The Book of Morgan

by Ziel   

Ian and Sean can’t seem to agree on what “thicc” is. Maybe it’s time someone helped put their debate to rest…

“Okay. Okay. Check this dude out. Now this is thicc!” Ian said. He leaned across the cafeteria table and held out his phone so his friends could look.

Sean didn’t even need to look to know what Ian’s type was, but he humored his friend anyway. Sure enough, the dude in the pic was dangerously close to malnourished.

“‘Cindy, this is bones,’” Sean quoted flatly.

“What!? No way! Check out that vicious V!” Ian protested.

“That’s not a V! Those are his hip-bones!” Sean countered.

Morgan chuckled at the two’s antics, but didn’t chime into the conversation. The two guys barely even noticed he was there most of the time, but then again, they didn’t notice most things…

“Why ya gotta be so down on my dudes!” Ian whined.

“I don’t mind your dudes. I just wish you’d stop pretending they have meat on their bones!” Sean protested.

“And you’re the arbiter of all things thicc,” Ian said sarcastically. He even dramatically rolled his eyes for extra emphasis.

“More than you, anyway! You wouldn’t know thicc if it slapped you in the ass!” Sean countered.

“Huh…” Morgan said to himself. Their banter gave him a fun idea…

“What!?” the two embattled bros said in unison. Their eyes now focused intently on their quiet friend.

“Oh. It’s nothing. I just had an interesting thought… but I think I should leave you to your fun,” Morgan replied.

With that, Morgan got up from his seat and strode towards the exit. Sean and Ian could only sit there and watch him leave with a mix of confusion and amusement. Morgan tended to be a bit cryptic. He would enter and leave a conversation whenever he wanted, but he was definitely the kind of guy that Sean and Ian loved to watch leave. Morgan was almost as skinny as the guys Ian was ogling in his photos, but Morgan had some curves to him, and his cute bubbly butt was framed nicely by his tight little shorts. As he strode off towards parts unknown, the two guys sat back and marveled at Morgan’s cute backside.

“I don’t know what you said, but you are so getting hexed,” Ian joked.

“Oh, please. He’s not actually a witch. That’s just a silly rumor,” Sean replied.

“Well, he certainly doesn’t try to beat the allegations,” Ian said. He pantomimed touching a wide brim of a hat in reference to the conical hat that Morgan typically wore.

“He’s committed to the bit,” Sean replied with a shrug.

Morgan was a bit of an odd one. He was quiet but friendly. Sean and Ian couldn’t even recall how they had first met the guy. Morgan had just started hanging around them. He was like a stray cat that decided to adopt a pair of humans, and on the subject of cats, there seemed to be a small army of feral felines that followed Morgan around. He always seemed to have a cat either on his lap or at his heels, and it was rarely the same one. The critters just seemed to gravitate towards him which didn’t help him beat the witch allegations.

There was a moment of silence as the two friends tried to get their minds back on track. Morgan’s abrupt exit had derailed their debate, but now that the heat had dissipated, neither one was particularly interested in picking up where they left off. Eventually, Ian broke the silence.

“Fuuuuck… I don’t want to go to class,” Ian grumbled.

“Then don’t,” Sean said dismissively.

“You know I can’t do that! I’ve missed so many that if I miss any more, I’m gonna get docked a letter grade!” Ian protested.

“Sucks to suck,” Sean replied. He scooped the few bits of trash onto his tray and got up to throw his stuff away.

“I’ll show you sucking!” Ian countered a bit louder than he meant to. His outburst got a few people from nearby tables to glance their way. Ian hunched down in his seat and made himself as small as possible to try and avoid their gazes. Fortunately, most people didn’t care enough about his outburst to focus on him. Their attentions quickly went back to their own conversations.

As Ian sat there in silence, he glanced over at his friend who was now walking across the cafeteria. Something looked off, but Ian couldn’t put his finger on it. Sean looked about the same as he always did. He wore a basic t-shirt and some shorts, but his shorts seemed to grip his thighs more than Ian expected. It must be a new pair or something. Either that, or Ian had never bothered to look as closely before. Whatever the case, it was a good look on him. Sean’s shorts now gripped his thighs making Sean’s typically average build look a bit curvier than Ian was used to.

Sean dumped his trash in the can and then glanced back at his friend who was still sitting at the table. “You gonna come to class, or are you just gonna sit there staring at my ass?” Sean teased.

“I wasn’t looking at your ass!” Ian protested. Once again, his outburst was louder than intended causing a few nearby parties to glance his way. Once more, Ian hunched down and tried to hide from their gazes.

Once the peanut gallery had once more lost interest, Ian scooped up his trash and got up to follow Sean, but as he did so, he realized something strange—his shorts felt tight.

Ian scratched his head. He wore these often, didn’t he? If anything, these were typically loose on him. The soft fabric was designed to stretch, but he had never needed them to. Today, however, they seemed to grip his ass and thighs. They even seemed to accentuate the bulge of his cock and balls making those seem bigger than he recalled.

