heavy as boulders. They hang in his taut sack like a pair of wrecking balls, and even if I were to attest their enormity to him being a giant, I can tell that they are far bigger than even what would be considered normal for someone his size.

Much like the rest of Bryce's sculpted body, his weighty ballsack and sheath are covered with sleek black fur. There are two juicy looking veins that run down his pelvis, along the V shape of his hips, and directly into his bulging pride, almost as if they were guiding my eyes to were my sights should be focused.

Bovine sheathes have always been interesting to me, not because they are unlike a horse's, but because they normally have this tuffet of long fur around the lips of the prepuce, but it would seem that being a giant hasn't excepted the bull from manscaping like I would wager any good prostitute should.

Bryce's sheath is plump and much thicker than what I would have expected to find on a bovine, it jostles alongside his pendulous testicles, and as the bull sways his hips and really puts into perspective just how heavy his ballsack is, my furiously blushing face finally shoots up to meet his green gaze.

Bryce: “By the look yer wearin', I can tell that yer happy with the choice ya made~" He says this while hooking his thumbs in his harness and continues to thrust and move his hips, and as my gaze drifts to his plump sheath, I see the head of his pink penis extending from the slit of his prepuce. My throat tightens as a huge dollop of precum spurts from the tip and drips to the floor as he continues to grow harder with each hump.

Oliver: “V-very." While Bryce's smell was evident from the very first moment that I stepped in here, something that kinda reminds me of freshly packed hay, of grassy fields bathed in endless sunlight, of rich soil that's been pelted by rain, and of musk that's so masculine I can all but smell the testosterone surging through his veins. So now that his sack is swinging through the air as if to help saturate every breathe I take with his pheromones, almost like a priest swaying a thurible through the halls of his church, Bryce's true scent hits me like a truck and I literally find myself becoming dizzy.

The bull watches as if understanding every sensation his heady scent is bringing me, and as his penis continues to extend from his wet sheath, so too does my surprise continue to grow. I watch in stunned, enamoured silence as the bull sways his hips and swings his ballsack while inch after inch of his pink cock pushes free from his plump sheath, spurting wads of translucent precum that smell just as powerful as the pheromones wafting from his giant gonads.

The bull becomes fully erect in a matter of seconds, and with each foot that pushes free from his fat prepuce, I find myself wrought with disbelief once it stands at its full length and pulsating with all the desire of a rutting bull. Bryce's penis is without a doubt a whole seven feet long, but what truly makes the sight unbelievable is how thick his cock is. While the tip is tapered, and almost shaped like a spade, the thickest part of his shaft is extremely wide, maybe four or so feet wide; More than broad enough to outdo my shoulder span.

When Bryce said his genitals grew much bigger than what is normal for even a bull, I hadn't expected how enormous everything would be, even with having read his statistics. I'd like to say that the bovine has a typical “Beer can" cock, but even that would be underselling just how large his penis is compared to his body. I'm not sure if it's the abnormal scale, or perhaps the effect of his pheromones, but I'm insanely aroused, and thankfully the bull doesn't leave me waiting for long, for after unhooking his harness and tossing it aside, he moves to sit back in his previous spot before extending his hooves out in front of himself and then gives me an alluring gaze.

I'm a little caught off guard when Bryce reaches over and plucks me off the pillow, more so when his thick fingers brush against my painfully erect penis, but he's very gentle with his hold, and as he even more gingerly places me on the floor between his knees with his thick legs flanking either side of me, not only does this start to feel very real, but his musky odour becomes even more overwhelming than before, so much so that I struggle to stay upright.

Bulls are known for their powerful musk, and while humans aren't exactly affected by pheromones as much as beastmen are, I can practically feel his masculine scent seeping into my brain and grabbing hold of me, filling me with thoughts of being pounded by a strong male and of submitting myself to any whims this magnificent beast could ever desire.

Bryce must realise how dizzy I've become, because he catches me right before I can fall backwards, and with his palm cupping my back and me leaning into his hand, I find myself involuntarily releasing a chuckle as I open my eyes and try to focus on the concerned face of the bull that's leaning over to look at me.

Oliver: “Th-thanks. I didn't mean to collapse, i-it just, your smell is… Intense." Despite his eyes still retaining a hint of worry, Bryce's lips curl into an arrogant smile, and as I get to my feet and steady myself enough for him to remove his hand, the bull leans back and parts his legs even wider.

Bryce: “Like that, do ya? How about ya get a better whiff then~?" Bryce grabs a hold of his plump sheath and wags his dick around, not only stirring his already overwhelming scent through the air with his cock like a swizzle stick, but the action causes a drop of precum to fly from his penis and hit the side of his thigh. I watch the translucent bead of translucent man juice drip down his fur and have to shake my head to snap myself from the intense urge of lapping it up.

I take a shaky step forward, and with his hand still gripping the base of his throbbing prick, Bryce lowers his cock to the floor till his dripping shaft is only a foot or two away from being pressed fully into the mat; The contrast of his pink flesh against the rubbery floor is just as alluring as the sight of his green eyes rimmed by his black fur.

I only need to take a few steps before I come face to face with his enormous penis, and while the overwhelming odour of his masculinity is still swirling in my mind like an aphrodisiac that's quite literally rewiring my brain, I'm able to focus enough to reach out and place my hands on the tapered tip of his cock.

The head of Bryce's penis is the thinnest part of his dick. It's about two feet long with the very tip of it being about as wide as my face. As my eyes run along his tapered head and across his thick shaft, I estimate for it to be around three feet wide, with the base of his prick being maybe a little girthier. His penis kinda looks stubby with how ridiculously thick it is, but at the same time, seems to perfectly fit with the musculature of the hunky bull.

Touching the rounded nub of Bryce's penis head, I watch in amazement as the opening of his piss slit contracts and spits out a huge glob of sticky precum. The smell is disorientating and so salty that I can practically taste it, and despite the overwhelming urge to bury my face in his urethra and lick it clean, I force my way around the side of his enormity while sliding my hand across the top of the bovine's sopping wet shaft.

As I trace my fingers over a huge vein that's as thick as my arm and feel the spongey firmness of his flesh that's been lubricated by the musky fluids within his sheath, I find myself completely enamoured by the sensations beneath my sticky palm. With Bryce's warmth seeping into me, his smell tainting each breath, and the erotic sight of a penis three times my weight, I start to understand the appeal of having someone as huge as Bryce in a place of pleasure, as this quickly becomes the hottest experience of my entire life.

My gaze shifts for a moment towards the base of his unbelievably thick shaft and to his enormous ballsack that's squashed on either side of his sheath, but instead of descending further and exploring more of his penis, I decide to enjoy myself with exploring his head, and after releasing the last of my inhibitions, I start to run both of my hands along the sticky flesh of his precum soaked tip.

I've been painfully hard since the very first moment Bryce started talking about cock vore, and now that my hands are covered with his sticky fluids and his scent has all but overtaken my thoughts, I've never felt more desperate for release than I do right now.

While I'm fully immersed with stroking each vein and exploring every inch of the bull's supply flesh, reality is quick to return to me, for as I lean against his shaft to the point that my shirt becomes soaked with the his precum, Bryce's penis twitches, and with me all but having flung myself over it, the force lifts me from the floor and throws me off balance!

I lose my footing and suddenly find myself flying through the air before slamming onto my back! While I should probably be thankful that the floor is padded and has likely saved me from receiving a concussion, looking at the throbbing dick at my side erases these concerns, for lying next to it gives me a pretty damn good idea of how I would look sliding down his urethra.

Bryce: “Oh shit! Are ya alright??" Looking over my chest and up towards the bovine who is now curled forward and looking down at me, I get a clear view of the inside of his mouth when he talks; Something that entraps me just as much as the sight of his penis first did.

Oliver: “I-I'm fine, don't worry." I try to brush him off with a chuckle and a shake of my hand as I clumsily get to my feet, but as Bryce releases his cock and allows his powerful penis to slap against his sculpted abs as he returns to a seated position, I can see the concern still painted on his face.

Oliver: “I wasn't exactly expecting to be flung around by a giant penis when I woke up this morning, but that was kinda fun!" Me joking about it seems to be the right move, because the bull smiles and releases a soft chuckle.

Bryce: “Heh, I like yer spirit~ But how about we get ya outta those clothes before they become even more stained with my scent? Unless… Yer secretly into that sorta thing~?" I snigger, and even though Bryce is spot on with me liking a man's musky odour, I nod in agreement.

Despite Bryce being fully nude, I feel a little awkward to have him watch me undress. I mean… I've always been a little self-conscious when taking my clothes off in front of someone I don't know well, especially when they have so much more muscle compared to me, so as I toss my shirt to the side and bend down to unlace my sneakers, I find that being ogled by a giant is somehow even worse than being watched by a regular sized anthropomorph.

I do my best to not show how nervous I am in front of the ever-watchful bovine, and after one last deep breath, pull my pants down in the same motion of removing my underwear, and if I wasn't already feeling embarrassed enough, then the sound of my dick slapping against my stomach when it's released from my boxers amplifies that feeling. I quickly kick my clothes aside into a pile and force myself to look up at the bull who I find in the process of licking his lips.

Bryce: “Hmm~ Nice, very nice ~ Ya got a sexy body, Oliver, don't be shy." I blush, and am a little concerned when the oversized beastman scoops up my cloths and places them somewhere at his side, but seeing his lustful gaze return has me supress the urge to cover my throbbing dick.

Oliver: “N-nothing like yours though." I've never been good at accepting compliments, one of the excused David used when he broke up with me, and while it's still very hard for me to accept that someone as hot as Bryce could ever find me attractive, I decide to do my best to not let this get to me.

Bryce: “Heh, well I like my partners ta be a little smaller than me, in case ya hadn't noticed~" He emphasises this by grabbing the base of his penis and jostling it side to side.

Bryce: “If how hard I am isn't already an indicator of how hot I find ya, then I'm more than willin' ta show ya just how attractive I think ya are~" My face become red hot, and I'm not sure if this guy can read my mind or is just good at teasing, but I refuse to allow him to dominate this experience so thoroughly.

Oliver: “Is that another of the reason's you underwent the treatment?" My abrupt question is enough to ease the teasing smirk from Bryce's lips, and while some part of me wants to remain trapped in his grin, become consumed by his smile, and surrender completely to his lust, I need to retain some semblance of control or I'll lose myself to this experience before it even begins.

Bryce: “Heh, yer a sharp fella, huh? Yeah, that's one'a the main reasons. I guess ya could say I myself was into the whole idea of cock vore long before I underwent my transformation." While I thought we might just be delving into another off-topic tangent, that hungry look returns to Bryce's gaze, and as he looks at me with a seductive grin, I can't help but feel like a snack he's preparing to gobble up.

Bryce: “Now, where were we~?" With just as little warning as before, the bull wraps his hand around my body and plucks me from the floor. It's unsettling to be manhandled by a giant, especially since it makes me feel like a sex toy he's about to pleasure himself with, and if it weren't for how gentle Bryce' is being, I might yet have freaked out.

I'm not sure what the bull has planned, but as he lays me on my back and I feel a wet warmth soaking into my skin, I quickly realise that he's placed me on top of his penis. Feeling the heat of his cock seeping into me alongside the thick vein that's pressing into my spine and throbbing with his lust, it's as exhilarating as an experience as it is a nerve-racking one.

With his one hand steadying his shaft out in front of himself and my feet pressed into the soft fur of Bryce's pelvis, my hands frantically latch onto either side of the bull's dick when he starts to readjust himself.

Bryce: “Hey. Ya doin' alright? Ya seem a bit… Nervous?" I blush as his concerned eyes lands upon me, and while I'd rather not embarrass myself anymore than I already have, his expression compels the truth from my lips.

Oliver: “N-no, just… Haha, uhm, I'm actually k-kinda close to blowing my load already…" His brows raise in surprise, but a smile dons his lips right after.

Bryce: “Ooo~ I'm so hot that I don't even need ta touch ya 'n yer already preparin' ta blow yer load, huh~?" I blush even harder under his teasing, but still give a shy nod.

Bryce: “Well, I have a special place fer ya ta shoot yer wad, but first…" Before I can ask what he means by that, Bryce very carefully wraps one hand around the left side of his shaft before very carefully snaking his other hand up his girth until he's able to press both of his thumbs against my body and firmly hold me against his pulsating dick.

I'm not given much of a chance to relax into the feeling of his warmth surrounding me on all sides as Bryce grips his dick with both hands, for he makes one drawn out stroke along his cock and rubs my body across the top of his shaft and very carefully begins jerking himself off.

I instantly become breathless, and not because of the heat seeping into my back, not because of his intoxicating scent filling my lungs, not because of his thumbs pressing into my chest, not because the base of his palms are rubbing my dick with every stroke he makes, and not even because he's squeezing me into his cock enough that I find inhaling a little difficult, but because when I look up and see the pleasured expression strewn across Bryce's face, the sound of him moaning in pleasure is by far the most delightful thing that I've heard all year.

The squelching sounds of my skin rubbing against his rock-hard dick is only amplified by the vein that's wedged between my arm and ribcage. I can feel it throb with every moan, and with each languid pump Bryce makes, the bull seems to get more and more into it, for not only does he start wanking faster, but his grip around me tightens.

Having the bovine's hands wrapped around me entirely and pressing my body as close to his cock as possible, not only does the mental image push me closer and closer to ejaculating, but the edges of his palms keep brushing against my sensitive prick and sending jolts of electricity through me.

Between Bryce's masturbation and his increasing pace, my once stiff body melts into each stroke to the point that I actually start to spill from the edge of his cock. My legs hang over either side of his shaft and sway with each motion, and despite my best efforts to hold onto his thumbs and ride out this amazing experience, they too fall limp and dangle on either side of the bull's girth, swinging back and forth as Bryce really starts getting into the motions.

I'm moaning alongside the bovine at this point, and his pace has become so frantic that my ass is hitting the base of his shaft with every stroke, not just making it feel like he is bottoming out in me with each thrust he makes into his clenched fists, but sending waves of pleasure through me every time I slam into his sopping wet sheath.

My dick is pulsing just as frantically as the one I lay upon, and with the almost mooing moan's that Bryce is now releasing, not only am I reaching the point of no return, but his grip is becoming so tight that I fear he too might be reaching his own climax.

Oliver: “B-Bryce…" My voice barely escapes my lips, but the bull's one ear flickers and his frantic pace quickly stops as he tilts his head to look at me. I guess my predicament must be obvious, because his concern is quickly replaced with a cocky grin.

Bryce: “Ya about ready ta blow?" I huff out a few breathes and as his grip around me loosens enough for me to come down from the intense high.

Oliver: “Y-yeah." The bovine's hand retreats and scoop me up in the same motion of pulling away, and after very carefully setting me down on the floor and assuring that I've found my balance, the bull uses both of his hands to force his cock down onto the mat; Squashing his balls on either side of his shaft and really stretching the limits of how far his erection can bend.

Bryce: “Stick it in~ Stuff my cum slit with yer cock 'n unload inside'a me." That dizzy spell that's kept me feeling disorientated clears like a fog being blown away by a strong wind as I look up at the bull incredulously.

