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He was almost done. Victory and freedom was just at the touch of his lips. All he had to do was finish this one question and he could leave the door and end the misery. Insomnia scribbled down slowly on his paper, letting his mind structure the sentences before putting them onto the blue notebook that kept him rooted in his seat for close to two hours. Moments like these really made him regret going for a major in the sciences, but it always paid off later on. The bearded bull scratched his nose before resuming the writing of his long essay question. Sweat caught itself in his plump beard, making the classroom feel much hotter than it actually was no thanks to his baggy clothing. Fall was setting in, so he was forced to wear another layer under his hooded jacket and jeans just to stay warm while his face had his beard.

But finally, he was reaching the last bit of the question! All he had to do was make his conclusion and he could leave. He furiously wrote on the notebook, the idea of stress free weeks ahead of him greeting him at the finish line. As he wrote down the end of his essay, he could feel the relaxation setting in despite his classmates all around him looking like he did just a few minutes ago. He could tell some of them hadn't studied or were suffering bouts of panic, but he didn't care right now.

"Sweet release..." Insomnia thought to himself as he jotted down the final sentence and took the time to re-read his essay for any inconsistencies or misspelled words. This was probably the easiest part of the exam, no doubt. The bull slumped back into his seat with a smile, slowly scanning his work and letting the balls of stress that had built up in the last two hours unwind and release. He felt his chest slowly rise and demand for more air, the bull taking deeper breaths as the seconds on the clock ticked by. The first layer of clothing began to feel more and more constrictive against his chest and arms, the bull squirming around in place on his seat as he continued reading through the pages he shat out on the notebook.

Deeper breaths gave way to the sounds of light ripping and tearing as his chest began to effectively rip through his insulated clothing. The bull could feel his biceps forcing his sleeves to roll up before they eventually would just rip right through without issue. On the outside, Insomnia was a rather athletically built bull and generally known along a few male students as "that budding, over-hung bull". Several people had asked him to join a sports team, but every time he gave them an almost timid denial that betrayed his rather built size. What some didn't know were some of the bull's "perks" that started to show itself as he finally finished reading his essay. Insom stood up from his chair with a bit of effort no thanks to his slowly swelling torso and legs. He'd dressed baggy not just for the sake of warmth, but to keep himself under wraps just in case he got a bit too "relaxed". Of course, not a lot of baggy clothing helped him hide the monster budding between his legs, but thankfully his other classmates were focused on their essays while he handed his in. After putting the blue book down, he stepped out of the classroom as quickly and quietly as he could before he went down the hall and slumped toward the wall with relief.

"Finally! Frigging hell, who makes several short questions and one long essay with that much time. Felt like I rushed a bit of it..." Insom muttered to himself.

But yes, he was undeniably free. With Thanksgiving around the corner and midterms out of the way, he was free to enjoy himself and get some well deserved R&R. As he rested against the wall to let his mind wander on what to do next, the sounds of ripping cut through his ears again. He glanced down at his baggy clothing, feeling his arms pump and swell, his pectorals ripping and stretching the front of his shirt. He was making dents in his hooded jacket the more his arms began to pump with size. The strength flowed all around Insom, making him snort with mild glee when he looked down at his pants. They were starting to feel just a bit too tight alongside his monster close to running down his pants leg. Before he could fully enjoy it, he was snapped out of his reverie by a voice.

"Yo man, finish midterms? Looks like you're enjoying being on the floor."

Insom looked up to see a classmate from another class. The broad and incredibly built doberman in front of him gave a smirk, arms crossed along his massive chest as he stared down at the bull. Altan had been dressed in an under-armor shirt, pants and nothing else, presumably the rest stuffed into his duffel bag. Insom broke into a forced smile and nodded.

"Y-yeah, something like that, Altan. My brain is just fried, you know?" Insom replied.

Altan nodded before crouching down a bit towards the bull. The doberman was something of an acquaintance of Insom's, but he never really appreciated the guy's...bluntness. Altan had a look on his face that told him that he wanted to know more and if something was wrong. The two looked at each other for a few moments, Insom instinctively inching back the more the massive doberman leaned in. It got to a point where Altan closely brushed the bull's pants leg and raised an eyebrow. A few seconds after, he started to pat down Insom's baggy jacket and pants, bumping into the bull's snaking package before long.