Ian dumped his trash and hurried after his friend. By this point, Sean had a commanding lead on him. Ian jogged to catch up, and as he did so, he was keenly aware of the jiggling in his pants. His cheeks seemed to bob with each step, and his heavy bait and tackle swayed with each step.

Ian’s body felt weird, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It felt heavier somehow… He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, though. A familiar chime rang out through the courtyard. That was the bell! He only had five minutes to jog across campus! How much time had he wasted during lunch!

Sean perked up upon hearing the chime and looked back over his shoulder. Ian had almost caught up to him… almost.

“Race you to class!” Sean called back over his shoulder.

“You-! Fucker!” Ian sputtered as he watched his pal break into a sprint. Sean had a head start! There’s no way that was fair!

Ian followed suit and broke into a sprint as well. His eyes were transfixed on his friend as he struggled to gain ground, but even as Ian forced himself to run, his eyes kept drifting towards Sean’s lower body. Sean’s ass wiggled with each step. Had his butt always been so big? So round? So supple? Ian couldn’t recall, but as his eyes lingered on his buddy’s jiggling caboose, his own cock began to stir to life in his over-stuffed shorts.

“Shit… I can’t pop wood here…” Ian muttered under his breath. He glanced down at himself and checked out his bulge. His semi was painfully obvious. His huge, chubbed-up cock was almost as thick as his wrist and his two massive, plum-sized stones were looking positively obscene in his shorts. His shorts were stretched so taut that they were basically a second skin. The outline of his huge cock and fat nuts were so clear that he may as well not be wearing anything at all!

Ian felt a little light-headed for a second. Since when was he that hung!? Like, he had a solid foot of fat cock when fully hard. He knew this, and yet, it didn’t seem true! It hadn’t been that big this morning… had it? But it had always been that huge.

Ian could hear his shorts begin to strain. The stitching around his thick thighs was stretched to its breaking point. Why did he think these shorts would be a good idea? Sure, they accentuated his figure, but they were too small! His friends always teased him about his fat ass and huge cock. He should be wearing something more modest, not drawing more attention to it! It’s almost like he wanted to cause a scene!

Ian shook the notion from his mind and focused his energy on catching up to Sean. During his moment of introspection, Sean had managed to gain even more ground. Ian was already sprinting, but he needed to push himself even harder to catch up. He needed to full-on haul ass! And he had A Lot of ass to haul! He could feel his cheeks jiggling with each step.

Ian was gasping for breath as he rounded the corner and made his way up the stairs towards the building that his class was in. His muscles ached, but he refused to show it. He needed to keep pushing. Even though sweat was pouring down his body which just made his clothes feel even tighter on his frame.

The stairs leading to the building was the easy part. There were even more stairs once he got inside! He had to get to the third floor, and he just knew he didn’t have time to take the elevator. It didn’t help that Sean still had a commanding lead.

Ian couldn’t help it. His gaze kept drifting towards Sean’s body. Sean looked so hot. How had he never noticed it before? Sean was definitely his type. A cute, slender build with an impressively fat ass. His lower half looked almost twice as wide as his torso! Sean’s shorts weren’t doing him any favors though… if only he would just hurry up and lose them… the stitches on Sean’s shorts were struggling even harder than Ian’s own. Ian’s shorts were soft and stretchy. They were designed to not only house but to flaunt his curves! Sean’s shorts were stiff khaki. The oversized pockets detracted from the shape of his curvy thighs!

Still… that was a debate for another day. Ian had almost caught up to his pal. The two of them staggered up the last set of stairs and stumbled before hunching over to catch their breath.

“I… totally beat you…” Sean gasped between breaths.

“You… cheated…” Ian countered.

The two spent a moment to catch their breath. They had made it across campus so fast that they went from being in danger of being late to having a few minutes to spare! They needed it, though. They were both winded and soaked with sweat.

“I’m drenched…” Sean grumbled.

“This was your idea…” Ian replied.

They took another beat to catch their breath a bit more before their bitching resumed.

“This shirt is going to feel gross for the entire class,” Ian grumbled.

“Then take it off,” Sean replied.

“Wh—” Ian began. What? Why? The questions swirled in his head. There wouldn’t be any problem with taking off their shirts. Even bare, their upper bodies were far less lewd than their lower halves. Their shorts did not leave anything to the imagination. They both had huge, shapely asses and thick thighs, but their hips and booties were just the tip of the iceberg. Their cocks and balls were massive!

Ian’s shorts strained across his huge cock and balls. Each of his orbs were now closing in on the size of soccer balls. His cock was as thick as his neck. When not contained in his shorts, the beast dangled down to his shins. His cock and balls were so huge and so heavy that they weighed down his shorts to the point that the waistband now rode low on his hips leaving half his ass and the base of his fat cock exposed for all to see, and Sean was in an even worse state.