Oliver: E-excuse me??" Bryce snorts in a way that only a bull can, and when he next speaks, he almost sounds needy, desperate in the same way that I felt just a moment ago.

Bryce: “Fuck my cock with yer own! Cummooon~ I wanna feel yer cum spillin' out into my dick 'n for yer nut juices ta drip down into my balls~" I furiously blush at not just the tone and words he uses, but at the very hot image he describes. Despite my momentary stupor, lust guides me, and I find myself obediently stepping forward and carefully placing a hand on his pulsating rod.

I grab my prick with one hand, look at the giant's oversized urethra, and feel my face flush with blush as I see his opening pulse like a needy asshole begging for a dick. His piss hole is enormous, so large in fact that I could possibly pop my head inside without issue, and with the copious amounts of precum dripping from it, the thought becomes more and more alluring by the second.

Steadying my breathing and taking one last moment to try and focus my thoughts, I step forward and plunge my throbbing cock inside his urethra without hesitance. Despite the girth of his opening, the insides of Bryce's piss slit are tight and hug my cock just as snuggly as any asshole ever has, and as I bottom out and feel my hips slap into his sopping wet dick, a moan escapes my lips as a quiver runs through me so powerfully that I almost lose my balance.

As I become absorbed in this moment where each fold of flesh wraps around my cock as hungrily as any warm mouth, my legs suddenly buckle, for without warning, his urethra abruptly starts pulsing and begins sucking my dick like a literal mouth!

Oliver: “!!!" My entire pelvis instantly becomes encased in the lips of his dick, and with how powerful each suck is, it almost feels as if his cock were trying to inhale my entire groin into its depths!

I moan more whorishly than I ever have in my life as I throw myself over his penis before wrapping my arms around his head and start humping into him with all the coordination of a feral wolf mounting a bitch.

Bryce's cock slurps up not just every inch of my dick, but it inhales my ballsack and starts undulating in ways I never knew possible. My mind goes blank as every neuron in my brain explodes with euphoria. My oversensitive skin washes with waves of goosebumps as my nuts are squashed and swished around inside the warm and sopping wet depths of Bryce's urethra.

It's all too much for me. The sensation of his cock sucking my dick, the feeling of my arms wrapped around his enormous penis, and the scent of his powerful pheromones intoxicating my every thought. I barely even have a chance to brace myself, for with just as little warning as it had started, my prick begins shooting my load deep into the tight confines of Bryce's urethra!

Oliver: “ FUCK!" My hips buck madly while his cock sucks me as desperately as a whore down on his luck, as hungrily as a predator devouring its prey, and as passionately as a lover would kiss during their climax.

I wrap my arms tightly around Bryce's head while pressing my face into the wet and spongy flesh of his dick, moaning without restraint as I ride out my orgasm with a mindless lust. It feels as if the giant's cock sucks every ounce of cum I have, for as soon as the last ejaculation rocks through my body, I feel utterly limp and broken as if I had drained my very soul into him.

I collapse onto Bryce's dick and struggle to catch my breath as my mind washes over in waves of pleasure. Everything feels overly sensitive, almost in the same way that it does when I cum while someone pounds my ass, and despite my balls having nothing more to give the hungry cock still sucking my dick, it continues to gulp and swallow, mashing my genitals in the hot folds of his urethra as if unwilling to let me go.

I use what remnants of energy I have left to dig my heels into the floor, and with the aid of my arms, push myself from Bryce's cock in the same motion of yanking my hips backwards. The suction of his urethra makes it feels as if I'm about to rip my penis off, but as I pop free with a wet squelch, I throw myself to the floor with enough strength to force the air from my lungs, but also find myself chuckling mindlessly as I lay on my back.

Bryce: “I take it that was ta yer likin'~?" My body is tingling with pins and needles, I can't focus a single thought, and even when I try to open my eyes, I find myself unable to do anything more than smile dumbly as I breath so heavily that you'd think I just ran a marathon.

Oliver: “I-It… I h-have… N-never…" I feel almost braindead, unable to even string together a proper sentence, let alone appreciate the amused chuckle that leaves the bull's lips.

Bryce: “Hehe, that's alright. Catch yer breath, little fella~" I feel the bull shift, and despite my vision being blurred enough that I struggle to make out anything properly, I mindlessly watch as Bryce raises his hooves and presses them into the floor before leaning forward and slamming his knees into the floor on either side of me before he unceremoniously plops his humungous testicals right down on top of me!

Not only do both of his nuts fall to either side of my body and completely immobilise my already limp frame, but I can feel my feet brushing against his taint and swear I can feel his pucker twitching beneath my toes.

I was already struggling to catch my breath before, but now that I have two titanic testicles weighing over a hundred pounds each flanking my sides, both of which are permeating such a strong musk that they cause me to become hard within a matter of seconds, and in turn for my overly sensitive dick to force whimpers from my lips, I once again find myself becoming lost in the bull's masculine odour.

A shiver of delight runs through me at the submissive feeling of being pinned down by the bull's humungous ballsack, and as his thick skinned scrotum and soft fur brushes over my exhausted body, his warmth elicits a continued feeling of bliss that clouds my mind to the point that Bryce effectively prolongs my post-nut euphoria.

I finally catch my breath enough to focus on the sights before me, and the first thing I see is a giant dick towering over me like a pillar of flesh, and I'm not sure if Bryce realises that I've recovered enough or not, but I silently watch as he grips the base of his penis with one hand and then starts pushing it down until he smooshes my face into his shaft.

With his warm flesh smothering me and his nutsack pinning my arms to my sides, my body reacts more out of instinct than any desire to escape, and with very uncoordinated movements, I both yank my arms out from under his hefty testicles and turn my head to the side as I inhale a deep breath.

While my entire back had become slathered in Bryce's musky fluids when he jerked himself off with me laying on top of his dick, the entirety of my upper body is soon just as wet with his sticky fluids, for as the bull's plump sheath presses into my chest and spits out more of his viscous precum, Bryce moans while pressing his weight a little more forcefully into me.

I lose my breath from the power of his body crushing me, but as Bryce raises up and releases me, not only do I feel as his hand slip under my back and scoops me up into his palm, but as he drags my wet body up the underside of his cock, I find my arms latching onto his dick.

As Bryce cradles my back and continues to drag my along the underbelly of his penis, I catch sight of how far from the ground he has me suspended. My grip around his shaft tightens instinctually as the height gives me an uneasy feeling, but as I wrap my legs around his girth for extra comfort, my ascent finally comes to an end when the bull has me slid all the way to the very tip of his penis and I quite literally come face to face with his dripping we urethra.

Oliver: “H-hey, what are you doing?" I start feeling a little nervous as Bryce moves to cradle my body around his prick with both hands, but as I look past his penis, I find him to be wearing a reassuring smile.

Bryce: “Don't worry, ya still need that dragon saliva before I shove ya into my cock." I relax under his reassurance, but still find my body to be heavily weak from the residual effects of my orgasm.

Bryce: “But I am gonna allow ya a little taste~" I blink and find the bull to be wearing a very seductive expression, and with how hard I just came inside of his dick, it doesn't take much for me to put two and two together.

Oliver: “Y-you're going to spit my cum out of your dick and onto my face?" Fuck… Have I ever said a hotter sentence than that in my entire life?

Bryce: “Well, yers, 'n a little bit'a mine. Yer sperm is currently swimmin' 'round my nuts 'n mixin' together with my spunk." Fuck… Why does he have to make it sound so hot??

Oliver: “Uhm… I-isn't this dangerous? I mean, won't you drown me? I can't exactly escape when you erupt in my face like this." His fingers tighten around my back and that smug grin of his only becomes more arrogant.

Bryce: “That's why I said I'd give ya a little taste~ Don't worry, yall love it~"

Oliver: “Th-that's… You can control how much you cum? Is that another part of your mutation or something?" The bull snorts and gently massages my back with his thick fingers.

Bryce: “In case ya haven't noticed yet, I'm able ta control my body in ways no ordinary beastman can." That raises a lot of questions, but also answers one that I was most concerned with.

Oliver: “I was actually going to ask you how the hell your cock is able to suck like that. I think the surprise is what made my orgasm so powerful." The bull chuckles and winks at me.

Bryce: “Amazin', innit? Just wait till ya feel every inch of yer body bein' sucked down my cock~" I shudder against his penis at the thought; The mental image that much more powerful with the position I'm being held in.

Bryce: “But ta answer yer question, I'm able ta control how much I shoot, which means I can give ya a taste without drownin' ya." He cuts his sentence short and hums in contemplation.

Bryce: “It'll only be a drop for me, but for ya, I think it'll be 'round a litre or two." I chuckle as I initially think he's joking, but my expression quickly falls when I see how serious the bull is.

Oliver: “Shit. That's… A lot." Does he expect me to drink everything? I surely hope not…

Bryce: “ Ha! If ya think that's a lot, yer gonna be shocked by how much I can cum~" While not only from his giant size, but from all these mutations, I expect it to be far more than I could ever imagine.

Oliver: “Aaand how much would that be?" It's a little weird to be hugging Bryce's penis while having a conversation with him, more so when he goes quiet for a moment as if calculating, but talking about his mutations has proven far too fascinating for me to not inquire about them.

Bryce: “My last count was just under six-hundred litres, but I once came a whole thousand litres after edging for a few hours."

Oliver: “Wh-what!? Th-that's ridiculous! I mean…" I trail off as I try to rationalise the crazy amount, but the more I think about it, and the more it kinda makes sense, it's just… That number is freaking insane!

Bryce: “Heh, ya still don't understand what this mutation has done ta me, do ya~? 'N, I mean, cummon. A guy my size? Shouldn't it be obvious I cum a lot~?" I frown and try to look anywhere but at the urethra in front of my face.

Oliver: “I-I guess…" I mean… This is another of the reason's I wanted to see if Bryce was real or not, right? Shouldn't this be exciting?

Bryce: “But we've gotten distracted again. Let's continue~" As soon as I look up at the bull, so too does his penis pulse, and with just as little warning as I feel something running along my body, the bovine's urethra suddenly spits out a huge glob of gooey precum that instantly covered my entire face!

I'm sure Bryce only pushed out a drop of precum, more than likely to try and make me excited at the prospect of swallowing down his cum, but it has the opposite effect, for this single droplet is so much that not only is my entire face now sticky with his salty juices, but it's dripping down my neck and coating me in places that I've never had precum before!

Oliver: “H-hold on for a second!" I splutter and try to wipe as much of his nut juices from my face as possible, and once my eye sockets aren't seeping with precum, I find Bryce to be looking at me with a very apologetic smile.

Bryce: “S-sorry, I probably shoulda warned ya, huh?" It's weird seeing Bryce act confident in one moment and then nervous in the next. I'm not sure if it's just his nerdier side fighting for dominance with the lecherous behaviour his transformation has obviously caused him, or if he had maybe hurt someone in the past because of his size and is now nervous of accidently doing it again, but I don't like seeing him so worried.

Oliver: “Do… Do you think I could have that dragon saliva stuff now? I mean… I'm feeling a little more nervous after seeing what you consider to be one drop…" Does this dragon saliva even work how he says it does? I'm still having my doubts about it, but if Bryce has done this type of thing before, I don't think he'd lie about me not needing to breath.

Bryce: “Sure, I don't mind none. I've got more'n enough ta spare." With me still wrapped around the underside of his penis, Bryce stands up while cradling my back with one hand. The motion is so abrupt that I frantically latch onto his cock for dear life, but the problem with this is that in my haste to find security, I shove my face right against his piss hole, and with how wet both my head and his urethra are, my entire face slips into his fleshy tunnel as effortlessly as a lubed cock does into a well-prepared anus!

Oliver: “!!!" Fear grips me as my whole world turns dark, and without even thinking about it, I yank my head back as quickly as I can and gasp for breath!

Oliver: “Fuck, fuck!" I start squirming and trying to push myself away from the yawning urethra in front of me that looks more than ready to suck me back in, almost as if it had a mind of its own, but thankfully, my wriggling doesn't go unnoticed by the gígantas.

Bryce: “Shit! Ya alright??" Bryce immediately pulls me away from his cock and raises me to eyelevel. I'm clinging so tightly to his fingers while laying on my back that I can do nothing more than gasp for breath as I try to spit out the precum forced into my mouth, but seeing the bull's face this close and feeling his warm breath wash over my sticky body invokes another kind of fear.

Bryce: “Heh, got sucked in by accident, huh? Sorry about that, my cock sometimes has a mind of its own." Despite him whispering these words sympathetically, my breath hitches at the sight of his massive features being so close to my prone body. My mind instantly conjures images of AOG and how gruesomely some of my favourite characters died in the mouths of giants.

Oliver: “C-could you, uhm… P-please put me down. You're making me r-really nervous with your face so close…" A look of shame instantly washes over his face, and the bull quickly pulls me away.

Bryce: “S-sorry…" Bryce winces and looks away from me with a guilty expression before side eying me like a dog that just misbehaved.

Bryce: “I betcha thought I coulda swallowed ya up like those giants on AOG, huh?" He tries to brush it off by chuckling, but he couldn't look anymore ashamed than he does right now. And while I'm still a little freak out, I feel a litter better now that I'm not so close to his face.

Oliver: “K-kinda…" He winces at my admission, and I immediately feel like utter shit for admitting something I knew would hurt.

Oliver: “I-I'm really sorry… I didn't mean for it to sound that way, it's just when your dick sucked me in, and then I came face to face with your open mouth, I just…" I trail off, but Bryce seems to understand what I mean, because he nods along and scratches behind his neck sheepishly.

I've calmed down enough to raise myself into a seated position with my legs crossed, and despite anxiety still gripping my chest to the point that I consider asking the bull to put me down again, I decide to at least try to ameliorate the situation before I do, yet before I can speak, Bryce beats me to it.

Bryce: “It's alright, Oliver. I get it. I really do. Before 'n after my transformation, I was trained on how ta be gentle, 'n also taught the mental effects our appearance can have on others. Gotta be aware of how the world sees us, ya know?" I smile softly and nod along. It's not that I doubt Bryce or have a bad feeling about him, it's just those things happening in quick succession kinda flipped my flight or fight response, and now that I've calmed down, I'm kinda caught between feeling guilty and still wanting to flee.

Oliver: “I guess that explains how you're so careful, I honestly thought you'd hurt me when you first picked me up." I'm instantly worried I might have bruised his ego again with such a comment, but the bull thankfully smiles with an understanding expression.

Bryce: “Thanks. I'm always worried about bein' too rough, so it's nice ta hear that I'm doin' a good job." I'm about to reassure him once more, but catch sight of something in his other hand.

Oliver: “What's that?" Bryce is holding what looks like an oversized, if cheaply put together, old fashioned bag in his hand, and with how it's made from brown cloth and tied together around the top with a rope, it quite literally looks like some typa medieval coin purse.

Bryce: “Oh right. It's the dragon saliva." Bryce raises the hand holding the bag and brings it next to me, and as he presses the sides of his open palms together, I get a pretty good look at the old timey sack.

