Bull Master: The Beginning
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I pose to you this question: What would happen if everything in ads came true? Let's find out, shall we.
Remember Bob, the caricature of a man in those Enzyte commercials. Well, have you ever wondered what happened to him once the commercial series was over? Let's go behind the advertising and see where he is now:
"Damn it," Bob declared, slamming the phone on the table. "I gave those assholes three years of my life, downed incalculable numbers of those penile enhancement pills, and acted my way into such a corner that only porno companies are taking my calls; yet they still choose to can me because sales are supposedly slipping. At least I'm able to walk away from this disaster with a small part of my dignity, and an eight inch cock."
Still fuming, Bob decided he needed an outlet for his frustration, which, for Bob, was venting on penile enhancement message boards. Once logged onto his favorite board "Penile Enhancement Methods", Bob noticed that his long time contact Cowgirl69 was online and invited her into a private chat:
EnzyteBob: Cowgirl, how ya doing. My life has hit a new low.
Cowgirl69: You don't say, what happened?
EnzyteBob: EnzyteBob is now plain Bob, as Enzyte has no more use for lowly Bob.
Cowgirl69: Bastards, they don't know what they are losing.
EnzyteBob: That's what I said!
Cowgirl69: And they responded...
EnzyteBob: Bob, we don't need you anymore as the company is moving in a new direction as
penile enhancement sales have flat lined, and our focus groups no longer find you appealing. Yourfired.
Cowgirl69: Harsh!
EnzyteBob: I know.
Cowgirl69: So, what's next for plain Bob?
EnzyteBob: Professionally, I'm lost because I'm typecast now. Personally, I want to continue enhancing my diminutive self but not sure which method to pursue.
Cowgirl69: What about continuing on Enzyte?
EnzyteBob: Hate them! Need I explain.
Cowgirl69: No, have you ever tried pumps?
EnzyteBob: No. Why?
Cowgirl69: Well, I've heard about a product that has garnered great reviews if you don't mind working the entire package.
EnzyteBob: Entire package?
Cowgirl69: Cock and balls!
EnzyteBob: Interesting, send me the information.
Bob and Cowgirl chatted for a while longer finishing with Cowgirl sending a link to PumpToys.com. Bob was greatly intrigued by the Bull Master vacuum cylinder, which claimed:
"Now, you can control your shape as you pump, and put that power right where it belongs. You come out of the tube hanging heavy, but also shaped and contoured, like a bull!"
Bob was hooked; he had always been envious of those virile creatures. Consequently, in Bob's mind, this product was the perfect evolution from the ghastly pills he had been downing for years. He was so amped up that he paid extra for overnight shipping.
The next day the postman had a special package for Bob. Tearing through the packaging, Bob beheld the newest object of his desire to be the biggest man he can be. The acrylic cylinder, to Bob, glowed magically in the light of his kitchen; it's silicone seal beckoning Bob's member like a pair of velvet lips. Bob nearly blew a load in his pants just inspecting the Bull Master cylinder. Needless to say, Bob was undressed and in his bedroom in no time leaving a wake of air behind him. Caught in the wake was a piece of paper from the package Bob assumed was the receipt, which fluttered harmlessly to the ground.
Bob, having no hair but those on his head due to company sponsored electrolysis, had very little prep work to do. All he needed to do was lather his package in lube and place it inside the waiting silicone. Bob's cock tip was nearly in the opening of the tube when doubt started to creep into his mind. Internally raged a brief but fierce war over whether this was right, whether he really needed a superior package over the common man. Once Bob's eyes refocused on the Bull Master though, all doubt dissipated as the intense desire to run with the bulls saturated Bob's brain. Without any further hesitation, Bob massaged his cock and balls past the lip of the Bull Master, which warmed with his body temperature. Bob inhaled deeply and pulled the trigger on his vacuum pump, evacuating the air out of the cylinder.
Ecstasy, pure and uninhibited, tore through Bob's body as the cylinder began simulating the greatest blowjob Bob has ever had. The more air Bob evacuated from the Bull Master, the higher plateaus of pleasure his body reached. A primal force began to pull at his consciousness urging him forward, "More, we want more, fill the cylinder, more, pleasure, more, ecstasy, more, power, more, dominance, mo...." It whispered before darkness took hold.
Bob awoke from the pleasure haze, memories of the night before tickling at the edges of his mind; daring not to move, in fear of scattering those memories forever. Reality, seeping back to the forefront brought with it complications. Complications in the form of abnormalities. Bob could feel that something had indeed changed during last night's events, for his cock and balls felt thick and heavy.
Reaching down to release his package from the cylinder he realized had been left on all night, Bob could feel no signs of the acrylic or silicone. Instead what met Bob's grasp were short, bristly hairs. "Hair, hair, I have no pubic hair!" Bob's mind screamed, "And where the fuck has the damn tube gone!" Bob bolted awake; any pretense of sleep or pleasure a long lost memory, and vaulted out of bed.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Bob screamed in agony, as his now gigantic balls slammed against his leg from the rapid change of position. His knees buckled from the pain, as Bob's upper body toppled back into bed. There he lay for hours waiting for the pain to ebb, and wondering what has happened to his body.
Night fell before Bob formed the resolve to take a full stock of his current condition. Sitting up slowly, fearing a repeat of this morning, Bob's eyes glazed over at the sight of what his package had become. Before him was a ten inch flaccid cock with short black hair along the entire shaft. The foreskin was heavy and leathery. Below that impressive member hung a pair of oranges in a leather sack that hung down to Bob's knees when he rose.
"Holy shit, I'm hung like a real bull. This is certainly unexpected," Bob told himself calmly, trying to quiet his fractured nerves. His stoic moment was broken by an even more basic need. Bob had to pee. After a few experiments, Bob found that the most expedient method to get to the bathroom was to heft his package in his hands so that he could walk without damaging his balls.
Once at the bathroom, Bob carefully lowered his package, aimed his monster cock at the toilet, and released the flow. The feeling of fluid rushing down his eight-inch length was strangely relaxing; causing Bob's mind to wander. Images of women drooling over his cock, and men steeped in penis envy drifted through Bob's mind. These images excited Bob greatly. Blood rushed into his cock; nine, ten, eleven .... sixteen inches inches of turgid cock protruded from Bob's groin leaking pre. The sight of his mammoth member spiked Bob's lust. He reached out with both hands and grasped his cock. Pre flowed like a river, lubricating the entire shaft. Bob worked his hands up and down his length feeling every veined inch from the red flared tip to where it emanated from his groin. Delirious with pleasure, Bob felt his balls rhythmically rise and fall with his strokes preparing to unleash their virile load. Minute after minute flew by as the pressure in Bob's balls grew until critical mass was reached. Bob's balls spasmed viciously, releasing their load and causing his body to be racked in pleasurable pain. Cum tunneled down Bob's cock and exploded out the tip; splattering against the bathroom wall.
The same euphoria from last night washed over Bob. The hairs, previously limited to Bob's groin, began to spread like a wildfire engulfing his entire pelvic zone, and stimulated his tailbone to begin lengthening until in reached a length of four feet.
As Bob came down from his most recent high he could sense things had changed again. He reached behind him, and pulled his new tail into full view of his eyes.
"Awwwwwwwwww shit!"
to be continued...