Sean’s shorts had burst down the sides during their sprint. It was only thanks to his belt that they stayed on at all. His shorts now looked like a khaki-colored loincloth. His huge, thick cock now lolled out his left pant leg, and his heavy nuts hung out the other.

“Fuck it. These hurt too much,” Sean grumbled. He quickly undid his belt and ripped the tattered remnants of his shorts from his body leaving him bare-assed naked from ankles to navel.

Ian took a moment to soak in Sean’s mostly nude form. His thick, shapely thighs highlighted his fat cock and enormous nuts. Either enormous orb was almost as huge as one of his big, bubbly butt cheeks. His sack was every bit as large and as round as his peach of a posterior.

Sean chuckled upon seeing his friend’s expression. “Come on. It’s not like this is the first time you’re seeing it,” he teased as he pulled his shirt off, leaving him clad in nothing but his Keds.

“Right… Yeah…” Ian murmured as he soaked in his friend’s nude form some more. Was Sean always this cute? Ian couldn’t recall. It felt new, but his memories were always of Sean looking this good. His lean, toned chest and flat tummy atop a set of wide hips and a huge ass with a monster dong to boot!

Ian awkwardly peeled his shirt off as he watched his pal stride nude into class. Ian grumbled under his breath. Why did he even bother wearing shorts? No one batted an eye when Sean strode around nude, and Ian was even bigger below the belt than Sean was! It sounded like arbitrary rules to him… Still, he wasn’t sure he was ready to hang brain just yet…

The stitching on the thighs of Ian’s shorts popped even further. There were now large swathes of skin showing on the sides of his legs where the two halves of his shorts had pulled apart. It was a miracle that it held together at all! And yet, it didn’t seem long for this world.

“About time. We were waiting for you,” the professor said as Ian stepped into class. He didn’t seem to mind that indecent state that Ian was in. If anything, he was a little annoyed that Ian had stood in the doorway for so long before coming in.

The professor nodded towards one of the students and gestured for them to come forward. “Sean. Up here!” he said.

Ian began to make his way towards his seat, but before he could make it more than two steps the professor gestured for him to stay. “You stay up here, too,” the professor said.

Ian balked. He gave the professor an incredulous look, but didn’t feel like arguing. He followed instructions and took his position beside Sean at the front of the class.

Ian suddenly felt very exposed. His clothes were hanging on by literal threads. His colossal cock and balls were starting to spill out of his shorts. His dick was so massive that only the head of it was still in the shorts. The rest of it snaked out above his waistband and folded back in on itself like a shrink-wrapped pack of kielbasa.

As Ian stood there and stared out among his classmates, he caught sight of one figure in the back row that made him do a double take. Morgan looked up from his large, leather-bound tome and gave a playful wave. Was he always in this class with them? Ian couldn’t recall, but he felt like he shouldn’t be surprised to see Morgan there.

Morgan flashed a playful smirk and gave a quick flick of his wrist. Ian instantly felt a surge through his body. The waistband of his shorts finally gave up the ghost and his huge, fat cock and balls spilled forth. His nuts hit the ground with a heavy thud. It almost hurt! It was a good thing that his nuts were so huge, otherwise hitting the floor like that may have made his gut cramp up.

Ian felt light-headed. What was with that thought? Was he surprised that his balls were so big? They had been this large for ages. His cock, which now draped over his nuts so far that this tip rested on the floor at his feet, was also something he had had to deal with for ages. His cock and ass were so massive, that he had given up clothes ages ago. Everyone just sort of accepted it as normal. Some part of him realized that that was bizarre, but no one in class even batted an eye.

“Okay, students. We have a special lecture today,” the professor began.

Ian glanced over his shoulder and noticed the name of the class. Human Biology 202—H. When he had signed up, he had thought that the H at the end was silly. Human Biology—Human? How redundant. How had he gotten it wrong? He was one of the hypers that this class focused on!

“How did you talk me into this?” Ian hissed to his pal.

Sean shrugged and smirked. “You know how Carlos took Spanish for a free A? It’s the same thing,” he explained.

Ian was about to think up a retort, but before he could, the professor began his lecture. “Before us, stands two specimens of hypertrophia. An uncommon, but not unheard-of medical condition. Many scientists have studied people like these to determine what it is that makes them susceptible to transformations such as this post-puberty,” the professor droned. Leave it up to an academic to make something like this sound boring.

Ian tried to search his memories. He couldn’t remember when he had gone through his growth spurt. He had been like this at least as long as he had been in college, but that was the best he could figure.

“I shouldn’t have to reintroduce your classmates this late in the semester, but just in case, let me do so now. To my left is Sean. You may notice that, while he is much smaller than our other subject, Ian, Sean’s penis is much too large for use in traditional intercourse,” the professor droned on.

There were some murmurs from the class. Ian could make out bits and pieces.