Bryce: “Ya think ya could open it for me? It's a little hard ta undo the knot with my sausage fingers." He chuckles in such a way that I can still tell he feels awkward about our last conversation, but I nod all the same.

Getting onto my knees, I lean over into his other hand to open the bag, but with how I'm stretched between both of his palms, and fully aware of how dangerous this is, an uneasy feeling twists my stomach. I quickly decide to shimmy over to the other side, and once I'm kneeling in front of the brown sack, start untying the rope keeping the top of the bag closed.

Inside, I find a whole bunch of different phials, all of which are filled with so many contrasting colours and textures that it literally feels as if I've just opened my inventory in the middle of a battle and am trying to decide which potion would be best to help me defeat a particularly difficult boss.

There are glass bottles the size of my palm which are filled with colours so vivid that they could compete with a rainbow, and plastic containers so big that they could fit an entire litre of liquid in them. It's as I'm grimacing at the viscous goo swishing around one of these oversized potions that I discern the words “Dragon Saliva" written across a tag taped to the side of it.

I heft the oversized elixir out of the cloth sack and onto my lap, and as I see the semi-transparent liquid slosh and bubble inside, foaming in a way that makes me realise Bryce wasn't joking about this stuff being literal spit, I start to question if this is a good idea or not. As much as I like being dominated by a guy, I'm not so sure how I feel about drinking a stranger's cold spit…

Oliver: “You want me to drink… This?" The disgust must be obvious in my voice, because Bryce chuckles and speaks in a soft tone.

Bryce: “Better ta get it outta the way now. I reckon ya should chug the stuff, coz trust me when I say it tastes godsdamn awful." I grimace at the viscous contents that quite literally look like the type of snotty mucus I'd hack up when I'm sick.

Oliver: “This is quite a lot, do I really have to drink the whole thing?" The bull nods and I groan like a kid who doesn't want to clean up his toys.

Bryce: “Well… It's all up ta ya in the end. We can't exactly do the whole cock vore thing without it, so if ya really don't wanna drink the stuff, there are many other things I could do ta satisfy ya~" He must see my conflicted expression, because Bryce's lips pull into a frown and his voice becomes sympathetic.

Bryce: “If it helps any, dragon saliva does more than just replace yer need ta breathe." With my curiosity peaked, I look up and Bryce smiles encouragingly.

Bryce: “So like, its primary use if for the oxygen thing, but the other effect it has is ta relax yer muscles. People normally use it ta take big dicks up their arses." He must notice my gaze shifting towards his erection, because the bull guffaws and shakes his head.

Bryce: “Hehe, sorry, but even with this stuff, that would be impossible." I smile in turn and the bovine continues while rubbing his furry chin.

Bryce: “Hmm, what else… Oh right! It kinda fills ya with this tingly feelin' that makes ya all warm inside 'n gives ya these submissive urges." I raise an eyebrow incredulously and look up at Bryce questioningly.

Oliver: “Like… “Give-it-to-me-daddy" kind of submissive, or…?" Bryce rolls his eyes but continues with a smirk.

Bryce: “Pretty much. The more ya submit, the better everythin' feels. Kinda makes yer primal urges take over." I look at the bottle in my hands and start to question how safe this is. As much as the possibility of cock vore has become a reality for me, the price for experiencing it seems to be drinking a stranger's spit, and I'm not sure how I feel about that…

Bryce: “Go ahead, nothin' bad comes from drinkin' this stuff. Well, other than the taste." He gestures to the bottle, but before I can even move to uncork it, the bull's voice pitches and he speaks hurriedly as if to add one last thing.

Bryce: “Oh right! Another thing it does is ta make ya heal faster, so like, any wounds ya have will close super quickly." I don't know why, but hearing such a positive effect makes this vile stuff seem more appealing.

Oliver: “Woah, really?" I mean, anything that helps you heal can't be all that bad… Right?

Bryce: “Really. It has like, antibacterial qualities or something. I'm no scientist, so I couldn't tell ya how it works, just that it does." Bryce shrugs and his hands shake a little as he starts walking back to the sitting area, and after gently leaning his back against the wall, he very carefully lowers himself down to the floor till he's sitting on the mat in the same position from before.

Oliver: “This is sounding more and more like a witches brew with everything you say it can do." And with how curdled its contests are, I wouldn't be surprised if this stuff was mixed in a cauldron.

Bryce: “Heh, well dragons are pretty magical, dontcha think? I mean, we have one here, 'n he kinda has this vibe that makes me think he holds all the answers of the universe, ya know~?" I chuckle and shrug. I've never met a dragon before, let alone had the chance to chat one up.

Oliver: “Well, after hearing about what their spit can do, sure." I look back at the bottle in my hands and sigh, and after struggling to pry the cap off, sit down with the bottle between my knees and finally get the damn thing open.

Bringing it towards my nose and taking a quick sniff, I can't make out much more than the overwhelming scent of Bryce's precum that's pretty much covering most of my body, the warm scent of his fleshy palm beneath me, and his lingering animal musk.

Swirling the sticky liquid around the bottle, the milky contents seriously make me think that someone gobbed into this bottle and decided to sell it as some type of placebo potion, but then again, this is supposed to be literal spit, right? So that could be exactly what someone did. For all I know, Bryce coulda asked this dragon friend of his for some spit. Eurg… Am I really going to do this?

I look up at Bryce as if to ask him if there is no other way to do this, and he nods along encouragingly. I sigh out the last of my hesitance before closing my eyes, bringing the thin neck of the heavy bottle to my lips, and gulping it down as quickly as I can!

While I expect the gooey contents to cling to the plastic and refuse to leave the flask in the same way that you'd struggle to get the last drops of ketchup out of a bottle, the viscous liquid run surprisingly quickly from the lips of it, in fact, it pours out from the phial so smoothly that I'm forced to chug it like I've never changed anything in my life!

I realise far too late that the bottle is designed for expelling it's contents quickly, for it takes me a few seconds to finish the entire thing! And as I pull the bottle from my lips and wipe away the strands of sticky saliva connecting the lips of the bottle to my own, I'm surprised by not only how easily that stuff slid down my throat, but by the taste that hits me.

Despite Bryce having warned me of its retched flavour, nothing could have prepared me for the musky taste that reminds me of charred meat, rotten mushrooms, and egg whites. There is a potent masculine aftertaste that accompanies this already gag worry flavour, one that makes it feel like I just ran my tongue over a sweaty guy's armpit, and despite my diaphragm contracting and my body lurching, I'm able to stop myself from vomiting.

Oliver: “Eurg… I can't believe I just did that…" The taste in my mouth is impossible to wash away, as not only does this stuff clinging to my throat, but the flavour seems to become stronger with each passing second.

Bryce: “Heh, yeah, I did warn ya." Bryce laughs, but it's as he chuckles that I start to feel a very strange feeling welling within me. It starts as a warm sensation that swirls and gurgles in my gut, but quickly transforms into a tingle that makes me feel as if I just gobbled down a bag of sherbet.

Oliver: “W-woah…" My first syllable slips, for as my mouth opens much wider than I ever imagined it to, I quickly tense my jaw and grit my teeth as a warm sensation flows through me. Not only do I feel all my muscles relaxing, but my stomach grumbles as if hungry for more of that disgusting stuff.

Bryce: “Oh, it's already affectin' ya?" I nod along as my whole body tingles, and despite the unease of how limber I start to feel, flexible to the point that it feels as if my joints could dislocate if I stretch too far, the sensation starts to evolve into something that feels almost pleasurable.

Oliver: “Wow, I fell pretty damn great~ I feel super relaxed and very horny!" I don't know why I said that, and despite feeling those exact things, I become very self-conscious for having blurted it out, and despite how debased my words are, Bryce seems pretty happy about my response.

Bryce: “Bwahaha! Oh right, that's another of its effects. How could I have forgotten~" Heh, from the cheeky smile on his face, I think he purposely left that part out, but I'm not complaining.

Oliver: “Hehe, very much so~" The bull smiles before plucking the bag containing his potions from my side, and after storing it next to him, starts lowering me towards his penis, and from how he grips the base of his cock, it's not hard to figure out he's planning on sticking me inside it.

Oliver: “W-wait. Hold on for a second." Despite how eager he looks to continue, Bryce stops like I just shouted our safe word while roleplaying.

Bryce: “What? What's wrong??" I chuckle and shake my head at Bryce's nervous reaction before patting his warm palm and then gesturing for him to put me on the floor.

Oliver: “Could you put me down?" I'm not sure if he's still worried about how I reacted earlier or not, but the bull doesn't hesitate to place me back on the floor, and while I'm grateful for his consideration, I hate to see such a crestfallen expression on his face.

Oliver: “I just… I'm feeling a lot more relaxed with this whole thing now, and I kinda thought I could explore your cock a little without holding back." My words immediately bring back that dorky smile of his.

Bryce: “Oh~? Hehe, someone seems ta have found his liquid courage, eh?" I roll my eyes at his corny joke but laugh all the same.

Oliver: “Heh, I guess you could say that." In the same motion of stretching his legs out on either side of me, Bryce grabs the base of his cock and forces his pride down to the floor and lays it flat in front of me like a literally log of meat.

While I'm very much excited at seeing his fleshy pink penis pulsing and awaiting my touch, my eyes land upon the bulbous orbs squashed on either side of his sheath. I walk past his thick dick with a silent promise to give it all the attention it deserves, and make my way straight for one of his giant testicles.

Bryce's cum factories are… Enormous would be an understatement. They are humungous in a way that I never imagined balls could be. While I know that bovine beastman have some of the biggest gonads on the planet, and the treatment Bryce underwent also played a big part in how gifted he's become, none of that is enough to explain just how ginormous his testicles are.

Reaching forward and placing both my hands on the black furred orb in front of me, my fingers trace through the soft coat and find his sack to be much firmer than I thought it would be. It's kinda squashed between his thigh and prepuce right now, and while I can feel some give with how elastic the skin feels beneath his fur, I can definitely tell how different his nuts are to mine.

His testicle is oval shaped, around four feet from side to side, and about thirty-six inches from top to bottom with a circumference I couldn't even begin to measure. The only thing I can compare his ball to is one of those wooden barrel's fishermen would store live fish inside, or maybe even one of those large storage containers workers normally keep their tools inside? I mean, I could easily fit in this thing if it's as hollow as Bryce claims.

Fuelled by lust and curiosity, I slowly lean into his ball by running my hands along it, and after pressing my face into his warmth and wrapping my arms as far around his testicle as possible, I lean into his nut and completely fail to prevent not just the giddy smile from stretching across my lips, nor the aching need pulsing between my legs, but to stop my lust for Bryce from skyrocketing. I'm not sure if it's the aforementioned effects of dragon saliva affecting me or the feeling of his enormity beneath me, but I desperately want him more than I have wanted anyone else.

The bull chuckles at my enthusiasm and I feel his testicle tensing under his laughter, and as I trace my hands along the shape of his orb and feel just how different it is to mine, not only do I discern every vein and a very thick tube I suspect connects his testicle to his urethra, but I hear a sloshing sound that makes my face even warmer than it already is.

I rock back and forth very gently, not entirely sure if his balls are as sensitive to touch as mine are, but that splashing sound becomes more audible. I'm uncertain if it's the visualisation I have in my head that his nuts are hollow and practically act as literal containers for his cum, but I can almost feel how full they are and practically smell the cum churning within.

I giggle as I imagine my mediocre amount of sperm swimming around inside this giant orb, wondering just how differently the rest of his penis is structured if his gonads are like this.

Oliver: “Hehe, I can hear your fluids sloshing around inside~" Bryce chuckles softly as I rock back and forth, and as I carefully, and with slight reluctance, push myself off his nutsack, making sure to give it a kiss before I depart, I grin up at the bull before turning my attention towards the thick shaft at my side.

As I run my hand along the slick surface of his spongey shaft, Bryce uses the hand he's holding his sheath with to squeeze and fondle the lump of flesh his cock protrudes from, and as he does, not only do the veins on his penis pulse and strain under his tightening grip, but his prepuce squelches and oozes out thick globs of musky precum.

Oliver: “Fuck, that's hot…" Bryce knows exactly what he is doing, and despite him being a bit of an oversized dork, he certainly has all the sex appeal of a muscled jock; His teasing is only helping to further wash away my hesitance.

I find myself casting away all my hesitance as lust drives me forward, and as I trace my hands over his throbbing veins that are throbbing and burning with desire, across his pink flesh that is drenched with precum, and finally make my way to the thinner tip of his penis, I crouch down in front of his monolithic cock and run my hands along the rim of the piss slit I fucked only a moment ago.

Rimming the wet lips of his cock with my soaked hands, I don't hesitate to slip my fingers in the warm opening. My hand glides into Bryce's hot flesh without effort, and once I'm almost elbow deep inside his urethra, feeling the velvety yet firm walls insides of his dick, the suction motions suddenly start again.

Being face to face with his cock as it starts to undulate and suck me like a cum hungry twink, I find my face flushing for a whole different reason. The opening of his penis contract and pulses like a fat pair of lips trying to draw me in deeper; It almost looks like a giant fish's mouth gasping for breath. It makes my erect penis swell with even more blood, but when Bryce starts to suck my arm deeper into his urethra, I quickly stop him.

Oliver: “H-hold up for a second." The gulping dick immediately falls still, and despite enjoying the warmth, I slide my now wet arm from his urethra.

Bryce: “Is somethin' wrong?" Looking up at the bull, I find that same concerned look on his face, so I quickly shake my head and grin cheekily.

Oliver: “Not at all~ That sucking thing is fucking hot! I just want to explore you a little more before we take things further, if that's alright?" The bull grins and leans back against the wall while steadying his cock out in front of himself.

Bryce: “Of course~ Just tell me when yer ready 'n my cock will be more'n happy ta gobble ya up~" I'm not sure if it's for show or not, but his penis throbs and spits out a glob of precum, looking more and more like a hungry maw dribbling in anticipation of eating me.

Kneeling in front of Bryce's cock and running my hands along the slippery lips of his fat penis head, I inhale the musky scent of his precum and feel his pheromones continue to addle my thoughts. The prospect of finally being able to achieve cock vore is becoming an almost desperate need at this point, but I want to try something out first. I'm about to push my head forward and slip it into his urethra for a test run, but am surprised when Bryce stops me.

Bryce: “Hold on–" With my hands still gripping his slippery head, I look up curiously and find Bryce struggling to rummage around that brown pouch I pulled the dragon saliva from, and after another moment, he places a very small vial next to me on the blue mat.

Oliver: “More dragon saliva?" The potion he sets beside me is very small, not more than a few millilitres, and a far different colour than the previous one.

Bryce: “No, this one comes from a flow. Cats go crazy for the stuff. It's sorta like a drug." I eye the bottle suspiciously before giving the oversized beastman a similar look.

Oliver: “Uhm… I don't really do drugs. So thanks, but no thanks." Bryce snorts in a way that only a bull can and rolls his eyes.

Bryce: “No, no, no. Only cats can get high from it, for everyone else, it kinda gives them night vision." My eyes widen and I pick up the bottle to inspect it.