A small smile spread on Altan's face before he retreated and stood back up. Insom never noticed until now how intimidating he could be even when he wasn't trying. He tried to crane his head over Altan's overbearing, mountainous chest before he spoke up again.

"I won't press on since I think I know what's up, but if you want to talk or relax, feel free to come on over." He grunted with a shrug of his shoulders before walking off, presumably to the gym.

After being left alone, Insom slumped against the wall with a frown. He really hated when he locked up like that. Altan was a bit brutish, but he usually meant well. Insom dragged out a sigh before he stood up and stretched his arms and legs. Maybe he needed to take the guy's advice. Some relaxing would do him some good, especially since he could more than afford it now. With that in mind, Insom made his way out of campus, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his arms as he started to leave. The campus was semi-empty with small clusters of people either studying or waiting for their friends to come out of class, which let him enjoy the small bursts and stretches. With every roll of his arms, strength poured through his veins, making his forearms and biceps balloon with size underneath his baggy clothing. The bull couldn't help but sigh in relief, feeling his shoulders broaden and bulk up alongside his chest and torso. The more he started to un-do his mental hoops to keep his growth in check, the more he started to snort rather loudly. Luckily, no one had heard him the first time, but he was almost out of the school building by now.

By the time he'd almost reached the entrance, Insom's baggy clothing slowly started to stretch over his newfound bulk. Truthfully, he hadn't even gotten that much bigger than he usually looked since his jacket and pants looked less like blankets and more like he'd ordered them a size too big. His pants legs were still draped over his sneakers a bit, but it was clear from the slightly bulging hoodie and leg of his pants that he was definitely not small under there. Even his face had changed a bit, his beard growing a bit more unsightly and plump, more fit for a man twice his size than someone who just made six feet and barely through college. Before he could step out of campus and brace himself for the cold, someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hmm?" Insom let out a rather deep grunt, the baritone voice even surprising himself for a moment before he composed himself.

One of his classmates, a rather short (to him at least), yet wide and muscular kangaroo frowned at him. He gave a wave before crossing his arms and grunting. "Hey man, you think you did any good on your exams?"

Insom turned around, looking straight at one of his classmates. The guy's name was Eddie or something like that. He never really talked to him, but the guy looked rather wound up over the test they'd just taken. Insom shrugged his shoulders. "I think so. I wasn't the first to leave, so it's a boost of confidence?" he said hesitantly. "Why, you didn't study?"

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, I did, but I'm thinking this aint for me...Info stays in, but put me in on exams and I just lock up. This is why I like papers and shit..." Eddie grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked over towards Insom for a few moments, gleaming green eyes focused over his face and clothing. "Hey, you look different. You start growing the beard some more?" Eddie asked.

Insom blinked and nodded nervously. "Y-yeah, that's it. Gonna get colder so may as well keep the fuzz." He chuckled deeply. Eddie's bewilderment continued for a few moments. He'd never heard the guy's voice being that deep as well. Insom had a nervous smile plastered on his face before the sound of a rip cut through their awkward silence. Eddie's large ears perked for a moment before he took another look at the bull in front of him.

"You're lookin' a lot...bigger, too? Started working out or am I just blind or some shit?" Eddie grinned, nudging the bull's side with an elbow before adjusting his glasses.

"Haha, thanks man, glad someone's noticing." Insom said quickly, cementing the excuse in his head just in case someone else asked on the way. Before Eddie could keep on pressing for questions, the bull pulled out his phone and looked at the time and pretended to look surprised. He told Eddie that he needed to get somewhere before he was late and the kangaroo let it slide. The two shared a quick goodbye before Insom left the school building, shivering at the bitter cold winds. The jacket and under shirt helped stave away the freezing air, but it wasn't doing that good of a job.