“I wish mine was that big…”

“How can he even use it…”

“Wouldn’t he pass out when it gets hard?”

After the murmurs died down, the professor spoke up again. “Fortunately, nature always finds a way,” he said and gestured towards Ian.

Sean’s cock was huge. It dangled down to his ankles, but it was maybe half the size of Ian’s own. Ian’s cock was almost as long as he was tall, and it wasn’t even hard… yet.

“As we have discussed in previous sections, men who experience these changes tend to have much wider hips than average. This adaptation is not just for show. In fact, they can stretch even wider to take handle insertions much wider than they are. Ian here has a penis that is much too large for use. Men like him are designated the “bottom” in colloquial terms,” the professor explained.

Ian balked at this. Was that true? It had to be. The professor was saying it, and Ian knew for a fact this lecture was all scientifically sound. Still, it sounded unreal that he could handle a cock as large as Sean’s… even if he wanted it, and he really, Really wanted it!

Ian’s massive cock stirred to life at the mere thought of getting reamed. His head felt fuzzy. His nuts felt heavy. His ass practically begged to be bred.

Ian snapped to attention as he felt a hand slap against his massive, jiggly ass cheek. He looked over to see Sean standing beside him with a lecherous grin on his face. “Don’t worry. I’ll treat you right,” Sean teased.

“Very well. It looks like both participants are ready for today’s demonstration,” the professor said.

Ian had forgotten! How had he forgotten!? It was so rare to find a matched pair like them that the dean had approached them to do a demonstration! Sean was right. This was an easy A, but more than that. Ian had wanted to feel Sean’s cock inside him for ages, and this was the perfect excuse.

Sean sidled up behind Ian and pressed his huge, fat cockhead against Ian’s quivering hole. As the huge rod slid into him, Ian stared down in awe at his own gut as it bulged outwards. Ian rubbed his hands across his bulging belly. It was hard to believe that his friend’s cock was so deep into him, and yet, his body had adjusted to accept it. This didn’t seem possible, but it felt right! Ian was so turned on that he nearly came right then and there, his massive, battering ram of a cock was rock hard in record time and shuddering in anticipation. Pre oozed from the tip of his dick, and with each expectant lurch, a spray of clear, viscous liquid was sent arcing through the air.

Ian watched as the bulge receded. There was a split second where he felt empty inside, but before he could protest, Sean’s thick cock rammed back into him. This time, Sean thrusted deeper, causing his thick thighs to slap against Ian’s huge, pillowy but cheeks and his huge, heavy nuts to slap against Ian’s calves.

Sean thrusted again and again. Each thrust resulted in a reverberate slap as his thighs slapped against Ian’s jiggling butt cheeks. Ian had to brace himself atop his own nuts to keep from falling over.

Had his nuts always been so huge? He couldn’t remember, but he was glad that they were. It seemed right. They served to give him something to brace against as Sean jackhammered his ass with his own huge cock.

Ian literally had a body built for taking cock. Not only could his gut and hole stretch to take something as huge as Sean’s impressive piece, but it felt fantastic to boot! It was as if every inch of him, body and soul, existed for the soul purpose of being bred.

Ian couldn’t focus. His doubts and his questions faded. His eyes rolled back, and he surrendered himself to bliss. He moaned in ecstasy as his gut bulged out with each thrust of his friend’s huge cock. Ian’s own massive meat bucked and lurched in time with Sean’s thrusts, further spraying the room with pre.

Ian’s gut began to swell. At first, he thought it was just Sean plunging his cock in, but it quickly became apparent that something else was at play. His gut didn’t fully deflate as Sean pulled back. If anything, Ian’s tummy seemed to be filling with fluid.

Had Sean cum!? No. Clearly not. Had he done so, there would be so much more. This had to just be pre!

Ian hugged his swelling belly. It felt so warm and so firm, like a water balloon full of hot milk. He wanted more. He needed more. Without even meaning to, Ian cried out, “More!”

Sean smirked and chuckled. He redoubled his effort, he continued to pound his friend’s incredibly huge ass with his own prodigious rod. With each thrust, more pre flooded into Ian’s gut, but soon Sean was reaching his limit.

“I’m gonna…” Sean moaned.

“Don’t stop!” Ian cried.

“I wasn’t… gonna…” Sean moaned between thrusts.

Sean dug his heals in and rammed his cock in deep for one last plunge. He let out of a cry of bliss which was echoed by Ian as the two came in unison. Massive, thick, spurts of cum arced from Ian’s enormous cock. The spray hit the windows on the far side of the room and splattered down on the audience, coating the onlookers with spunk… all except for one, anyway.