Oliver: “No way! Are you serious?" Where the hell does he get all these positions? And why haven't I heard of them before?? I know I don't get out much, but it's starting to feel like I've been living under a rock…

Bryce: “Way! It'll light up the darkest of places! I'm not sure how it works either, but it kinda makes light bounce off'a objects. Sorta like how a cats eyes work." With a shrug, Bryce gestures to the bottle and I frown.

Oliver: “So… Why would I need this?" I mean, I'm all for trying out new things, and while his room is pretty dark, I don't see how this'd help.

Bryce: “Well, it makes the experience all the more fun, if ya get what I mean~" He says this while jostling his dick around enough that he all but slaps me across the face with it, and as I look at the opening of his penis in confusion, his insinuation finally starts making sense.

Oliver: “O-oh…" I don't know why I didn't think of it straight away, but it's pretty obvious when I consider just how dark it'll be inside his body.

Holding up the small glass phial in my hand, I find the contents to be almost purely translucent purple and more vivid than any colour I've ever seen. It's also nowhere near as viscous as the dragon saliva. I curiously uncork it and take a quick whiff and instantly feel a tingle run across my skin.

Oliver: “Ooo~ This smells much better than that dragon shit!" Bryce guffaws, and while his voice is loud enough to hurt my eardrums, I'm starting to really like the sound of his mirth.

Bryce: “I don't think eatin' dragon shit'll have the same effect, but yer more than welcome ta try~" I roll my eyes but smile all the same.

Oliver: “Well, bottoms up~" I gulp down the watery contents in one shot, and immediately my mouth is assaulted by a clawingly sweet taste. I hum in delight, as not only does it wash away the lingering musky flavour of the dragon saliva, but the liquid tastes like a strawberry and raspberry smoothy~

Bryce: “Now, let me tell ya about the side effects." The smile instantly drops from my face and I look up at Bryce in disbelief.

Oliver: “Wait, what!? You're telling me this after I drank the whole thing!?" The bull puffs a breath and waves his hand dismissively.

Bryce: “Cool yer jets, cowboy. It's not bad." Cowboy? Isn't that like, highly offensive for a bull to say?

Oliver: “Well… What are they?" I try to keep my cool, and while it's made easier with how nonchalant Bryce is behaving, I'm on the very verge of freaking out again.

Bryce: “Well, it… kinda makes ya hungry for… Cum." I'm not sure if it's my expression that made him so hesitant while telling me this, and not only does he sound super unsure, but the incredulous look on my face deepens as the bull explains the side effects.

Bryce: “Hey, don't look at me like that! It's not bad. I mean, where yer going, there's plenty'a the stuff for ya ta gobble up!" He tries to sell his point by once more jostling his dick, and after eying off his plump testicles, I return my softening gaze to the bull.

Oliver: “So… Is this safe? I mean, you told me about your anatomy being different, but, I mean… This is still pretty crazy." The idea of living out a lifelong fantasy is the only thing keeping me changing my mind, but I still feel extremely nervous when I think about the logistics involved.

Bryce: “I told ya I have full control of my body, right? 'N ya saw how easily my cock sucked yer dick up. I'll have no problem swallowing ya down into one'a my nuts. Trust me~" My face warms at the mental image he gives me, something Bryce clearly intended, because he grins toothily.

Bryce: “Hell, I could stick ya up my arse 'n suck ya all the way into my gut if that's somethin' yer into~" I'm a little startled at the notion, but as I recall the bull telling me that some people like being used as living dildos, it kinda makes sense that anal vore enthusiasts would seek him out too. I wonder if the same thing goes for regular voraphiles?

Oliver: “C-cloud you stop shocking me please? I think I've heard all the crazy things my mind can handle for one day." Bryce bursts into raucous laughter and eyes me off coyly.

Bryce: “Hey, I told ya about this already, ya should'a figured all'a this out~" I snigger and shrug my shoulders.

Oliver: “Obviously you should have gone into more details. I mean, that's pretty crazy. You sound like some type of Buddhist monk. They have control over their bodies like that, right?" Or, at least… I think they do?

Bryce: “Heh, only difference is I have waaay more sex than all'a them combined~ Like seriously. Why go through all'a that trouble ta “Know thy self" 'n then waste that knowledge by never even jerkin' it? I mean, some of them are flexible enough ta suck themselves off! What a waste." I chuckle a little harder than before, and am shocked at how weird my body still feels from that dragon saliva. I've been cautious with how I speak since it feels like my jaw's about to dislocate, and the relaxed state of my body only seems to be getting stronger.

Oliver: “Hehe, I won't lie and say I've never tried to suck myself off, but I bet that's not a problem for you, huh?" I mean, his cock is insanely thick, but with how it rises over his bellybutton, it shouldn't be possible for the bull, right?

Bryce: “Damn straight~! Can't exactly take it all'a the way ta the base, but maybe I'll get into yoga 'n become even more in touch with my body~" I chuckle and can't help but imagine Bryce bent over in a sexy yoga pose.

Oliver: “Defiantly." I'm about to add more, but my vision suddenly becomes blurry. My head spins and I almost lose my balance, but as I rub my eyes and try to shake my thoughts back into focus, the feeling of vertigo passes just as quickly as it came, and as I open my eyes and blink a few times, I look around in confusion as everything comes into focus.

Oliver: “Woah, was that the cat potion thing? I suddenly became dizzy." Bryce grins while spreading his arms and gesturing to his room.

Bryce: “Look." I do as he suggests and am immediately floored. The room is far brighter than it was before! I mean, those weird areas between each of his living spaces still appear flooded with swathing shadows that seem unnatural, but every object of his room is illuminated as if each one were emitting its own light. Is this how felines see the world? Do I have night vision now?

Bryce: “Pretty neat stuff, huh?" I nod while observing everything around me for a moment longer before tuning my flabbergasted expression back to the bovine.

Oliver: “I'm just going to have to get used to being surprised when I'm with you, aren't I?" An overly smug smile draws across his face and Bryce licks his lips with his extremely long tongue while eyeing me off.

Bryce: “Oh~? Does that mean ya plan on comin' back ta visit lil ol' me~?" I shrug playfully but quickly give up on another coy response.

Oliver: “Definitely~ I mean, other than you having an amazing body and a cock to die for, I'm really enjoying your company. You're so easy going. It's just what I needed." His lecherous grin is softly replaced with one of the most earnest smiles I've seen in a very long time.

Bryce: “Heh, thanks, Oliver. That's really kind of ya." It almost looks like the bull is going to say more, but after shaking his head and looking at me with a seductive smirk, he grabs his cock, presses it down against the blue mat, and waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Bryce: “Are ya ready ta get back into it~?" He sounds a little impatient, and while we keep going off on these tangents in the middle of our fun, I can't disagree that I'm also pretty eager to continue.

Oliver: “Sure am~" I wink seductively before moving to grab the head of his penis and immediately pick up right where I left off.

Running my hands along the tapered tip of his cock and crouching down in front of his wet urethra, I close my eyes and push my face into the musky opening of his cock without pause, finding that my face slides in far easier than I thought it would. His piss slit seemingly expanding to fit my form just as easily as it had conformed to the shape of my cock. How can his dick be so hard, yet so flexible?

My entire head pops into the tight confines of Bryce's urethra, and for a moment, I'm scared that he might start strangling me when his dick's lips wrap around my neck, but as his flesh settles into place and I remember why I took that purple potion in the first place, I open my eyes and gasp in surprise at the sight before me.

Stretching out ahead of me is the long tunnel of Bryce's fleshy urethra. It's covered with strands of sticky precum that stretch between the pink walls of his narrow passage like spiderwebs, saturated with the most intense musk I've smelled yet, and by far the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

I'm momentarily stunned while I look at the unbelievable sight stretching out before me, but as the lips wrapped around my neck slowly start wrapping around my shoulders, I'm snapped back to reality as I slip into the bull's urethra till my chest and upper back are surrounded by his warmth.

Once again, I fear that Bryce might start sucking again, but his penis is surprisingly subdued. I can feel the veins pulsing all around me, and I can vaguely hear the bovine moaning in what must be delight, but he thankfully seems intent on allowing me a moment to explore his dick.

With the lips of Bryce's cock wrapped around my shoulders and gripping me as tenderly as a lover that just buried his length into my depths, I'm kinda forced into a hunched over position with my legs spread and my ass raises as if I were waiting for someone to take me from behind. I wrap my arms as far around the tapered head of the bull's cock as I can, and feel just how stretched out his penis is. The sensation of my shape bulging beneath his firm, yet spongy flesh is just as erotic as the intense smell inside his urethra, and as I take in all these sensations, I can't stop the moan that leaves my lips.

Pressing myself more forcefully against Bryce's soft insides, I lean my chest into his squishy flesh, and after making myself comfortable, tentatively extend my tongue from my lips and drag it along his fleshy tunnel. The result is instant, for as soon as the salty flavour of his man juices hits my tongue, I find myself unable to resist the alure of having another taste.

Before I know what I'm doing, I start lapping the viscous liquids while moaning into the echoing tunnel and pressing myself even harder into his flesh as if trying to feel Bryce's embrace even closer. While the bull's penis is huge, larger and heftier than my entire body, what surprises me is how flexible his flesh is, for while his urethra was more that wide enough to take my entire head without needing to stretch, I'm very surprised with how easily it has wrapped over my shoulders and expanded with minimal effort.

It's in this moment where I feel the bull's sticky precum clinging to the inside of my throat and blocking my nose that I start to realise that purple potion he said would make me hungry for cum is what has made me act so ravenously. Shame instantly washes over me, and I quickly stop lapping at his walls like a thirty mutt, and after taking a few deep breathes that only succeed in intoxicated me further with his musk, I decide to pull out completely and take a few steps away as I try to bring my thoughts back into focus.

Bryce: “Why'd ya stop? Ya were just gettin' into the groove~" I have to clean the vicious fluids from my eyes so I can see Bryce, and while I wipe most of them away, that shameful feeling in my chest only amplifies when my lips stick together as I start speaking.

Oliver: “B-because it's embarrassing!" I try to emphasise how degraded I feel by raising my arms from my sticky body and feel as webs of precum form between my ribcage and biceps like batwings.

Bryce: “Heh, ain't nothin' wrong with havin' a little hunger for cum~ I personally drink down each drop when I suck my own cock~" The image of Bryce drinking his own sperm is so hot that it's enough to distract me from how ashamed I feel. Just imagining his lips locked around his thick shaft and his tongue twisting around his tapered head as he expels hundreds of litres down his throat and into his stomach is making me throb.

Bryce: “'N besides, didn't ya come here for a little degradation~? Just let loose, Oliver. I have no shame in drinkin' my own cum, 'n I'd like it if ya felt the same way~" I exhale one last breath, and whether through his cocky smile or his words being enough to erase my shame, I return the bull's grin.

Oliver: “I-I bet with how much you cum, your belly must be pretty rounded by the time you're done gulping it down, huh~?" This seems to be the reaction he was after, because Bryce chuckles heartily.

Bryce: “Hah! I wind up lookin' like I'm three months pregnant~!" He winks and rubs a hand over his chiselled abs before nodding.

Bryce: “But remember, my body isn't the same as yers. I can control how long it takes for food ta digest, 'n if I want, can absorb my meal over a few days." Well, that's pretty interesting, I'm about to ask the bull if he still needs to drink in-between these long periods of not eating, but he continues before I can.

Bryce: “Anyway, ya ready for the real thing now? Not gonna lie, feelin' ya wriggle around inside my dick has made my balls very hungry~" Despite the blush painting my face, I respond just as enthusiastically.

Oliver: “D-definitely! Just… I have one last question before we go any further." Bryce hums and nods for me to continue.

Oliver: “Uhm… So how long will I be inside of you? I'm not sure how real-life cock vore works, so I just want to know how this'll all play out." An almost devious grin spreads across Bryce's face.

Bryce: “Hmm… Well, for yer first time doing this? I'd say about half an hour." My eyebrows raise and I blink in surprise.

Oliver: “Wow, really? So long?" That cheeky smirk on his lips only grows wider at my disbelief.

Bryce: “Trust me~ By the time I decide ta cum 'n free ya from my jizz sack, yall be clingin' ta the walls 'n tryin' ta stay inside~" My blush deepens and I look away as he chuckles, both hoping that this will become true and that I'll have enough will to resist what will ultimately be a mind blowing experience.

While I'm distracted by these thoughts, the bull scoops me up and lays me in his palm with my neck cradled by his thumb and my legs hanging over the edge of his hand, and while I was a little more prepared to be manhandled by Bryce this time around, nothing can detract from how powerless I feel in his grip.

The bovine very carefully raises himself till he's crouched on his knees with his hooves splayed behind himself and his knees spread wide enough to allow his balls space to sway freely. Bryce is holding me close to his chest, and while I should be focusing on the daunting feeling of being raised so high above the floor, I find myself more enamoured with touching his silky soft fur and brushing my fingers across his muscles. The bull's pecs are just as firm as I had thought, and as if to further tease me, Bryce flexes them before chuckling.

Bryce: “Alright, little fella, just relax 'n allow me ta take care of ya, okay~?" He's looking down at me with a tender, if salacious kind of look in his eyes, and while being this close to his face makes me feels like he might just slurp me up and swallow me whole and alive, I trust the bull enough to nod along.

Bryce: “Oh right, I should probably warn ya that I'll be jackin' off once yer inside my nut, which means yall be bouncin' 'round. But don't worry, I'll take breaks ta rub my balls 'n let ya catch yer breath." He says this while using his thumb to caress my head, and while the size difference makes it a little awkward, none of his reassurance is lost with the motion.

Oliver: “Alright, I'm ready for this." He nods while lowering me towards his crotch, and after using his other hand to straighten out his cock, Bryce aligns me at the tip of his penis.

Bryce: “Straighten yer legs 'n keep yer feet together. My cock can gulp ya down faster if ya relax, so just keep calm 'n let me handle the rest, okay?" I nod nervously but obey his words all the same and straighten out my legs, and as soon as my feet are pressed together, Bryce pierces his urethra with my toes.

As soon as the lips of his dick wrap around my ankles, the bull curls his fingers around my body and holds me more firmly in his hand. It's a little frightening to be encircled entirely by his thick fingers, especially since Bryce could break every bone in my body with a single flex, but his grip is careful, leaving me more than enough space to inhale deeply as he slowly starts shoving my feet deeper into his warm cock.

While I initially expect his penis to start sucking me inwards, Bryce instead starts making careful wanking motions, pushing my feet deeper into his urethra before pulling out till only my toes pierce his hole and then shoving me a little deeper, slowly but surely covering my legs in his viscous precum.

I slip all the way up to my knees much faster than I thought I would, and despite trying to look over the bull's knuckles to see just how deep inside of him I am, I can't make out much. Bryce's pace increases at this point, and with how drenched my legs have become, it comes as no surprise that I start sliding into his cock with minimal effort.