Insom was never one for the cold weather, having come from a much more tropical place. When he shivered a bit, he figured that just letting a bit more loose for more heating wouldn't do much...right? On the way to the train station, Insom slowly felt his pants and jacket become more and more constrictive. If someone had seen him before with his baggy clothing and assumed he was a size too small, he looked close to a size too big for his clothes. He hadn't added any extra inches in height and merely went for width instead. Powerful bovine muscles swelled an bunched up, forcing his hooded jacket to creak in some attempt to cover up his torso. The indent of his chest and biceps were visible by now, his pants slowly trying to keep the poor bull decent. If anything, he had to thank the excess of hair that started to pool up around various parts of his body and his face. His beard now looked like a forest of brown hair that covered his mouth and chin, thus giving him a way to ignore the bitter winds. The extra muscle and the hoodie also provided some insulation, but he looked much too large for his clothes in the first place. When he arrived at the train station and went down the steps, he was forced to cling to the stair handle to keep a balance on him.

Walking upright with small surges of size was one thing, but going down was a completely different mess. It didn't help what with his bulge effectively protruding forward in his now tight looking pants that Insom wanted to keep any sort of bouncing to a minimum in public. Once the bull paid his fare, he attempted to go through the turn stile, an admittedly silly idea when he got to trying. His bulging quads and broad-yet-masculine hips barely allowed him passage through it, and the bull's package continued to nudge against the stile. He frowned, going through the emergency exit into the train station after the staff had opened it up. He got a few looks from them, notably towards his immense size. The bull was nearing seven feet at this point and his hoodie was straining tightly over his bulging torso. By the time Insom had gotten downstairs to wait for the train, he was forced to stand since none of the seats provided could house even a third of him.

There was also the desire to avoid any bit of clothing malfunctions since there were some people waiting along the station and any bit of surprise would attract their attention like hawks. As he waited against one of the steel beams, Insom took a deep breath and sighed once more. He was almost home, and the idea of it had him slightly excited. No matter what bit of embarrassment or looked he'd suffered along the way to get here, he was dying to get a look at himself. Every time he picked up a leg, he could feel the fabric groaning, slowly on the cusp of tearing apart when he flexed his enormous quads and thick glutes. If he had to measure, he was dangerously close to matching the steel beam in width just from his legs and chest size alone. His biceps were just aching to flex out of his hoodie alongside his massive pectorals.

That wasn't just it, either. The few coughs he let out told him that his voice had dropped down a few tones as well. If he tried to speak, he wasn't sure what reaction he'd get out of himself. The last few thoughts caused a powerful throb to emerge from his bulge, the beast slowly snaking and thickening along his leg. Insom took another deep breath and tried to distract himself from the deeply tantalizing chub he was sporting.

_ "Homework, essays, exams, old nuns, that old dude who tried selling me candy when I was little..."_ he repeated in his head.

The mantra seemed to have worked, and right on time, as well. The train soon rolled up into the station, but that was the least of Insom's problems. The train was crowded with people and he could only spy but a few seats that weren't occupied by people around it. When the train doors opened with a ding, Insom stood to the side as everyone flowed out of the train before he attempted to make his way in. Sadly, the bull was forced to slightly crouch no thanks to his abnormal height. Cursing the trains for not going above seven feet height for their entrances, Insom wedged his way into the crowd. His widening legs, broad arms and shoulders were natural forces that let him push away anyone that happened to be near him.

"Sorry, my bad, excuse me please." The enormous bull grumbled and apologized until he finally found three empty seats between several people. Expecting to only take up one or two, Insom was shocked to learn that the train seats weren't as spacious as he thought. Upon sitting down, he found that he took up all three of the seats. The sheer size of his arms and biceps made it unable for him to try and cross them over his equally gargantuan pectorals, his overly developed and meaty legs making him unable to cross his legs either to make space. It was but a miracle that his hoodie was holding on at the rate he was growing.