As the duo continued to cum and cum again, Ian’s gut grew bigger and bigger. Soon, his belly was the size of a yoga ball, and still it kept growing. Soon, his gut was even larger than his massive set of stones that he was currently propped up on! His belly was soon so large that Ian could no longer wrap his arms around it. He could no longer hug it. All he could do was lie face down atop it and nuzzle his face into the swelling mass. It felt so good! Why did it feel so good? How did it feel so good!? This shouldn’t be physically possible, and yet…

Sean let out a sigh and staggered backwards. His steadily deflating rod pulled out of Ian’s stretched out ass with an audible plop. Jizz seeped out of Ian’s wrecked hole, and yet, despite the leakage, Ian’s gut didn’t seem to be deflating.

“You better not of gotten me pregnant…” Ian murmured playfully.

It was meant to be a joke, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth, than he felt a strange feeling in his head. Was it possible? He didn’t know anymore, but he was in no position to ask. Fortunately, Sean was.

“Is that possible?” Sean asked the professor, but the professor couldn’t answer.

As Ian lay atop his own massive nuts and swollen gut, his gaze fell upon Morgan. The guy didn’t have a drop of jizz on him despite being in the back of the room where the majority of the splash had rained down. As Ian locked eyes with Morgan, he heard Sean ask the question once more.

“Is it possible?” Sean asked.

Morgan shrugged and gave an iffy hand wiggle.

There was a voice in the back of Ian’s mind. Was it Morgan? It didn’t quite sound like him. It sounded more like that inner voice that Ian had. The voice he read books in. The voice that was his but not. Maybe Morgan had done something. Maybe Morgan had gotten the ball rolling, but everything since entering the classroom had been Ian’s own doing.

How was that possible? Had Ian changed reality? That shouldn’t be possible, but he also shouldn’t be able to take a cock the size of a punching bag, and yet here he was.

Ian couldn’t think that hard. He could barely focus on anything other than how good he felt. The afterglow was overpowering. He just wanted to lie there and bask in the blissful feelings in his gut and ass and cock and balls. As he hovered between consciousness and a blissed-out haze, he was vaguely aware of Morgan striding up to him.

Morgan tipped his hat back so that Ian could see the huge, playful grin on his face. “Wow. You’ve really got a knack for this. I never would have thought you’d have such a dirty mind,” he said before turning and making his way towards the exit. Morgan hugged his huge, heavy tome to his chest and hummed a happy tune as his boots splashed down in the standing pool of spunk with each skip.

“You shoulda seen the dude in front of me in class today. His ass was so huge he was like taking up three seats,” Thad commented to his friend while the two of them waited in line at the small off-campus coffee bar.

“Oh! I think I’ve seen him around. His cock is, like, as big as I am!” Pete replied.

“Man, could you imagine having a cock that huge?” Thad said.

“You sound jealous. I always figured you were kinda vanilla,” Pete said.

“Are you kidding? My dick has led me places I wouldn’t even go with a gun,” Thad replied.

“Thing’s got a mind of its own, huh?” Pete said jokingly.

“Oh, absolutely,” Thad said. He began to step forward with the queue but nearly tripped over one of the various cats that seemed to hang around campus. Thad knelt down and gave the kitty a quick scritch behind the ears to which the cat responded by bumping its head into the palm of Thad’s hand and purring loudly.

Pete was a few steps ahead by this point and glanced over his shoulder to see his pal kneeling down and playing with the cat. “You coming?” Pete asked.

“The line will still be there when I’m done,” Thad replied. As he said that, however, the cat perked up like it had heard something interesting and darted off into the crowd.

“I think you scared it off,” Pete teased.

“Naw. It likes me. He just had other places to be,” Thad replied.

“On the subject of boy pussy…” Pete said playfully.

“What?” Thad asked. There was a split second of confusion mixed with panic as his mind tried to parse where exactly Pete was going with this.

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You just implied you’re into some fun stuff, but you won’t tell me what it is?” Pete replied.

“What’s it matter? Besides, we’re not getting into it here,” Thad replied. He gave a nod in the general direction of the crowd surrounding them.

“You think I’m gonna think less of you because you’re into fat hogs? I’ve stopped trying to argue with what my dick finds hot. I’ll be scrolling Twitter and pop wood and be like ‘Okay. we’re into this now,’” Pete said with a laugh.

“Easy for you to say…” Thad grumbled.

“Yes, it is easy for me to say. Like what you like and like that you like it,” Pete replied.

By this point the people in front of them had finished ordering. The duo stepped up to the counter to order. As they did so, they recognized the guy working the counter. They both wondered how they hadn’t noticed him earlier. Sure, the guy was a little on the small side, but his huge hat should have been easily noticeable as they entered the establishment.

“Oh, hey, Morgan. I didn’t know you worked here,” Pete said as he stepped up to the counter.

“Yeah. I’m still new to it,” Morgan replied.

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Pete said.

“Yeah. You already have lots of practice mixing things,” Thad said sarcastically.

Pete was about to admonish his friend. After all, the jokes about Morgan being a witch were just that—jokes, but Morgan beat him to the punch.

