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**WARNING: Contains horses, foxes, hyper cock growth and all that. Pretty bland for me, huh? Eighteen plus, unless you aren't into the stuff here. All that stuff.**

My name is Nick, and I have... a little problem.

I'm sure there is not a guy out there that would kill to have a bigger cock. After all, when porn stars frequently whip out trouser snakes that reach twelve inches or more, and all the bitches, twinks and the subs that are impaled on them moan and "enjoy" it so much, it must be awesome to have a bigger package down there, right?

I thought so, once upon a time. That daydream even came true, but it soon escalated to a nightmare.

So, it wasn't until high school, and puberty began to hit everyone that I realized I was maybe a bit on the small side, especially once the stallions, the canines and the felines started into adolescence, and the locker room became a tomb of musk and sex. Nobody cared that I was gay. Heck, I'm sure a good fraction of the class was at least bi, and quickies and mutual masturbation sessions in the locker room weren't that uncommon. Even the coaches and cleaning staff would look the other way to the messes. Boys will be boys and all that.

However, having only a five incher signaled me out, especially once Lan the stallion, a guy who didn't even do sports, quickly grew, almost overnight, a massive 18 inch tool. But he's a horse, what would you expect? But then when the average length of most of the guys grew up from eight to nine to ten, and I was stuck with a dinky dick, the torment and bullying began. Didn't matter that I was a good long distance runner and track athlete, with a nice toned body; the rumor of my smaller "build" but a damper on hopes for a date... just a lot of "friends," and almost none with "benefits." Lan was a very important exception, and we would have many "study sessions" together where many of my problems was drilled deep and hard. He assured me a small cock was nothing to worry about. Of course, he knew that I wouldn't be happy.

Grade 12 couldn't be over quick enough for me, especially when Lan's dick grew past two feet. But on my 18th birthday, everything changed. All thanks to Lan.

I still remember that night...

"Hey buddy, I have something for you," he grinned that night after a particularly rigorous and exhausting study session that left us both sweaty and panting in the stuffy room. My ears perked as he mentioned that, but he reached over for his back pack and took out a large bottle, and tossed it to me. I caught it, and turned it to face me. "RAGING STALLION GYMS AND SUPLLEMENTS" roared back at me on the cover.

"I don't need supplements, this is all natural," I boasted, flexing a well-toned bicep.

"It's not for that, you goof," he chuckled. "Read below that."

Underneath the name of the company was "MALE ENCHANCEMENT" in smaller letter underneath.

I opened my eyes wide, and he sheepishly chuckled. "I hate to say it, but that is my secret."

My eyes went even wider. "What? Ever since Grade 8?"

Lan smiled nervously. "Grade 9, actually. Found my brother's stash, and began sneaking some of those pills. But they are super concentrated... I took only one my first time, and got two inches. It's ridiculously powerful, but they work." As if to prove his point, Lan's member got hard and stood up at its erect state again, and pre began drooling down the long shaft.

I looked back to the bottle, and shrugged. If it really did work, then a few couldn't hurt... I shook two from the bottle, and grabbed my water bottle and swallowed them down. Lan grinned, and began fondling my little guy. Within moments of taking it my dick felt so sensitive that I nearly busted a load again, but the orgasm never came. Instead, as we watched, it appeared that the stallion was slowly molding my dick, as it grew bigger and bigger in his hand.

I was stupefied. Within moments, I already had an average eight inches. That... was amazing! The rush of testosterone that filled my body lead to another round with my horse friend, this time he even let me slip into his backdoor, depositing my load deep inside him.

Lan slipped out of bed after I had came and the knot deflated. Most likely to the washroom or to get a drink. I had faked sleeping, but after he quietly closed the door I quickly reached over to grab the bottle, and dumped out more of the magic pills. I must have grabbed eight or more, and quickly swallowed them with some water. I looked down, and grinned as my cock shot up another inch, then another, and another...

By the time Lan came back, my cock was now 14 inches. He stopped right in his tracks, a frown crossing his face.

"Uhh, how much did you just take?"

I grinned lewdly. "Enough."

By the expression he next took, my cocky expression started to fade. "There was a limit one was to take a day... and that was three, I later found out. And a second dose only after a couple of weeks..."

I shrugged. "What is the worst that can happen?"

The next few days answered that question. For the next two weeks, I gained about an inch a day. At first it was awesome, especially as I finally got some respect for my "late growth spurt" in the locker room. But Lan said nothing, and started to give excuses for not continuing our study sessions. He began ignoring me in the halls and even in class, barely putting up with me if we were grouped together.

But by the start of week two, when I already gained eight inches and was almost always a "chubby," I was starting to get concerned. When I ended up with 30 inches by the end of the second week, most of the locker room was shocked, and intimidated. Soon the teasing started again, but the other way: now my dick was too big.

My pants were now way too small to hold me, and my jock straps and underwear were useless. My balls kept pace, but my sheathe did not: by the fourth week my cock no longer could fit in it again, as I almost always had a permanent hard on, the knot so thick that my two fists together didn't come close to estimating the size.

My family was shocked, and angry, when they finally found out. A call from the school for a mess made in the hall after one sexy, muscular bull walked by, not to mention the stains in all my paints, lead to a confrontation. As the months passed, the anger left, but I started noticing they were hesitant to tell me things, which concerned me.

School ended, and my dick was still growing, but now by an inch a week or month or so. The graduation was an embarrassment, when the long ceremony, my over active libido, my rapidly increasing arousal and my musk filling the auditorium. Let's just say that they needed a few more janitors than usual to clean up the mess. At least it wasn't all mine!

Lan refused to have anything to do with me after school, and I can't blame him. He gave me the power, and I abused it. He did leave me a note in my locker on the last day of school, saying he appreciated our friendship, but he would like it if I never tried to contact him again. I did try at first, but gave up a few days later when he wouldn't pick up his cell phone or answer any IM's.

A couple weeks after the grad, there was a knock at the door. A big, buff brown fur, black mane horse in a black business suit and sunglasses stood at it, and asked for me. I was brought to the door, and he pulled out a thick sheaf of papers, and got me and my family to sign them. Then I was loaded up in a van, and taken away. I realized that my family, my family!, had just sent me away without my knowledge.

And here I am now. I'm now a test subject for the CIMIndustries conglomerate, a group of companies, including Raging Stallion Gyms and Supplements, that spans, apparently, not just the world, but the multiverse. Kinda crazy. All I am now is a guinea pig with a five foot red rocket jutting from my groin, and beach balls in my extended sac that can fill a swimming pool in three orgasms. They tested it, so I know. All I am now is to be poked and prodded, to try to either undo what happened, or, after they realized that wasn't possible, figure out a way to make a profit from it. Not that they aren't nice folks. I have a nice room, and have met a few people with problems similar to mine, such as a few fellows even more endowed than me, a couple that turned into living rubber, and a being composed completely of cum. They sure are fucked up, and enjoy some of the more fucked up fetishes and that. Then again, I'm a fox with a cock that won't stop growing. I do regret taking all those pills, but, c'mon, 5 inches is minuscule. Or, at least now it is.