"Really sorry about this." He said apologetically to the folks beside him. One of them, a poor, frail crow looked up at him with wide eyes. Insom didn't even think he heard his apology. It was clear that the crow was eyeing him up and down, trying to take in his entire existence and how much he took up compared to him. Insom winced a bit, trying not to stare back. He took a focused huff and tried to lean back on his seats, his broad back almost taking up the entire window pane without much effort and almost knocking into the folks next to him. With a grumble, he was forced to sit straight to attention with the bird still ogling him. Insom wasn't even granted the pleasure of looking down. His broad, thick neck didn't give him much range, but bending over brought about the sound of a small tear, making the bull lurch right back like nothing happened.

Insom spared a glance towards the bird who still had eyes on him, seeing him mouth something to the effect of "so huge..." Regardless of his little predicament, Insom's chest swelled at the compliment. He grinned, flaring and bouncing his massive pectorals a bit. The crow's beak went slightly wide at the slight action, the hidden mountains of bull meat bouncing and tensing with their immense heft. Even under the hoodie, one could tell that those mountains were plenty heavy by the way the indent of his nipples pointed downward. The flexing and bouncing continued for a few minutes before the crow's attention was now somewhere else.

The poor bull, even with trying to cross his legs, couldn't hide the idly throbbing monster in his pants. His cock was neatly shoved against his leg by some miracle, but even the pure size of his leg couldn't hide the snaking beast. It pulsed and throbbed against his pant leg as he flexed and bounces his immaculate chest, the crow avidly staring at the bull's package. If the crow couldn't believe it, he would have sworn that the monster was moving more and more downward! Insom smiled before someone had let out a rather firm cough on the semi-crowded train.

Insom ceased his little fun time as the train rolled into his stop. He hadn't even noticed that he'd gotten on the express train. He let out a deep sigh of joy and before the train doors opened, Insom walked near the crow and whispered his number into the avian's ear before stepping off the train with a bit of extra effort, no thanks to his slowly added size from the trip.

After leaving the station, Insom had finally arrived at his apartment, the bull letting out a powerful sigh of relief as he opened the door. He'd left all of his stuff in the pocket of his hoodie which proved to be nothing short of a fighter today. After battling with the door and stepping in from the side, Insom locked the door behind him. Before he even got to his living room, the bull took a deep breath. He let his muscles build up strength, air swelling in his chest before he put his enormous arms together and flexed. The bull could have sworn there was a boom when he did so, the tatter of his jacket falling to the ground and draped around his ludicrously large frame.

His pants had suffered the same treatment. Tears went up and down through his pants leg, allowing his quads and calves to finally breathe and take in all the free space alongside his cock. He effectively ripped what was left of his pants off, smiling to himself as he strode into the living room to take a look at himself. Veins pumped and swelled throughout his body, hair covering his chest like a fine coat as well as his forearms and legs. He had to be well over an extra foot taller than before he entered the train, leaving him at about eight feet tall. The mirror he put in his living room wasn't even adequate enough to take in all of him. The mirror could only get his face and center torso in, Insom grinning as he flexed and flared his chest out. Due to the cold, his nipples were wonderfully hard and stiff as they pointed downwards thanks to the bulk of his pecs. The bull snorted as he tweaked and twisted a brown nub, the stiff teat making him shudder in excitement. They were extra sensitive as well, Insom snorting and grunting pleasurably as his other hand took to the other nipple. He slowly and powerfully tweaked himself in front of the mirror, his cock slowly rising to life along with the rest of him. The weeks upon weeks of stress were slowly leaving his body, inch after inch of pure muscle and bulk being added to him right down to the nipple.

Those already protruding nubs started to pump and swell with a life of their own, the previously cap sized man-teats bloating thicker and longer in his burly fingers. Insom grunted happily, giving his chest a well deserved flex as he felt his nipples swell and swell again. At this point, they were reaching the length of one of his digits and slowly gaining overall width, the areola covering more and more pectoral space as he played with both of them. His cock now stood to attention, lapping right at the bottom of his chest and dribbling pre. He rubbed and groped his chest, reveling in the feeling of his biceps grinding against his triceps while his chest continued bloating in front of him. He was dangerously close to having those mounds brush up against his beard, his shaft pulsing and throbbing angrily.