I've never tried sounding before, but I've watched enough videos to know the ins and outs involved, and right now, I kinda feel like one of those metal tubes people stick in their dicks, especially with how the bull is easing me into his penis inch by inch. I wonder if I would bring him pleasure if I started vibrating?

Looking up at Bryce as he pushes me deeper into his cock, his face is strained with a look of lustful concentration, it almost looks as if it's taking all his reserves to not just shoves me in all at once, and while I considered speaking, perhaps to assure him that I can handle being treated a little more roughly, I decide to instead relax and enjoy the feeling of my body slowly becoming engulfed in the warmth of his wet flesh.

While my legs are pressed together so tightly that my balls are half squashed between them, the tube of flesh he shoves me into is far more flexible than I had initially thought. It grips me in the same way that a wetsuit does when trying to take it off directly after being in the ocean, but when I part my legs, I find that there's enough give for me to separate them about half a foot.

Bryce shoves my hips into his cock while I'm distracted with exploring the flexibility of his penis, and as my achingly hard dick and rounded cheeks pop inside, he finally releases my body from his grip. I get a bit of a fright when the bull's hand pulls away, but as I lurch forward and grab onto the tip of his overly stretched head, I'm more than stable to not fall.

Bryce slowly allows his cock to stand fully erect at a ninety-degree angle and moves to hold the base of his it to stop it from wobbling around so much. I'm a little scared that gravity will make me slide all the way into his dick, but with how firmly his flesh grips me and the concentrated look on the bull's face as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, it looks like I won't have to wait long for the real fun to begin.

There is this moment where I don't believe that this is happening. Despite the wet flesh wrapped around half of my body and the feeling of my legs being constricted in a warm fleshy tube, it just doesn't register in my brain properly; It almost feels like a dream, but as I feel the first real pulse of his dick as it throbs, the reality that I'm currently shoved halfway down an oversized cock hits me.

I don't have enough time to properly appreciate the slick feeling of my legs being wrapped in his velvety soft flesh, the tight sensation of his urethra gripping my ass like a pair of strong hands, the sensual feeling of my penis rubbing against his sopping wet insides, or even the erotic sounds of his precum squelching from the edges of his puss slit, because as Bryce opens his eyes and looks down at me, he grins right before his penis starts to suck.

I get a bit of a fright from how forceful the undulations of his rock hard dick are, and even more so because I slip all the way up to my belly button with the first gulp! But the overwhelming pleasure of his fleshy walls contracting against my prick and the feeling of his urethra caressing me with every motion is so pleasurable that the bull elicits a whorish moan from me as I sink a whole foot into his body with only three gulps.

Judging by the smug look on Bryce's face, he knows exactly how much I must be enjoying this, because he makes evenly drawn-out gulps and sucks me into his penis slowly and sensually. I can't rightfully describe how amazing it feels to be wrapped up in his hot and slippery flesh, but as his penis lips slowly crawl up my body with each gulp and latch around my chest, the contractions stop long enough for me to catch my breath and try to focus my thoughts.

While I had expected that this would feel amazing, mind-blowing even, I didn't imagine how the inside of his urethra would feel while rubbing against my penis. With my arms hanging over his stretched dick head and the entire lower half of my body being completely drenched in his musky fluids, I look up through my lust addled gaze and find the bull to be grinning mischievously.

I'm about to say how amazing this feels, how it's more than I could ever have imagined cock vore to ever be, but the slow and steady constrictions that have sucked me all the way up to my nipples returns, but unlike before, his cock starts to gulp with purpose, and as his urethra stretches around my chest and I sink all the way up to my armpits with my arms being forced up and over my head, I catch sight of Bryce moving to wrap his hand around the shaft of his penis in the same motion that he begins to swallow me down.

Bryce: “See ya in a moment~" With most of my body engulfed in his hot wet flesh, and his hand firmly locked around the entirely of his shaft, I look up at Bryce's lascivious grin right before the lips of his dick wrap over my armpits and suck frantically! The fleshy folds of his lips pull over my face in the next instant and gulp me into his body faster than I can even think of replying!

Alongside the swallowing motions pulling me deeper into his cock, I can almost make out every indentation of the bull's hand gripping me from outside. His penis slurps me up so much faster than I thought it would for my first time, but as he sucks in my elbows and I feel his cock opening climbing up my arms like a hungry pair of lips slurping me in, I couldn't care less for how quickly this is happening, for as the powerful undulations stretch my spine with each gulp, as his velvety soft flesh constricts me with each swallow, I feel my hunger for his cum becoming painfully desperate.

I open my eyes for the first time since my face was engulfed in his flesh, and while my entire face is covered in precum, I can still make out the pink insides of his urethra. With my arms stretched overhead and my head caught awkwardly between my shoulders, I can't exactly look around or even appreciate the sight of his piss slit closing around my hands and swallowing the last sections of my body, but with each gulp his cock makes, so too do I start licking his walls and moaning into each stroke Bryce makes from the outside.

The pressure inside his cock is amazing, something that's made tighter by the bull masturbating, and it's in this moment that I realise I haven't needed to take a breath yet. While I'm surprised by how I'm not lightheaded from a lack of oxygen, it's the feeling of not needing to breathe which strikes me the hardest. The walls are contracting too quickly for me to expand my chest enough to draw in air, but it's the relaxed feeling that's truly weird. The urge to breath is still there, and while it should scare me that I'm constricted so powerfully within his flesh that my ribcage can't even expand, I feel nothing but lust.

I close my eyes and fall into the squelching motions. Every brush his slimy walls makes against my entire body, the intoxicating musky smell of his precum clogging my nose and filling my brain with his pheromones, and every tug from below that makes it feel as if he were trying to stretch me out on a torture device, everything becomes sensual in the most orgasmic of ways.

I'm so absorbed in all these fantastical sensations that when my penis twitches and I start ejaculating, I gasp in surprise at my sudden and unexpected climax! As I shoot my load all over myself, the bull's cock continues to swallow me down without pause and only helps in accentuating my already overwhelming pleasure. I tremble and spasm as each shot causes me to stiffen, moan and twitch, and even as my penis starts becoming sensitive to overstimulation, the bovine's dick shows no signs of slowing down.

As I spray my cum all over the insides of Bryce's cock, I feel my feet being drawn into a tighter section of his penis and my descent stalling ever so slightly. The frantic gulping motions quickly switch into those long and drawn-out swallows from before, and as the next undulations courses through his penis, not only does the tighter tube below me pull me all the way up to my knees, but I feel my legs curling backwards.

Bryce's dick gulps again and sucks me all the way up to ass, further forcing my body to bend into the contours of his urethra, and with how tight the opening that I'm slipping into is and the weird position that I'm being forced into, it doesn't take me long to realise that I must be somewhere in his ass, or perhaps just under his taint? I'm surprised to understand that I've slipped through the entirety of his cock and am making my decent into the deepest reaches of his body, but as I travel deeper into this tighter tube of flesh, I can't seem to focus on anything else but how much more constricting it is.

Another gulp pulls me all the way up to my bellybutton, and as this extremely tight tube wraps around my ass and still painfully hard dick, I feel my legs being pressed into something hard and very warm. This rounded object resting on the outside of his sperm duct is pulsing in a steady rhythm and feels like a living furnace, and as Bryce's dick swallows in more of my body and pulls me all the way up to my ribcage, I start to understand that this warm nub throbbing against my lower back must be his prostate.

I wish the bull would have gulped me down slower so I could enjoy every feeling more intensely and so I could understand exactly where I am inside of his body, but his penis is swallows me like a hungry predator would; Ingesting me as if I were a meal it couldn't wait to feel filling out its gut.

My descent hits a bit of a snag when my chest passes into his sperm duct, struggling to wrap over my armpits as easily as it had swallowed the rest of my body, but as it squelches and the gulping motions become a little more forceful, Bryce's cock sucks me into the tighter confines of his body and steals all movement from me!

With my head now wrapped tightly in the constricting confines of his innermost tubes, my arms follow suit much faster. My body is being twisted in ways I never knew I could bend, constricting and contorting me to the point that I start to lose focus.

Bryce's sperm duct is gripping me so tightly that I start to become dizzy. I think my heart must be having a hard time beating with how fiercely the walls are squeezing me, because not only is thinking becoming difficult, but my skin is starting to feel tingly. I start to feel a little concerned with how dangerous this could be, for while the dragon saliva will save me from suffocating, nothing is stopping Bryce's cock from crushing me to death.

My thoughts quickly become unfocused and disorientated. I've been twisted and pulled, sucked and curled in ways that I never knew the human body could bend, and with how frantic the undulations have become, I can't even begin to wager where I am inside of Bryce anymore, but as my feet pop into a much wider opening and my descent stalls for the briefest of seconds, some part of me understands why Bryce was so hastily sucking me into his cock. While all those potions he gave me are making any of this possible, it's still dangerous.

With my feet now dangling from the opening of his epididymis, I start to feel dizzy enough that I'm scared I'll pass out before I can reach my destination, but as my legs are basically shot out from this with the next contraction, I do my best to stay conscious.

My legs are spat out into something very warm and very sticky at the same time that I feel my ass being squeezed out from his epididymis, and as my legs weakly kick and I feel them wadding through what is without a doubt the bull's cum, I'm nowhere near ready for the next powerful contraction.

Seemingly understanding that I'm at risk of passing out, Bryce pushes me out into his nut much faster. It feels like every muscle in the bull's body works in tandem, because not only does the frightfully tight tube squeeze me so hard that I quite literally hear my bones creak, but it shoots out the rest of my body into his testicle in one gulp!

Oliver: “!!!" I gasp, more out of instant and fright than any cognitive action, for as I'm shot out into the oversized gonad of a giant bull, not only do I land on my ass in a pool of warm cum, but my knees hit my chest and force me into a foetal position!

I'm a bit disoriented as my skin is wracked with pins and needles while life slowly returns to my limbs and thoughts to my brain, but as I press my hands into the fleshy walls of his nut and I realise that I'm half submerged in a pool of viscous spunk, I slip and slide as my vision slowly clears.

The inside of Bryce's ball is surprisingly much bigger than I expected it would be from the outside, and while I'm basically being forced to curl up with my knees pressed into my chest, there is enough space that I'm not being squeezed into an uncomfortably tight position.

I lay motionless as images of how stretched out the bull's testicle must be with me inside it, and as I gently glide my hands through the thick white cum that fills at least half of his nut, I smile as one of the most fulfilling feelings I have ever felt in my life courses through me.

Tracing my hands over the firm yet supply walls of Bryce's gonad, I'm trapped somewhere between believing that all of this is a dream, and enjoying the euphoric feeling of actually living out one of my deepest fantasies.

Pushing out with my legs and arms, Bryce's testicle is just as sturdy inside as it was when I was pressing into it from the outside. It stretches enough for me to move around freely, but its stiff like soft rubber, and with how velvety the walls are, they are just as smooth as latex.

Sliding around inside his nut until I'm resting on my haunches with half of my body submerged in his hot spunk, I press my back against the firm walls of his testicle while extending my arms to try and steady myself as his ballsack rocks back and forth.

Breathing in a deep and rattled breath, I take in all the sensations around me with lustful delight. The warm feeling of his viscous cum seeping into my flesh, the salty odour of his manjuices permeating my lungs, the feeling of his veins running along the outside of my fleshy prison, the way his nutsack sways each time I move, the salaciously pink colour stretched across the walls of his testicle, and the humidity that is practically saturating my thoughts with his pheromones, all of it is far more erotic than any of my fantasies could ever have made it out to be.

As I remain crouched in his nut and slowly become intoxicated with every sensation, so too does the hunger from before make itself known. While pressing my back into Bryce's squishy walls and widening my legs to stabilise myself, my heart hammers in my chest as I cup my hands in the lukewarm pool of cum and bring them up to my face before I start slurping down wads of his salty semen as if I were drinking water from a pond.

The feeling of swallowing so much cum makes my mind race with wild lust. while the intense flavour is strong enough to make me gag a little, and his spunk is so viscous that it clings to my throat like the tackiest of honeys, my body goes into overdrive as soon as I gulp down the first mouthful. His jizz is musky, bitter, and so strong I can practically tase how virile he is, but has a surprisingly sweet undertone. I become lost in the act of swallowing Bryce's baby batter so ravenously that it feels as if I were dehydrated and his sperm were the only thing able to quench my thirst.

The inside of Bryce's testicle is very slippery, and despite spreading my legs wide enough to balance myself, it feels as if I'm trying to kneel in a hammock, or well, a hammock made from rubber and filled with lube. I almost lose my balance a few times as I swallow his cum, and my frantic movements don't help as they further cause his testicle to sway, but before I know it, I'm shoving my entire face into the pool of spunk and sucking down as much as I can, and without the need to breath, I don't even have to come up for air.

While I was covered in sperm since the first moment I was spat out into his nut, I feel so much more drenched with cum as I submerge my face in his warm semen. Not only is every inch of my body dripping with his sticky man juices, but now the inside of my body is so tainted with his musk that I will probably be smelling the bull's jizz for weeks even after I clean up.

Between my ravenous ingestion of his salty spunk, Bryce's testicle begins to sway from more than just my movements, and as I press my hands into the semen covered walls, so too does the rocking steadily increase. I halt my swallowing and look around the fleshy prison as I try to figure out what's going on, and as his cum churns and splashes around me, I start to realise that Bryce must be jerking off.

I press my knees harder into his rubbery flesh and force my arms out in front of myself to steady my body as much as possible, and good thing I do, for the bull's pace suddenly picks up and becomes more violent, so much so that his cum starts to splash around his nut in waves that wash over my face and blind me with his virile batter!

My arms strain and my grip starts to waver as the bovine's masturbating becomes more desperate, and before I can find a more secure way to steady myself, my hands slip and I fall face first into his cum! Before I can even think of getting back onto my knees, I find myself being thrown around his testicle as if I were trapped inside a washing machine!

I do my best to keep my mouth and eyes closed, but each time I slam into his fleshy walls, the impact is enough to force the air from my lungs, and as I inadvertently gasp, I end up swallowing mouthfuls of thick sperm!

I didn't think things could become any more frantic than they are, but I'm proven wrong when the bull's pace increases and I start slamming into the rubbery walls so hard that it hurts! I start to feel like a human pin ball, and as wave after wave of semen washes over me, I find myself ingesting more cum than I bargained for.

I can't find a single moment to stretch my arms out and stop this mad ride, and instead of fighting it, I decide to submit to my fate by curling into a foetal position and allowing the bull to have his fun, but I'm becoming so dizzy that it's hard to keep my head curled between my knees or my arms wrapped around my legs. I kinda feel like a goldfish that's trapped in a plastic bag and being sloshed around by a violent and uncaring kid, and as much as I expect this mad pace to increase till the bull cums, I'm surprised when I hit the wall one last time before sinking to the bottom on his ball and falling still in the pool of cum.

I'm so disorientated that I'm not even sure which way is up anymore. I'm exhausted from how violently I was slammed into the walls, and despite his wanking having come to an end, I just lay here in Bryce's spunk, feeling like a rag doll that was just thrown around by an upset child, or perhaps a jawbreaker someone was swishing around inside their mouth.