“Exactly!” Morgan said with a smile. He then slid a couple of drinks forwards towards the two friends.

“We haven’t even ordered yet,” Pete commented.

“I already heard what you wanted. You weren’t exactly being quiet in line,” Morgan said. He let out a soft chuckle that was both playful and sweet.

Thad and Pete didn’t recall mentioning their order yet, but the drinks smelled amazing, and Morgan seemed like he was being sincere. It didn’t hurt that the guy was super cute, too. Both friends balked for a moment as they took in his cute face. Their cheeks both burned red as the two of them blushed at just how hot the guy was! The wide-brimmed, conical hat was an interesting fashion choice, but somehow, it worked for him.

While Thad and Pete were dazed, the guy working the bar turned to his coworker and said, “the rush has died down. I’m going to take my break now.”

“Yeah, sure,” the coworker commented.

It was at this point that Thad and Pete realized that they hadn’t even paid. “How much for the drinks?” Thad asked the lady behind the counter.

“Hm? Oh. It’s been taken care of already,” she said dismissively.

Thad and Pete exchanged a confused look, but they weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. They took their drinks and began their trek towards their next class. After a few moments and several sips, Pete nudged his friend and flashed him an impish smirk.

“What!?” Thad asked.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” Pete teased.

“No?” That replied.

“Don’t give me that! You just told me you had wild tastes. So, let’s hear them!” Pete pried.

“Why should I bother telling you?” Thad asked.

“Because we’re bros, and you’ve already spilled some of the beans. Why not go whole hog?” Pete teased.

“What more is there to say?” Thad replied dismissively.

“Uh… a lot!?” Pete scoffed. “You can’t fight your dick. You have to learn to work with it!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Thad grumbled.

“I think you know… but maybe not. You don’t seem like you’ve gotten a handle on yours just yet,” Pete replied with a shrug.

“I can handle my cock just fine…” Thad grumbled. He shot a tense glare at his friend. This conversation had taken a weird turn, but Pete didn’t sound like he was trying to be mean… if anything, he sounded like he generally wanted to help, but how could he?

As Thad glanced at his pal, he noticed something odd. The bulge in Pete’s jeans was looking positively obscene. Was that Pete’s cock? The thing snaked down his pant leg almost to his knee! Judging by the outline it had to be as thick as his wrist!

“Uh… man. Why did I even bother wearing these today…” Pete grumbled. He set his drink on a table off to the side and began undoing his belt.

Thad was about to protest, but before he could even get the words out, he thought better of it. Why was he so worried about Pete taking his pants off? Pete so rarely wore them that it was stranger to see him with them than without.

As Thad stared at his friend, he was vaguely aware of the growing strain on his own pants. His bulge was looking almost as obscene as his friends… almost. The main difference was where Pete’s long, slender cock bulged along the inside of his pant leg, Thad’s huge, thick cock and hefty nuts strained against the front of his slacks.

Why was Pete trying to act like they had similar issues. They couldn’t be more different. Pete’s cock was much more easily managed as was evidenced by how it behaved once freed from its denim confines.

“That’s the stuff…” Pete sighed as he let his pork and beans air out. His nuts hung down to his knees. Each enormous orb was bigger than a basketball. They looked almost as big as the decorative pumpkins that adorned the front porch of the coffee bar they had just left.

Pete began to fold his jeans and stuff them into his backpack, but as he did so, his rigid dick strained against the front of his button-up shirt.

Thad did a double take. The head of Pete’s cock was now poking up from beneath Pete’s collar. It was so long that it bumped him in the chin. Was it always that long? More importantly, it had just been snaking down his pant leg. How did it end up going up his shirt!?

“I’m getting to that!” Pete chided playfully. The way Pete was talking made Thad do a mental double-take. It was almost as if Pete was talking to his own cock!

Once his jeans were back in his backpack, Pete started unbuttoning his shirt. His cock tensed beneath the fabric like an alien chestburster struggling to be born.

“It gets so impatient,” Pete said playfully.

“I can see that…” Thad murmured.

Thad silently chastised himself for staring. He had seen Pete’s cock so many times in the past. This wasn’t anything unusual, so why was he staring? Thad knew that part of the reason he was staring was because he was horny as hell, but why was he so horny!? He should be used to this by now!

“You should lose your clothes too. That can’t be comfortable,” Pete said. He nodded towards the immense bulge in Thad’s pants. It was a miracle that his pants were holding back his massive meat at all!

Thad couldn’t recall how he had even gotten the beast in there in the first place. His cock was as long as his legs and as thick as his hips. His nuts didn’t even fit in his slacks. His fly was undone, allowing his massive nuts to spill out, and his enormous cock was similarly exposed. Only the tip was still in his skivvies, but even that was more than his undies could hold. Just the head of his cock was as huge as Pete’s enormous sack! Thad’s cock angled up towards his collar bone before folding back over itself so that the tip could fit back in his briefs. Meanwhile, his huge nuts were spilling out on either side. It was wildly uncomfortable.