He took his meat with one burly hand, slowly stroking himself and tugging at the flared head's foreskin with a deep snort. The flow of pre coated his hand in seconds flat, prompting him to shove and thrust against his hand. Whatever space that wasn't occupied by the massive shaft in his hands soon faded. Every pulse and feel of the veins snaking across the surface of his shaft soon got bigger. He could feel inches stacking along that monster, balls swinging slowly with their own increasing load.

The flow of pre continued ever stronger to the point Insom had his own puddle on the ground and it was still getting larger. At near nine feet of massive bull, his cock slowly began to catch up in the thickness department. The weight of his own cock began to catch up as well, forcing him to two-hand the titanic, drooling monster. Shots of pre became large enough that his mirror was coated with the stuff from the middle as it slid down to the bottom. Insom's entire body soon became too large for the mirror to get all of him in the frame. Even without the slick pre covering the reflective surface, Insom could only get a peek of his chest, if that since those hairy, mountainous slabs were now pressed against his muzzle slightly, robbing him of his ability to look down without getting a face full of himself. If anything, it served to turn him on even harder.

The beast in his hands soon began to violently throb and pulse in his grip, pre flowing like a faucet before the onslaught of white soon came forth. His mirror never stood a chance as it was coated in rope after flowing rope of bull cum, the contents spilling over the floor in front of him and the walls. Insom had little hope of controlling the thing, simply letting it spray everywhere as he wished and simply drowning himself in the sensation and his own seed. Those large orbs had forced him to spread his legs even more so considering his massive quads. The almost beach ball sized orbs continued producing more and more bull spunk for what felt like hours to Insom. When it finally ended, he found himself coated from head to toe with cum lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling heavily. Eyes closed, he couldn't feel any bit of extra stress in him. With a snort and a sigh, he also realized he was still raring to go for more as he felt that monster throb and lurch back to attention.

"Hmm, I wonder if Altan or the crow guy is free..." he mumbled to himself.

As if his shaft had a mind of its own, it pulsed once more when the thought of his strong doberman friend came to mind. Pumping himself off was fine and dandy at times, but this urge...it called for a lot more than the mess in front of him. After taking a hot shower and cleaning up the mess (or what he could of it with hot towels), Insom was faced with the struggle of public transport. He figured that Altan must have still been in the gym near their campus since it couldn't have been too long since he left to go home. After taking close to twenty minutes to find some pieces of wardrobe that actually fit him, he set off for the gym. The bull left his apartment dressed in what he'd gone out with before, but on a much larger scale. Insom thanked himself for having the foresight to have bigger clothing when he felt in the mood to grow, but even it didn't do that good of a job of hiding the copious bulges that made up his body. Even the triple extra large sweatpants didn't stop the bull's pride from showing obscenely with his thicker than tree trunk quads displaying against the fabric. Ignoring the fear of being ogled at on the train again, Insom made his way outside.

It didn't take him that long to arrive to the gym, the small, two story building coming into view after he got out of the train station. The massive bull strode up to the doors, squeezing his way through the automatic double doors. Even with the doors out of the way, there was still the problem of his massive chest, lats and butt being in the way. After a bit of corrective pulling back of his chest and butt, he finally made his way in. The clerk in front of the table looked at him oddly before the enormous bull flashed his school ID. They had a partnership with the school that included gym use for students since they didn't have one of their own. Insom made his way to the second floor where the gym equipment was located afterwards.

The place smelled like sweat and pain, just as he expected it out. The bull wasn't too much of a gym guy thanks to his 'little' friend poking its way through his pants whenever he did so. He elected to do some at home lifting, but considering his completely different size, maybe a bit of lifting was in order if he couldn't find Altan. A few minutes of searching and some flexing at a few joggers who couldn't peel their eyes off of him, he'd found the doberman with a towel around his neck as he walked into the men's bathroom and shower. With a smile, he trailed off behind Altan as slow and quiet as he could. With a bit of effort, he squeezed into the doorway and found the doberman going through his locker and peeling off the sweaty workout shirt he had on. With a smirk, Insom crept up behind him, letting his sweatpants covered bulge nudge his back. The doberman let out an unceremonious yip before he turned around, then looked up to see Insom smiling down at him. The doberman looked clearly surprised to see him here more so than the size.