Oliver: “!!!" My entire body stiffens, for before life can return to my crumpled form, the walls around me suddenly constrict! I gasp and inhale wads of cum as I'm squeezed and moulded inside his nut like a piece of clay! I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but as I feel rounded nubs pressing into me from the outside, I start to realise that Bryce must be kneading his ballsack.

Once more, I try my best to abide to whatever he has planned and relax my body while the bull squeezes, rubs, and stretches his testicles, trying to take this moment to recuperate from the mad ride I have no doubt will start again, but his kneading is incessant and leaves me no reprieve.

I gargle and whimper as I'm submerged beneath his cum, for while the submissive part of me deeply enjoys this rough treatment, Bryce's continued fondling is pressing into my painfully hard dick and drawing me closer to my third orgasm, yet before I can cum, his hand pulls away and leaves me twitching in need as I sway in his slowly expanding ballsack, yet before I can even think of getting back to my knees, or even jacking off and bringing myself to climax, the mad rocking motions from before start once again!

I am slammed into the rubbery walls of Bryce's nut and assaulted by wave after wave of warm semen, forced to swallow each time he expels whatever breath I'm able to inhale, and choke on the thick wads of spunk that turn my world into a swirling mess of white jizz and hot pink flesh.

As I'm thrown around like a ragdoll and struggling to keep myself curled up into a ball, the walls suddenly tighten around me. I immediately expect to feel those same digits from before caressing me, for them to rub and fondle my body and finally allow me the climax they denied before, but as Bryce's mad jerking continues, I feel nothing but the fleshy walls tightening around me.

As I wallow in confusion and warm sperm, for not only does Bryce's testicle constrict so powerfully that I can't move a single inch, but the cum around me starts to churn, bubble, and become even hotter than it was before! My mind races with panic as I try to figure out what might be happening, but before fear can take hold, a strong pulling motion above my head sucks me into the tight tunnel and shoots me into the bull's sperm duct with frightening force!

Despite the jolt of panic that hits me, the realisation that Bryce is cumming and returning me to the world outside of his body has my arms trying to grip anything they can so that I can stay inside his warm nutsack, but the force at which his churning sperm shoots through his tubes and pushes me out along with every hot wad of cum is far too powerful to resist.

Despite how tightly the trip into his ballsack was, I am forced up through his fleshy tunnel much faster than before! The constricting flesh convulses so quickly that I can't even discern one undulation from the last, and with how hard I am and how violently the walls rub my cock, I find myself orgasming in the very same moment that I'm shot headfirst through the winding pipes inside Bryce's body!

I would scream in passion if I could, but even as I feel myself racing past the bull's hardened prostate, even as I shiver and shake from the powerful climax rendering me mindless to anything but the walls squeezing the life out of me, I can do little but twitch as I'm rocketed through the rest of his urethra and came spewing out the tip of his cock before slamming hard into the rubbery floor!

I gasp out of instinct at feeling the comparatively cool air of his room hit my flesh, but as I'm assaulted by a torrent of steaming hot cum, I can't even push myself from the floor as Bryce unloads an unbelievable amount of sperm onto me with enough force to pin me to the ground!

My eyes roll back into my skull as my orgasm tappers off while the bull bathes me in wave after wave of cum. My body is twitching and I almost feel mindless as I lay beneath the never-ending stream of spunk pouring over me with more than enough force to compete with a waterfall, but as the last pulse of my cock signals the end of my ejaculation, so too do the waves of semen washing over me slow down to a trickle before coming to a complete stop.

Oliver: “…" I lay absolutely motionless, almost lifelessly so as I feel the hot sperm drip from my flesh and pool around me, but as a rush of air washes across my overly sensitive skin, the tingly feeling has my body lurching forward and for me to start throwing up in some of the most gruesome and embarrassing sounds I've ever made.

My lungs are filled with sperm, and as I throw myself onto my hands and knees, my diaphragm contracts and I start retching the sticky liquids that fill my chest. My entire frame trembles and shakes with each lurching motion until the last drop is expelled from my lungs.

I heave and inhale rattled breathes as my arms wobble and threaten to give in. Not only am I surprised by how okay I feel after cotching even more than I did during my college years, it's the sight of the pool of cum around me that is the most surprising. While I am covered from head to toe in the now coagulating semen of a titan, the river of jizz around me is truly unbelievable. I should have expected this with how much was in a single one of Bryce's balls, but as I lean back on my ankles and continue struggling to draw in a proper breath, I'm completely floored by how much spunk surrounds me.

I wheeze and cough while pressing my hands into the pool of cum that's quite laterally thick enough for me to swim through, but once I'm able to draw in a proper breath, I chuckle weakly while whipping the bull's semen from my eyes and mouth before trying to speak.

Oliver: “F-fucking h-hell–" My voice comes out hoarse and broken, but there is a surprising lack of pain even as I continue.

Oliver: “Th-that was am-mazing~" I don't have the strength to raise my head to look at him right now, but I hear the bull chuckle somewhere above me.

Bryce: “Heh, I couldn't agree more~ When ya wriggled 'round my nut like that… God~ I just couldn't stop myself from cummin'~" I finally raise my head to look at him, and with how Bryce is unsteadily crouched on his knees with his cock still weakly throbbing in front of him, I don't doubt that it felt as good for him as it did for me.

Oliver: “I've a-actually never climaxed so many times in such a sh-short period." I mean, David and I had a lot of sex when we first got together, but even then, he never made me cum so close together; It was usually more about his pleasure anyway.

Bryce: “Heh, ya tellin' me yer spent already~?" I chuckle, but as I look down at my cock which hasn't gone flaccid since before I drank that dragon saliva, I shrug playfully.

Oliver: “Actually, I'm probably good to go again." The bull laughs bombastically, loud enough to make me flinch.

Bryce: “Bwahaha! I like yer spirit, but let's clean ya up a bit first, alright?" I'm confused as I watch the bovine get onto his hands and knees, but as he leans down and opens his mouth, I freeze in fear as his long tongue wraps around me and yanks me into his mouth before I can even squeak!

Oliver: “!!!" I scream out in terror as the bull pulls me into his mouth, and as I slide down his tongue and towards the back of his throat, I quite literally see my life flash before my eyes! I lash out and hit whatever I can, but as my feet press into the clenched opening of Bryce's oesophagus where a collection of his saliva and cum now pool, I find myself staring at the intricate folds of his flesh in utter disbelief.

Why is he doing this!? Is he planning on swallowing me whole and alive!? I'm unable to find answers or even try to turn around and climb out of his mouth, for just as quickly as I come to a stop, so too is my world sent upside down!

Without warning, Bryce starts swishing me around his mouth as if I were a gumball! His long and powerful tongue lashes across my flesh, not just lapping the cum from my skin, but bathing me in his warm spit! I scream and fight with all the strength I can muster as I hit his teeth and get pressed into the hard parts of his palate, but nothing can contest the power of Bryce's mouth.

Before my heart can explode as thoughts of being swallowed alive race through my head, I come to rest on the bovine's tongue after only a few seconds, and before I can even think of pushing myself up and crawling out, the bull's cheeks tighten and his tongue curls as he starts forcing me from his lips himself.

I'm spat from Bryce's mouth like a newborn calf spluttering to the floor of a barn, and as I lay in the outstretched palms of the giant and find myself looking up at his smiling face, I can't stop the words that come out of my mouth.

Oliver: “Wh-what the fuck is wrong with you!?" My shouting causes the dumb smile to fall from his lips instantly, and as anger swirls in my chest and heats my breath, his confused expression only proves to make me more furious.

Bryce: “Huh? W-what's the matter? Did I do somethin' wrong??" He looks around nervously as if the answer were going to suddenly appear, and despite how innocent Bryce looks, I can't stop the anger from pouring out of me.

Oliver: “I thought you were going to EAT me!" Tears fly from my eyes as I all but lunge forward to punch him in the face, but as Bryce watches me with a dumbfounded expression, I clench my teeth and try to steady my rattled breath.

Bryce: “F-fuck… Listen–" My eyes fly open and I look at Bryce with all the anger I should have shown David when he broke up with me.

Oliver: “ NO! That was not cool! My heart feels like it's about to explode! You didn't even warn me! I thought I was going to die!" I collapse into the bull's palms and start sobbing violently and without control.

Bryce: “I-I'm so sorry, Oliver. I didn't… I wasn't thinkin' about what I was doin', just… I was only tryna clean ya up…" I scream into my hands and half drown out his words, and as I remain curled up in his palms while wailing at the tops of my lungs, Bryce doesn't try to apologise again.

I'm not sure how long I remain like this, but as my sobbing quiets and I hear the bull sighing, I peer through my clenched fingers and see Bryce looking to the side with the guiltiest of expressions I've ever seen. He catches my gaze and flinches, and despite the tears still pouring down my cheeks, I don't look away.

Bryce: “Look, I'm not gonna eat ya, alright? 'N I'm sorry that I didn't warn ya first, but think about it logically. Eatin' ya wouldn't do much for me, ya know? I mean, I'd probably have ta eat like, ten humans for it ta be a proper meal–" My hands fall from my face, and I'm not sure if I'm about to continue berating him or simply ask Bryce to put me down so that I can leave, but the bull notices my aghast expression before I can do anything.

Bryce: “N-not that I'd ever do somethin' like that! I-I… P-please don't think I'm like those giants from AOG… I'm real sorry, Oliver. If ya want ta leave, then I won't stop ya, just… Please can ya forgive me before ya go? I really didn't mean it…" I'm not sure if it's the earnest tone of his voice, or the part of me that is far too forgiving, but seeing how remorseful Bryce is causes me to feel conflicted, and after a few moments of silence and another rattled sigh, I shake my head and decide to just let this go. He's been nothing but considerate this whole time, one mistake shouldn't ruin the whole night… Right?

Oliver: “F-fine, I believe you, alright? Just… Y-you can't do things like that! I mean, you seem like a gentle giant, so I can't exactly see you hurting anyone on purpose, just… You need to be careful. I mean, we were just talking about giant's eating people…" His expression becomes even guiltier, and for a moment, it almost looks like I might just make him cry.

Oliver: “B-but, I forgive you, okay? How about we try to put this behind us and continue our evening?" The bull sniffles and smiles softly.

Bryce: “Heh, th-thanks, Oliver. I don't deserve yer kindness." He very carefully shifts me to one hand before rubbing his eyes and smiles sadly at me.

Bryce: “I'm real sorry about doin' that, Oliver. I don't know what I was thinkin'. 'N I promise that from now on, I'll tell ya in detail what I'm gonna do ta ya." I wipe the snot and spit from my nose while chackling weakly.

Oliver: “Heh, you don't have to go that far, a simple heads up will do. You know, like: “I'm going to gobble you up with my cock now" is all I ask for~" I try to bring the mood back despite my tears still drying, and with how the bull chuckles, I think I succeed in lightening the mood.

Bryce: “Hehe, ya really liked that, didn't ya?" I try to play it off causally, but I'm sure Bryce can notice how my rattled my voice comes out.

Oliver: “It was better than any of my wettest dreams. Nothing has ever felt so amazing~ Although…" Running a hand across my forearm, I find the skin to be slightly paler than normal, and as I press into my flesh, I find it to be much looser than usual, almost… Rubbery?

Oliver: “My body kinda feels funny, like… Really relaxed. Almost as if my skin is going to start melting from my bones." Looking up at Bryce for an answer, I see his expression shift to a very nervous one for the briefest of seconds before he shakes his head and smiles apologetically.

Bryce: “Th-that's just from the dragon saliva. Don't worry too much about it, yall feel normal by tomorrow." Well, I guess that makes sense. I mean, I should by all rights have drowned on his cum, as even now I can still taste his salty sperm clinging to my throat, and while the rubbery feeling of my skin is freaking me out a bit, it could be explained by how supple the dragon saliva has left my body. I mean, with how wide my mouth opened when I was ingesting his semen, it almost felt like my jaw was about to unhinge.

Oliver: “Sure, if you say so." I shrug it off and trace my hands over my spit-stained belly, realising that it's slightly bloated with the sperm I drank down. I half expected it to be squeezed from me when I was shot out of his urethra, but I guess it was so tight inside his tubes that there wasn't enough room.

The mood has kinda been ruined with my little outburst, and even now, I can tell that Bryce seems unsure of how to continue, but as I look up and meet his sheepish gaze, he grins nervously and seems to try smooth things over again.

Bryce: “So… Ya want a drink or somethin'?" As much as alcohol might help me feel better, I need to do something else first.

Oliver: “Sure, but I really need to piss." I probably shouldn't have bought that large soda on the drive up here, or at least, asked that coyote for a bathroom.

Bryce: “Oh, uhm, sure. There's a toilet small enough for ya ta use at the end of the room, let me take ya there." I'm a little nervous as he picks me up and carries me over to the other side of the room, but as Bryce places me on the floor and nods in reassurance, I try to bury that uneasy feeling I've had since he slurped me up and sloshed me around his mouth.

Bryce: “Go ahead. I'll get us somethin' ta drink in the meantime, so just call out when ya need a lift back!" I feel bad for seeing him try his hardest to smooth things over by acting overly considerate, but I smile all the same.

Oliver: “Heh, I'll gladly take you up on that offer. I'm feeling pretty tired after bouncing around inside your nut." The bull pokes his tongue out at me and winks before stomping towards his kitchenette.

Looking around, I find myself in a small bathroom-like area that's sectioned off with folding screens. It looks like a normal lavatory with a basin, toilet and shower, except there aren't any solid walls or a ceiling; Even the floor is tiled. I wonder if all the rooms in The Beastman Mansion are outfitted with smaller restrooms like this one, or if it's just because Bryce is so huge?

I have no energy to stand, so I sit on the toilet and relieve myself before getting back to my wobbly feet. My whole body feels… Loose. My legs are shaking violently and I can't stand up straight. I'm not sure if it's some after effect of the dragon saliva or that mysterious purple “Cat" potion that Bryce gave me, but with how rubbery my skin feels, I'm not sure I ever want to drink that stuff again. I think some alcohol is just what I need to feel better.

After washing my hands and face, and trying to get as much of his spit out of my hair as possible, I call Bryce back and he carries me to the blue mat before setting me down. It appears like he cleaned the floor while I was busy, and after making himself comfortable, the bull places a familiar looking coin purse next to me and gestures to it. I get onto my knees with a questioning frown, and after untying it, pull out one of the green decanters from within.

Oliver: “What's this?" Holding up what looks like an old-fashioned wine bottle, I scrunch my brows in confusion.

Bryce: “It's called “Harasu", 'n it's very refreshin'!" I'm not so sure about drinking another one of his unknown potions after how those last two have made me feel, but I unscrew the cap and give it a sniff.

Oliver: “Is it alcohol?" The bull snorts and blows a raspberry before giving me an indignant look.

Bryce: “Pshaw! Of course it is! Like I'd offer ya juice after what we just did." I chuckle and after giving the fruity contents one last sniff, nod my appreciation.