“Okay. Fine. I guess I can get rid of the pants,” Thad grumbled.

“And the shirt while you’re at it,” Pete replied.

Thad was about to make some comment about how there was no need to take off his shirt, but before he could do so, he saw something that was so strange that it caused his brain to bluescreen for a second.

Pete was taking a sip from his drink, but at the same time he was putting his shirt into his backpack. The backpack and shirt maneuver required both hands!

Thad’s eyes fell upon Pete’s coffee cup. There was something wrapped around it like a vine. The fleshy looking tendril was almost as thick as Pete’s forearm but far longer. As Thad’s eyes followed the path of the hose-like appendage, he soon realized that it was sticking out from Pete’s crotch!

It was Pete’s cock! … of course it was Pete’s cock. This wasn’t the first time Thad had seen this. Some people have what is called a third leg. Pete has a third arm. His dick was easily four feet long and as dexterous as a monkey’s tail.

Thad was so shocked that he had focused in on Pete’s cock instead of disrobing. A loud, rending sound caught his attention and snapped him back to his own problems. The front of his pants had completely shredded causing his cock and balls to spill the rest of the way out. His massive nuts landed with a thud on the pavement in front of him, and his colossal cock landed with a splat far in front of him.

“Oh, fuck!” Thad murmured as he stared out at his cock. The behemoth was bigger than he was. His nuts were each the size of a prize-winning pumpkin. Their combined size made it so that Thad’s sack was the size of a trendy bean bag sofa. The shaft of his enormous schlong was only slightly longer than he was tall, but the immense chode was as thick as a rodeo bull.

Pete sighed and rolled his eyes. “I keep telling you to stop fighting it! You keep trying to tie it down instead of letting it get some air,” Pete said.

“Easy for you to say. You and your dick actually get along!” Thad countered.

Pete shook his head. “Your cock is you. It wants what you want,” Pete replied.

Thad wanted to snark back, but he couldn’t formulate a decent comeback. All he could do was stare as Pete took his coffee cup back from the tendril he called a cock, knocked back the rest of the warm liquid in one quick swig and chucked it into a nearby trash can. Now that it no longer needed to hold onto Pete’s drink, Pete’s long, slender cock slithered over his shoulders and draped around his neck like a fur bola. The thing looked more like a python than a cock. The shaft was almost as thick as Pete’s own neck, and that was saying nothing of the length. Thad couldn’t even get a good bead on just how long it was. It went from Pete’s crotch, snaked up his torso, draped over his shoulders, drooped down a good foot or so, and then curved back up. The head of it was hovering about eye-level with Pete’s face. It was almost as if Pete had two heads, and both were staring directly at Thad.

Pete chuckled and shook his head. “Well, at least that part of you is honest…” he teased.

“What…?” Thad asked, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth than he realized what Pete was talking about.

Thad’s cock had rapidly stiffened between his thighs. The massive chode was now rock hard. Yet, despite how horny Thad felt and how chubbed-up his enormous cock felt, he could see it bending in front of him.

Thad’s cock didn’t have near the flexibility that Pete’s did. Thad’s enormous cock was just too thick to do loops and curls like Pete’s could, but it was clear by looking at it that it had far more motion than what Thad had expected… which struck him as a very odd thing to think. After all, this was his cock! He had seen it act like this many times in the past. Why would this surprise him?

Maybe surprised wasn’t the right word. Annoyed? That sounded closer to the truth. It was always acting up like this. Sure, hyper guys didn’t cover up around here, but it was still awkward that everyone could see his huge cock and even more so that they could see his dick acting up!

Thad’s cock crawled forward like a slug. The tip of his massive cock bumped up against Pete’s chest as if trying to nuzzle against him. Pete was quick to return the gesture. Thad shuddered as he felt his pal’s arms wrap around the humongous, puffy head of his colossal cock.

“There, there. He’s just being difficult,” Pete said in a cutesy voice as he nuzzled his face against the massive, spongy tip of Thad’s cock.

“Don’t encourage him!” Thad protested.

“He just needs a little love… and I don’t think he’s the only one,” Pete said playfully.

“What’s that supposed to mean!” Thad protested.

“Do you really need me to explain it again?” Pete teased. “Your cock is you. It wants what you want, and I think it wants me.”

“What!? But…!” Thad sputtered.

“It was cute at first, but it’s just getting painful to watch at this point,” Pete said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Thad said with a huff.

“You can not be this dense. Everyone knows you have a crush on me!” Pete cried.

“I don’t…!” Thad tried to protest.

“I know it. Morgan knows it. Those people on the bench over there. I’ve never met them, but they know it,” Pete said.

“Don’t bring them into this!” Thad protested.

“Then just come clean!” Pete countered.

“It’s not that easy…” That murmured.