"That's...new." Altan blinked for a few moments, taking the tall drink of water that was his bull friend in. "What are you doing here, and how-"

Altan was interrupted by a broad finger placed on his lips.

"Less talk, more relaxing." Insom grinned. He took Altan by the forearm towards the shower room, making him stuff everything in his locker in a hurry. He'd noticed the massive beast sticking forward in the bull's sweatpants and he couldn't help but squirm a bit. He'd never seen anything that large and that could not have been it considering how much and how large he'd gotten in the few hours they were apart. After ridding themselves of their clothes, Insom and Altan walked into the shower room past the lockers to find that the place was mostly empty save for them. Before Altan could pry any further at Insom's intention, he got a face full of rugged bull beard as he was forced to make out with him roughly. With the difference in height, Insom was forced to lean down slightly just to make it work. With that in mind, Altan was also forced to lean against titanic bull pecs that were shoved on him, the cap thick brown nubs already standing to attention. As Altan roughly mingled with the bull's thick, invading tongue, his fingers wandered around the wide expanse of his chest. He groped, squeezed and slowly massaged that hairy chest before he arrived at each end of those titanic mountains.

Altan let out a muffled grunt as he passionately tweaked and tugged the nipples in his grip. Insom retreated from their kiss with a powerful snort and flared out his chest further against Altan's grabby hands. The doberman ground and pressed his own torso up against the wall of bull meat in front of him, tweaking the stiff man-teats best as he could. He could have sworn that those things were swelling even wider and puffier than normal. And he was right about it once he looked down at what he was grinding at. Insom's chest was massive indeed; he could see the swell of it nudging along his chin, the hot air from his snorts rushing against Altan. But he was right, those nipples were bulging wider. He could barely encircle one in his own hand due to their overall puffiness and width. They looked difficult enough to even encircle in his mouth as he gripped what he could of the wide areolas.

"Like em? Think you'd like em even more up close. Get right up in there, pup..." Insom grunted and snorted. Before Altan knew what was coming, a large hand perched itself on the back of his head before neatly shoving him into the cleft of Insom's hairy and bulging chest. The doberman let out a muffled yip before his arms clung to his chest, using those nipples like support rods as he tried to push back against Insom's hand only to get shoved in further against bulky bull meat. He could feel Altan's tongue starting to lash and grind against the center of his chest, forcing Insom to shudder and snort in delight. With a powerful flare and flex, he gently trapped his canine companions head in there before happily growling out loud. His toes curled against the tiled floor that had become slick with pre. That monster of his had started to swell and pulse, lurching past his legs and even extending past Altan's own. Since the doberman was unable to see, he didn't know why he was forced to spread his legs.

When he was finally released from the depths of the meaty slab in front of him, Altan finally got a look at the force spreading his legs. If he hadn't gasped today, this would have been the first time. The doberman considered himself well hung and rather potent until he'd gotten to know Insom at his usual size. The two were rather neck in neck as to decide who was ultimately bigger, but this made the whole contest a landslide. Foot after foot of bull cock greeted him, his feet feeling incredibly slick as well. None of the shower heads were on, so there was only one explanation for that. His cock rested atop of the bull's own at full mast and he couldn't even compare to it. It had to be at least a foot or two thicker than his own and much longer since he could feel every throb and pulse the beast emitted right near his tail. He couldn't sneak a peek at the large orbs underneath, but Insom let out a deep chuckle once he caught him ogling.

"Hey, if you want an up and close look, here ya go." Insom snorted, puffing out a stream of hot breath down towards Altan.