Oliver: “Thanks." Taking my first sip, I'm surprised to find that not only does it taste like mountain dew, well, if mountain dew had a bit more of a herby flavour and someone had spiked it with vodka, but it's tangy and just as refreshing as the bull made it out to be.

I sigh after taking a few more gulps and practically feel my body being rejuvenated. Not only does the cum clear from my throat with this drink, but my limbs stop shaking, and that lethargic feeling I've had since I came out his ballsack alleviates as I feel a sense of energy return to me.

Oliver: “Fyewf! That really hit the spot~ I feel a hundred times better!" I gulp down one last mouthful before looking up at the bull with a smile.

Bryce: “Thank the masterminds over at Jikken Industries for it! 'N lucky for me, my kin has a love for it, so I have my own jumbo sized bottle!" He says this while raising said massive bottle and chugging down all its contents in one go!

Bryce: “Bwah! Delicious~" Not that I can disagree with Bryce, as this stuff is rather tasty and thirst quenching, but hearing that it comes from Jikken leaves me a little unsettled…

Since he brought me back from the bathroom, Bryce has had this nervous grin plastered on his face. I'm not sure if he's simply antsy about what happened, if he's just trying to make up for his previous mistake by smiling like a big dumb himbo, as he also keeps flexing his muscles as if to show off for me, or if he's just eager to go again. I mean, his erection hasn't gone down yet, so… Maybe?

I'm snapped from my thoughts as Bryce plonks down another one of those brown sacks next to me. I look at it and then to him with a questioning gaze.

Oliver: “How many of these things do you have? And how the hell can you tell them apart when they don't have labels?" He rolls his eyes for me but pulls out another bottle of harasu from his side and takes a sip.

Bryce: “I use strings ta mark which is which." I feel pretty dumb when I look at the two cloth bags and notice that they have different coloured ropes keeping them closed.

Bryce: “I thought ya were a sharp one~? Where'd those brains of yers go?" He teases with a wink, and despite the blush filling my cheeks, I still scowl.

Oliver: “Hey, give me a break, I just had the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life, my mind is liquid cum at the moment." Despite expecting the bull to laugh at this, Bryce's expression becomes grim for a the briefest of moments before he finally releases a nervous and very unconvincing chuckle.

Bryce: “Heh, I-I'm sure it is, but I'm also sure a bite will do ya some good. Go ahead 'n open it." I snigger while running a hand over the brown cloth.

Oliver: “Ha, purse? More like “Big ol' sack"!" The bull raises an eyebrow and cheekily smirks.

Bryce: “Hey, that's what I call my balls, man! Don't go mixin' them up! One has food 'n the other has… Food~" I laugh and shake my head while untying the rope. Inside I find big bundles of what looks like… Cupcakes wrapped in clingfilm? What the hell is this?

Bryce: “Go ahead. It's a little bit'a paradise from my kin. If there's one thing we know how ta do, it's makin' things that taste good~" I eye off the mysterious bundle and hum in response as I unwrap one of these strange ball shaped pieces of bread. In all honesty, it kinda looks like crumbs he wrapped up.

Oliver: “Heh, I don't think food can taste like paradise, but I'll take your word for it." I proceed to bite into the spongy cake-like ball and my saliva glands instantly start leaking like crazy. A hug glob drips from the side of my mouth as I chew, and I quickly try to cover it and my blush up by pretending to admire the cupcake.

Every bite is amazing~ The bread is soft and tasty like sponge cake, but holds a cinnamon, or perhaps nutmeg-like twinge that adds this delicious bitter kind of flavour to an already palate satisfying texture.

Bryce: “Judgin' from the drool, I'm goin' ta guess yad like ta take back that comment about food not tastin' like paradise~?" As much as I'd like to contest his words, he's not exactly wrong. I've never tasted bread like this.

Oliver: “Y-yeah, it's really good." I sheepishly unwrap another and bite down. Having something solid in my stomach is further helping me to feel better, but even as I move to rub my arms and pinch my flesh, I still find it very stretchy and far paler than what I'm used to. I hope that dragon saliva hasn't affected my circulation or something… Bryce said the effects are temporary, right?

Oliver: “Hey, is this normal? I mean, my skin kinda feels funny, and it looks pale too. Is it from the dragon saliva?" The bull's expression drops for the briefest of seconds, but he quickly puts on a smile and leans down to examine my arm as I pinch it.

Bryce: “Hmm… I don't think that's it. It could be a side effect of the purple phallus extract ya took. It gives the druggy cats all these weird problems, but that only happens after takin' it for years." Well, that's not concerning at all…

Oliver: “Is that what that weird purple stuff you gave me is called?" The bull nods in response and sits up straight.

Bryce: “Yeah. The flower kinda looks like a cock, 'n from what I hear, smells like one too~" Huh, so… A penis shaped flower that makes you crave eating cum? If that isn't the weirdest and most ironic flower in existence, then I don't know what is.

Oliver: “Pfft, really?" Bryce hums and takes a bite of what looks like a gígantas sized portion of the cupcake things I'm eating.

Bryce: “Sure is! Or well… It looks more like a feline dick. Ya know, with the barbs 'n shit? Don't know how people can take that thing up their bums, ouch!" I shake my head and dust off the crumbs from my hands while sighing out.

Bryce: “Ya feelin' better? Yer legs were shakin' somethin' fierce a moment ago." I extent my legs out in front of me alongside my arms and shrug.

Oliver: “Sure. I'm actually feeling exited to get back inside your nuts now that I know what to expect~" Bryce chuckles while cleaning up everything we used, and after I get to my feet and him into a crouching position, I'm slightly surprised to see the bull is still erect. I couldn't see his cock with how we sat next to each other, so I'm surprised he hasn't gone flaccid yet, but as the giant scoops me up and arranges me in his hand, I feel my own loins stir.

Bryce gentle wraps his fingers around my body and positions my head in front of his dick. Huh, it seems like he's going to shove me in face first this time, not that I'm complaining, as I kinda wanted to see how everything was happening last time.

Bryce: “I'm stickin' ya in now, so see ya in a bit, alright~?" I barely get out a laugh before the behemoth shoves my head into his dripping urethra. My mirth turns into a coughing splutter, but as I open my eyes while his dick's lips wrap around my neck, I smile at the feeling of his warm flesh greeting me and feel myself quickly swelling till I'm as hard as the dick he's shoving me into.

Bryce's penis sucks me forward, and in the same motion of him releasing his grip from my body, I'm sucked in all the way over my shoulders and up to my chest! Shit, was that faster than before? I'm not sure if his urethra is just more stretched out than before, or if it's my body that's more relaxed, but that was much easier than the first time.

Another powerful gulp pulls me all the way till the warm folds of his penis wrap around my midsection, and in the same motion of swallowing half of my body in a matter of seconds, Bryce releases his grip from me entirely and leaves me dangling from his urethra like a noodle being slurped up.

The bull's dick undulates and sucks me in again, but my erection hooks around the lips of his cock and stops it from sucking me down further than up to my hips. I moan as my penis bends and can't help but buck into the motion, but with a far more powerful swallow, his piss slit widens like a yawning mouth and wraps around my erection before gulps me all the way up to my knees!

I moan at the feeling of his hot and wet walls rubbing against not just my dick, but at the familiar warmth of his musky tunnel gripping my body so hungrily. This steady pace doesn't last, for as Bryce's cock sucks up my feet with one forceful gulp, not only does my head press into the thinner confines of his urethra, but his dick start undulating and contracting just as madly as it did when ejecting me from his nutsack!

I try to moan as the powerful muscles suck and pull me deeper into his body, but the walls are wrapped so tightly around me that I once again can't move, and before I know it, I find myself passing that warm and hard bulge I expect to be his prostate. Actually, his whole cock feels a lot hotter than before. I don't know if it's because we had a break or what, but I actually feel myself sweating a little. Perhaps it's because his pipes are still lined with residual cum? I don't have time to worry about that, because the bull's dick sucks and yanks me through the same sperm duct he had once ejaculated me from.

My head pops into his testicle with a surprisingly loud squelch, and despite the brief glance I get before the rest of my body is spat out into his oversized gonad, I'm surprised to see how it's already refilled halfway with cum.

I splash into Bryce's warm spunk, and the first thing that hits me is the smell. The musky odour of a virile man is much stronger than before, and that's saying something as it was already so potent that it made me dizzy. I guess it's stronger now because this is a fresh batch of sperm? I wonder how his balls make semen? It's obviously not the same way as most mammals.

The next thing that hits me is how warm his baby batter is. It's so hot that it actually stings my skin. His jizz also seem to be less translucent than before. There are more curdled white clumps that make his cum feel even stickier.

As I get to my knees and try to find my balance, I observe the chamber and find the walls to be pulsating. The fleshy pink colour has changed to a much more vivid shade of red, and unlike how stagnant his cum was when I had first entered his nut, it now appears to be churning. I run my hands through the pool and find the viscous goo to be twirling and bubbling, almost in the same way that water looks right before it starts to boil.

Despite my concerns about how he produced so much sperm in such a short time and why everything in his nut is so different, I start to settle into his testicle as if I were relaxing in a hot tub. The feeling of his fresh load roiling and swirling around me makes it feel as if I were in an actual jacuzzi. I sigh out and enjoy the feeling of his hot spunk sinking into my skin and making me feel even more relaxed, but sadly, this doesn't last long, for Bryce's ball starts bouncing without warning, and unlike before, it goes straight into a mad jolt!

I slam hard into the fleshy walls of his nutsack and lose my breath, barely able to prepare myself as wave after wave of hot jizz splashes over my naked form and covers my once clean body head to toe in salty cum.

Amid the jostling and thrashing of his balls bouncing with each jerk, another new feeling makes itself known. My skin feels increasingly tingly with each wave of cum that washes over me. It kinda feels prickly like how the dragon saliva made my insides feel, and I'm not sure if it's just from how unprepared I was to be suddenly thrown around his nut like a pinball, but I'm feeling even more dizzy than earlier.

I come to a sudden and abrupt halt, and as I push myself from the pool of cum and inhale an ultimately useless breath, another weird feeling greets me. That hunger I felt for his cum returns tenfold, so much so that my stomach actually growls, and before I know it, I'm diving face first into his sticky liquid and sucking down copious amounts of his virile, and overly musky cum.

I take full advantage of not needing to breath and swallow his semen in such a way that it feels like I'm trying to drown myself. Much like how much stronger his sperm smells, the taste is also much more potent than before, and despite feeling painfully full with how much jizz I've swallowed in a short amount of time, I just can't stop myself. I can literally feel my belly expanding as I inhale more cum, but as the walls tighten around me and I feel fingers squeeze down from the outside, I'm unable to continue my ravenous feast.

Bryce is far gentler while fondling his oversized ballsack this time, yet despite his considerate squeezing, his fingers pressing into my belly are still forceful enough to push the cum from me as if he were squeezing juice from a grape. I feel embarrassed by the burst of warm spunk exploding from my lips, and do my best to keep them shut as he continues to jostle his balls, but as soon as Bryce's hand leaves, I find myself sucking up his cum like a starved infant.

I don't know what it is about his cum this time around, but it tastes really good. Like, the more I swallow, and the more euphoric I feel. Perhaps because it's a fresh batch? Or maybe because it's churning inside his nutsack? I don't know why it tastes so amazing or why it's making me feels as good as if I were having my prostate stimulated, but I swallow as much of it as I can.

I moan and wriggle around inside his gonad as pleasure starts to fill me, but as my hands move to fondle my chest and grab my dick, a disturbing feeling causes me to stop. The skin on my chest feels very stretchy, even more so than my arms did earlier, and as I move to trace them across my stomach, my eyes widen in shock as I feel how swollen it is!

I jolt upright into a kneeling position while cradling my belly beneath the churning cum and am unable to believe what it is that I'm seeing! My gut is as large as a pregnant woman's! My hands trace over the rounded orb that is seriously bigger than a basketball, and despite expecting the skin to be firm, it's still disturbingly stretchy. I start to worry that this isn't some side-effect from that purple penis potion and perhaps has been caused by something else, but as Bryce starts wanking again, I'm unable to maintain my focus as I brace myself against each thrashing smack his balls make against one another!

It appears that Bryce is much more into it this time, because with how furiously he's beating off, he's violently throwing me around his nutsack! I cannonball into the fleshy walls and lose my breath each time! I squelch and squish and inhale his hot cum with each slam, so much so that I become so disoriented that I can't even tell which way is up. I start to struggle to hold onto not only my consciousness, but I quickly realise that bracing myself is making things worse, and as soon as I decide to give in, I release that it becomes a lot easier to endure the rough treatment.

My body is feeling increasingly strange with each second that passes and each wave of cum that washes over me, and warmer to the point that it feels like I'm sweating. It starts to feel as if Bryce is trying to churn me up with his hot semen, but there is nothing I could do to stop him even if I had a moment to catch my breath.

I feel like a cocktail that's being mixed by an angry bartender, like I'm stuck inside a demonically possessed washing machine, or maybe trapped on some out-of-control amusement ride that is trying to kill me. I've lost complete control of whether I'm inhaling or ejecting cum, for as soon as I submitted to his mad pace, I became a literal pin ball that bounces around his nutsack.

My skin feels like it's on fire. It's itchy and prickly in a way that it feels as if it's being torn from my bones, and for that matter, this sensation isn't focused on only my skin alone, that weird hollowness I felt earlier is surging through my whole body. I start to worry that something is seriously wrong, yet before I can start freaking out, Bryce's nuts tighten and start constricting so powerfully that not even his frantic wanking from outside makes them bounce anymore.

The mad ride suddenly stops and I'm being crushed by his testicle with so much force that I actually hear my bones creak! And while the cracking sound should be what worries me, the most frightening thing is that the cum I'm completely submerged in is no longer just churning steadily like water before it boils, it's actually bubbling and roiling violently! And with how hot his nuts have become, I start to feel like I'm being cooked alive!

Bryce's oversized testicle contracts again, and before I can worry that he might actually break my ribcage and kill me, I am angrily sucked up into his sperm duct and shot through his pipes with frightening speed! I rocket past his pulsating prostate and shoot through his urethra in under two seconds!

The force of the bovine's ejaculation is far stronger than before, but I somehow land with a much softer thud . The waves of cum that wash over me like a waterfall are actually steaming as I watch the hot spunk shoot out his cock, making me realise that it must have indeed been boiling after all! But… How is that possible? I mean… How am I still alive? Does this have something to do with his mutation? Perhaps one of the potions I took?

I try to escape from his firehose like stream of semen, but the force is so strong that it feels like it's corroding a hole through my chest! I'm forced to lay on the ground and endure the scalding hot waves of sperm as they wash over me and blind me to all else but his musky scent.

As the bull's monolithic cock finally stops ejecting, I finally start coughing in an effort to catch my breath, but no matter how hard I try, not only can't I seem to get up, but I just don't have enough strength to spit out the cum that's filling my lungs. I try to gargle out a response, perhaps to tell the bull I'm worried, but Bryce seems far too distracted by his post climax glow to notice.