He found himself grabbed by a pair of arms again and turned around. The doberman quickly got the gist and bent himself over on the tiled floors, ass raised up high. His knees and elbows were coated with the pre that the monster above him had been spitting out since they started and he was about to get a lot more than that. The instant Insom pointed the flared head of his cock against Altan, the doberman was slathered with rope after rope of pre sticking onto his fur. He shuddered and let out a muffled groan before he then felt that massive head just gently grind and spread those muscled cheeks open, revealing the tight ring of muscle behind them. Altan huffed and gently moved himself back against the head, pre simply flowing from that vein lined beast. He was given the sympathy of not going in dry as the bull's pre felt slick and voluminous enough on its own. Soon after, Altan let out a pained howl as the bull spared no mercy and _shoved_his shaft into the doberman. The head was the first to spread that tight ring open, Insom growling heavily at the sensation. Altan's rear tensed and flexed at the sudden company, his fist slamming against the floor in a mix of pain and pleasure. He'd never taken something this big before, and he'd barely even started! The flow of pre already started to make things worse as his insides were becoming coated with the bull's production. Insom shoved foot after foot of himself into the much smaller doberman, his pained howls turning into lustful groans. Altan spread his legs a bit more, his cock throbbing along the floor, drooling pre at the tiled floor as he was slowly filled up like a balloon. He could feel whatever Insom had already dispensed sloshing in him and he was still going strong with forcing more and more of him inside. He shuddered at every powerful throb, the veins even pulsing against his spread ring. After finally making himself comfy, Insom leaned over and let out a snort and a grunt. He then started to thrust powerfully into the doberman, Altan's pained roars reverberating through the room once more.

Every rut and thrust had him over the damn moon as Insom pressed and ground into him like mad, shoving his cock right to the hilt and back out again. The flow of pre had gotten so outrageous that any time the bull leaned back, it just spread out of Altan like a slow going faucet. The pounding continued for what felt like hours to Altan. His formerly chiseled abs had long since been turned into a sloshing reserve for bull seed, and Insom was only barely done. He could hear the massive male huffing and panting as if he was losing steam, but the constant flow of pre only told him otherwise. With one final push, Insom let out a powerful groan. Altan howled in response as he felt that massive beast surge in size. Then the flood came.

Altan couldn't describe it if he could. All he knew was that a white hot pleasure that he never experienced before came rushing into him. Insom gripped the doberman for the sake of support, his second orgasm of the day rocking him down to his knees from the waves of bliss that shot through his massive body. A seemingly endless flow of cum erupted from that bull cock, flooding Altan to the point where Insom was forced to make his way out of him before something happened. When he did, a large flow of bull seed splashed on the ground, coating it in white. Altan's poor rear began to leak, or rather flow the cum that he'd been filled with, his own load splashing against the tiled floor as well. Being underneath Insom, he was given a nice coating of white to his fur as Insom's groans shook the shower room. With such a bigger space to work with, Insom left nothing uncovered as his those orbs produced all they could in that moment, leaving the shower head, the floors and walls and anything under him covered with sticky, musky smelling cum. Altan had no choice but to bare the brunt of it since every bit of his body had given up on him until the mess was over.

And it wouldn't be over for quite some time. Even while Insom's cock had finally lost its erection, that thing was still spilling seed like no tomorrow. He'd laid down on his back next to Altan who had rolled over onto his back as well to get a look at the mess his friend had made. He scanned that floppy bull cock lazily erupting cum on the ground, Insom's bulges and curves covered with the stuff as well. When he sniffed the air, he couldn't help but gently groan and rub his stomach. It wasn't enough that he had to smell the tantalizing stuff, but he was filled to the brim with it and then some, too.

"That...was something." Altan panted, sparing a glance at his giant bull friend. "This happen all the time?"

Insom shook his head as he tried to adjust his cock to spill in a different area. "Nah...just when I'm in need of a vacation." He chuckled deeply. "Hell, it's a miracle we weren't interrupted."

Altan could only shrug his shoulder. Not like he could move, but he was grateful for the same. Maybe it had to do with the smell wafting around. While he adored it, it would have made anyone else run at the first whiff of it. Not one bit of the shower room wasn't covered in white, and if it hadn't, the beast that caused all this would fix that in no time. "My place next time?"

Insom could only smile and give his cock a pat. "You got it. Looks like you could still use some stuffing." He chuckled. Maybe this small break wouldn't be so bad after all.