I'm very weak. My limbs can't seem to support my weight anymore, and despite the alarm all of these crippling sensations bring me, I feel even better than I did with each of my previous climaxes. I collapse into the pool of cum beneath me with a dumb smile on my face and soak in his juices while relishing in the delight coursing through me. I didn't even cum this time, but I strangely feel even better than any time I've ever been fucked.

My attention snaps upwards as Bryce gets onto his hands and knees and comes down till we are practically face to face.

Bryce: “I'm goin' ta clean my cum off ya now." While I'm glad for the warning, his tone is strangely void of his usually charm; It almost sounds detached. Despite the warning, I still get a fright when the bull opens his mouth and slurps me up from the mat with his cum. He swishes me around his mouth and sucks the jizz from me far more roughly than before.

I wish he could just use a towel or something, as I'm not exactly into feeling his soft tongue wrap around my body, being pressed into his comparatively hard palate, and definitely don't appreciate the possibility that he might accidently swallow me alive. I mean, I didn't even agree to this, but with how full my lungs are with cum, I can do nothing but endure it.

As Bryce sloshes me around like a gumball and sucks the cum from my skin, the first thing I notice is how sensitive my body is. Once I am dripping with spit and cleaned of all that vicious sperm, I find that my skin kinda stings. It's overly sensitive to the point that that slightest touch sends waves of goosebumps across it, but ones that hurt like pins and needles, yet… It also feels strangely nice? I don't know why I'm feeling like this, but I'm extremely happy to be freed from his mouth and spat out into the palm of his hand.

I use all the strength I can to push myself up into a sitting position, and as I slump forward and try once more to cough out the cum in my lungs, I realise my body feels very strange. My sex drive feels like it's been sent into overdrive, but at the same time, I'm so extremely weak that it feels like I spent the whole day being violently fucked.

I weekly wipe the bull's saliva from my eyes, and the first thing I notice is how pale my skin has become. Actually, it's almost translucently white. It honestly looks like cum, almost as if his sperm has stained it, and what's more worrying is how stretchy my it is. The more I look at my discoloured skin, and the more it appears as if it's melting from my bones, and as I run a hand over my thigh, I jolt at how soft and malleable it is!

My gaze shoots up as Bryce once more brings us face to face, and despite the obvious look of horror dawning in my eyes, the bull simply smiles at me while licking his lips and then speaks in a soft and overly husky tone.

Bryce: “I'm gonna gobble ya up with my cock now~" This is the only warning I get before Bryce suddenly slurps me into his mouth! And while the motions are abrupt, I'm frightened more by the force of him sucking me into his mouth. A thundering echo courses through the bull like a shockwave, and with how his neck tenses, the only explanation I can think of is that he just sat down.

I have no idea on how he plans on sucking me into his cock with me in his mouth, and I wish he would have allowed me to tell him how worried I am about how white my skin is becoming, but the bovine left me no chance, and as he twirls me around in his mouth till my head is facing his pursed lips and his tongue is curled around me as if I were the fillings of a taco, I blink in confusion as the bull opens his mouth and allows me to see what's going on.

The first thing I see is that Bryce is indeed sitting down. His legs are stretched out before him, and he is currently hunched over, curling down towards his penis. This is the second thing I see, for as soon as his tapered head pops into his mouth, so too does the gaping urethra draw closer to me. His piss slit is opening and closing like a fish, almost as if it were searching for something to eat, and I don't know why, but the sight deeply unnerves me…

The lips of his penis find me like a predator sinking its fangs into the neck of its prey, and as his urethra locks around my head, it sucks me in with alarming speed! I'm yanked from Bryce's tongue by the hungry lips of his dick and sucked into his pulsing manhood without pause! I slip through the tighter confines of the bull's fleshy tubes and spat back into his nut before I can even properly realise what's happening, and just like last time, I find things inside his ballsack even more different than before.

Firstly, his testicle is filled to the brim with cum. There are no air bubbles this time around and I don't know if it's just me, but it also feels like there is much more space than before. The second thing of note is that his semen is quite literally bubbling and boiling. It's rapidly churning and swirling around me to the point that it's spinning me around as if I were being swept down a river. The texture is also much thicker than last time. It's clumpy like uncured jelly and tacky like tar or honey.

As I swirl in the roiling cum and feel the scalding heat sink into my bones, I question how it is that I'm not dying. My skin is prickly and sore, yes, but if anything, the heat is making me feel unbelievable pleasure. Is this part of his mutation? I'm not sure what's going on, but the worries I once had about my skin becoming whiter dissipate as I embrace the warmth and delight of his cum swimming around me.

Bryce's balls aren't bouncing around this time, instead, I feel a gentle rise and fall. Has the bull decided to suck himself off instead? I won't lie that I'm relieved I won't have to endure being thrown around like a ragdoll, and now that I have a moment to myself to actually enjoy all I'm experiencing, I realise how desperate my need for release is.

It's a lot easier to move around in the boiling cum without them jostling, and without thinking twice about it, I weakly grab onto my cock and start jerking off, but as I do, I find that my penis is just as stretchy as my skin. I tug it and can literally feel it becoming longer and thinner, but at the same time, each stroke feels more pleasurable than the last, so much so that my mind quickly washes over in white pleasure that drowns out all other thoughts.

I've never felt so good from jerking off before, and as my dick continues to stretch longer and longer, so too do I start sucking down wads of his scalding hot cum and relishing in the feeling of his warm liquids making me feel just as hot inside as they do while tingling my skin.

My stomach is quick to swell with cum to the point that my hand brushes against it with each stroke, but at the same time, I realise that my cock has stretched all the way up to my chest, and without even thinking about what I'm doing, or the fear I should be feeling at feeling my body stretch like this, I curl over and wrap my lips around my penis and stove a whole ten centimetres down my throat before my body convulses and I explode in the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life!

I'm not sure if it's from how deformed my body feels, the boiling hot cum churning around me, the motions of bobbing up and down my shaft as I cum into my own throat, or if it's just this whole experience, but every thought washes from my mind and my eyes roll back into my skull as I orgasm. I hump and suck and tremble with each shot of spunk that I empty into my already swollen belly, and I can't even tell the difference between my own cum and that of the bull's, but feeling my cock bulge in my throat is more than enough incentive for my hips to hump harder and for my neck to crane further.

My climax finally starts to taper off, but my hips continue to thrust as the feeling of euphoria has yet to leave me. I'm pretty certain that my cock is all the way inside my stomach at this point, as my chin is pressed into my chest and my balls are quite literally resting against my forehead, and while I should probably be freaking out, questioning how I'm able to bend like this, why my dick is stretched so long, and why my body continues to feel increasingly strange, I'm filled with such bliss that I literally couldn't care less.

I'm not sure how long I stay like this with my lips wrapped around the base of my shaft, my balls resting in my eye sockets, and my arms and legs flopping around as the cum in Bryce's balls continues to bubble and roil, but the churning of his nut juices starts becoming noticeably more active, and without warming, his nut suddenly contracts and starts spasming like mad!

I get no warning other than a moan I feel rumbling through Bryce and the violent squeezing of his ballsack contracting, but I'm sucked through his tubes while curled in a foetal position and shot out of his urethra and straight into the bull's waiting maw even quicker than before! I slam into the roof of his mouth and my cock pulls free from my lips in the same motion that I unfurl, and while there is this fear that the bovine might swallow me by accident, his skilled tongue wraps around me right before I feel the first gulp he makes as he starts swallowing his own cum.

I can do nothing but lay beneath Bryce's pulsating cock as it presses me into his tongue and unloads his sperm down his throat, but as his orgasm ends, the bull doesn't even bother cleaning the sperm from my skin before he spits me out into the palms of his hands.

The first thing that hits me is how incredibly weak I am. I can't move a single inch. It takes all the effort I can to open my eyes as I lay spread eagle in the cupped palms of the bull, but as my gaze locks onto the bovine hovering above me, I instantly wish I had left them closed.

Bryce is looking down at me with a ferocious gleam in his eyes; One I have never seen from him before. He looks like a feral animal preparing to strike, like a monster readying himself for the killing blow. I try to part my lips and speak, but with how stretchy and slimy my entire body is, it quite literally feels as if my lips melt and my mouth parts into a formless hole in my face!

I'm not sure why Bryce is looking at me like I just betrayed his entire species, but my eyes catch sight of my body and my mind reels in horror at the sight! My head is currently lying next to my left shoulder and my arms and legs are stretched and bent into disgusting portions! I look like overcooked spaghetti, like dough spilling out the edges of his palm, and with how translucent my skin has become, I quite literally look like I'm turning into cum!

I try to move, but I can't even wriggle my fingers anymore. It looks like I have no bones left inside my body, and with all the lumps and strange shapes bulging out of my misshapen torso, I can't even identify where my chest ends and where my pelvis begins!

I look up at Bryce in an effort to scream, to berate him for doing this to me, but my jaw detaches and falls limply next to my face! And as I stare up at the bull in utter horror, I quickly realise that he has been planning this all along. All those nervous expressions he made, how uneasy his answers were when I said something wrong, or even when I came too close to understanding his true intentions, they all become clear now that I look up at him.

Bryce raises me to his face and smiles with one of the evilest smirks I have ever seen, and as his hot breath washes over me, the truest and deepest of all fears fill's whatever's left of my chest.

Bryce: “My cock's gonna swallow ya up now. I'm gonna spit ya out into one'a my nuts 'n yer gonna be churned down into cum, 'n once yer nothin' more than sperm swellin' my balls, I'm gonna suck myself off, swallow yer remains, 'n then I'm gonna digest ya." My frightened expression is more than enough to fills his face with a triumphant smirk, and after snorting in amusement and lowering me towards his cock, I barely have a chance to properly wrap my head around the words he just spoke.

Bryce: “Goodbye, Oliver. Thanks for becomin' cock food. I had lots'a fun playin' with ya~ I'm sure yall make a tasty meal once I turn ya into cum~" As the bull's yawning urethra dips into the wads of white cum that used to be my feet and it starts slurping me up and stretching my legs into frightening proportions, I realise far too late that the promise of experiencing cock vore is just what I'm getting. Bryce has been melting me down into cum, and with how I can't even move anymore, I realise that this is the last time that I will ever see the outside world, the last moments in which I can still call myself a human, and the last mistake I will ever make in my life.

Bryce's dick slurps up my body and I feel my form stretching as he sucks me down into his urethra just as quickly as he had expelled me, and as the last sections of my deformed face slide into his yawning slit, the last thing I see is the bull's malicious grin before I'm slurped, twisted, and spat out into his boiling flesh prison.

I slip through his sperm duct like syrup, and as my deformed body twirls around me in the churning cum, my thoughts fill with fear and panic that I can't rightfully express though my flopping limbs. I think my arms have just been ripped off from my body, but I can't tell as all I can see is the bubbling white semen churning around me and the now conflicting feelings of pleasure as my body starts to dissolve and become part of his load.

I have no fight left. No power to stop my body from melting and detaching from me, and despite how this should hurt, how my life should be coming to an end in waves of blood and gore, all I feel right now is delight as I swish around his testicle. My skin tingles, my cock pulses, and my mind washes over in white pleasure as all of who I am churns into cum.

My thoughts quickly become more addled by the second, and I find my cognition slipping from me alongside my sight. It kinda feels like when you try to stay awake after taking a strong sleeping tablet, but pleasurable in a weirdly sexual sorta way.

I feel as more and more of my body is ripped from me and melted into his boiling semen, and even as my head pulls free from what was once my shoulders, I can't seem to focus on the fear so much as the pleasure coursing through me, but one thing is very clear to me as I churn into his load.

As I feel my fleeting thoughts dissolve into his semen, as my boy melts into his boiling cum, as my mind becomes a part of his spunk, and my life turns into nothing more than adding weight to his hefty balls, the last cognisant thought I have before my life is stolen form me is that I wish I was able to reconnect with my family before I left this world…

~\V//~

As I feel the last remnants of Oliver's body melt inside my balls, so too does his timer go off. I chuckle to myself while digging through his clothes, and after having to tear them apart, and with even more effort, I press the button on top and switch it off.

Bryce: “Heh, guess yer times up, little fella~" Fondling my swollen ballsack, I smile while feeling my cum churn and boil within. I love how warm my nuts get when there is someone melting into cum within them, almost as much as I love to see the look of horror on their faces when they finally realise exactly what it is that I have planned for them~

After massaging my swollen gonads for a moment longer, I grunt when I press a little too hard on one. They are very sensitive, and despite how amazing it feels as they continue to fill with semen and burn fiery hot as they melt that little fella into cum, I think it's about time to finish my yearly refill.

The need to ejaculate is so powerful at this point that if I massage my nuts any longer, I won't be able to hold back, but I just love the feeling of having them so swollen that I wish this could last a little longer.

After one last grunt where I almost push myself over the edge, I decide it's time, and after slipping my arms under my thighs, I curl forward and wrap my lips over my tapered tip. As soon as my tongue curls around my throbbing cock and I start bobbing up and down my shaft, I feel my eyes roll back in my skull at the heavenly feeling. I'm barely able to contract my prostate in tandem with my sucking before my ballsack pulls up and a deluge of cum shoots through my dick and gushes out into my mouth!

The force is much stronger than normal, and I almost lose a whole mouthful of cum with the first ejaculation, but after contracting my prostate, gulping down my semen, and then pushing the head of my dick down my gullet, I allow my balls to empty out into me without holding back.

I moan in utter delight as a waterfall of boiling hot jizz pours straight into my belly and fills me with the warmth of my own semen. I continue to bob up and down as I cum, alternating between deepthroating my dick and getting a mouthful of spunk before swallowing it down. During one of these moments where I ejaculate into my maw a particularly hard lump lands on my tongue, and after swishing it around my mouth and playing with what I expect to be whatever remains of Oliver, I swallow it down with the rest of my baby batter.

As the last drop of a very special batch of semen empties out into my slightly distended gut, I pull my shaft from my lips and give it one last kiss before leaning back against the wall and running my hands over the rounded bulge of my once flat belly. I feel the warmth radiating through me as my body starts to absorb Oliver and relish in the warm feeling traveling through every limb and to the very tips of my fingers.

Bryce: “Heh, thanks, little fella~ Yall sustain me for another year. 'N hey, at least ya got ta enjoyed it while it happened, eh~?" I chuckle to myself as I soak in the afterglow flowing through me. I can feel the power pulsing through my veins and reinvigorating me, refuelling my strength, and making me whole.

Sighing out as I trace my hands over my abs and feel my cum swirling inside my gut, I look over at the human's clothes and lick my lips as I taste the remnants of him in my mouth.

Bryce: “I hope the next guy my balls churn into cum will be as taste as ya~"

~\V//~

James: “Hmm… So you say the last time you saw the human, he was wondering around the halls?" I smile mockingly as I wipe down the counter and feign a thoughtful expression.

James: “Well, these things tend to happen from time to time, do they not~?" Listening to the response form the intercom, I chuckle softly and nod along while tucking the cloth into the back of my trousers.

James: “Very well, sir. I will be sure to send someone over to clean up the… Mess. We would not want any of our other clients to get ideas of what truly goes on here, would we~?"

The End…?