“And why not?” Pete asked.

“Because… well… I guess… we’re friends? That’s stupid. I know that sounds stupid,” Thad muttered.

“I wouldn’t say stupid. I think I get it. We’ve been friends for a while. When did you stop seeing me as just a friend?” Pete asked.

“I don’t know. It wasn’t like I woke up one day and felt that way, but I have felt this way for a while. I didn’t want to make it weird, though…” Thad said.

“Make it weird? Your dick keeps trying to tackle me like an overactive labrador!” Pete laughed. Even as he said that, Thad’s cockhead was bumping up against the side of his face, smearing his cheek with a thick, viscous layer of pre as it did so.

“There’s a good boy,” Pete said as he hugged Thad’s huge cock to his chest and nuzzled his face against the spongy tissue of Thad’s colossal cock head.

There was a pause—an awkward pause for Thad, but less so for Pete. Pete seemed content to snuggled with Thad’s cock, but Thad’s mind was racing too fast for him to really enjoy it. Pete looked so hot and so cute, and the way he was nuzzling his cock felt fantastic. Thad was hornier and crushing harder than he had ever been in his life!

Finally, Thad managed to break himself from his paralysis and asked, “… So what now?”

“What now, indeed…” Pete replied cryptically. He sounded like he was making a joke, but his tone didn’t seem malicious or even snide. He seemed playful and maybe even a little… flirtatious.

Thad was about to ask for some clarification, but before he could, he saw Pete’s long, slender cock rear up like a cobra preparing to strike. Thad’s question died in his throat as his jaw dropped. He could do nothing but stare in awe as the tip of Pete’s dick pressed against the tip of his own. Thad’s cock gave a lurch of delight and a shudder of bliss rushed up his spine as he felt Pete’s cock pressing against the oversensitive slit of his own enormous glans.

Thad’s arousal and excitement only grew as he felt his slit getting stretched open as Pete’s long, slender cock wriggled its way inside his own. Thad’s cock gave a hard lurch. It bucked so hard that it nearly knocked Pete backwards, but even had Pete not had a firm stance, the fact that his own huge rod was now buried halfway inside Thad’s own made it harder to buck him off.

Thad’s cock felt incredible. The insides of his dick were so sensitive and so full that he felt like he was in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of his life, but he wasn’t cumming! He couldn’t! Pete’s dick filled his cock like a cork in a wine bottle! Thad’s cock bucked and lurched. His huge nuts tensed. Each lurch felt like another orgasm, but he just couldn’t cum!

Thad tried to speak, but all he could do was moan. Nothing he tried to say was even vaguely coherent, but Pete seemed to understand.

“Shh… just enjoy it…” Pete said softly.

Pete stepped forward and began to crawl up and over onto the massive spongy head of Thad’s gigantic cock. Thad tried to watch, but his eyes could barely focus and his brain was shorting out. He was not just caught in the throes of the most amazing orgasm of his life, but everything felt so dreamlike and surreal that even had he not been addled with bliss, he doubted he’d be able to parse what he was seeing and feeling. He could feel Pete’s cock snaking down the length of his own cock. He could feel the long, slender shaft writhing and wriggling deep within him. Pete’s cock was so long that it reached all the way to the base of Thad’s own steer-sized schlong, and yet… there was plenty of hose left that Pete could climb up and onto Thad’s cock and crawl slowly towards Thad’s side.

“How’s that feel?” Pete asked as he sidled up beside his friend.

Pete was trying to play it cool, but it was clear from his flushed face, shuddering body, and the sweat dripping from his brow that he was barely holding it together. No doubt he was almost as close to creaming as Thad was.

“I need… to cum…” Thad managed to croak.

Pete looked like he was about to say something, but an intense shuddered rocked his body before he could do so. A low moan escaped his lips. Thad felt Pete’s cock tense deep within his own. It was as if he could feel Pete’s own need to cream.

“Together…” Thad managed to say.

Pete flashed a huge, toothy smile. It was such a beautiful smile that Thad was, for the briefest flash of a second, so enamored by it that he almost forgot how horny he was… almost.

Pete couldn’t speak, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t act. Seeing the look of pure adoration on Thad’s face was all he needed. He quickly leaned forward and pulled Thad in for a tight embrace. Their lips met. Pete’s tongue slipped past Thad’s lips. Thad tensed for the briefest of moments before surrendering himself to his pal’s kiss.

As their bodies entwined, Pete’s cock rapidly pulled out. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Pete’s cock stopped wriggling and stood completely upright. His long, slender spire of a cock towered over the two lovers and began gushing like a tapped oil derrick. Meanwhile, Thad’s own enormous chode was gushing just as hard if not harder.

Cum sprayed from the two lover’s cocks. Jizz rained down from the towering spire of Pete’s cock while spooge surged outward from the storm-drain-sized slit of Thad’s own bull-sized schlong. They came again and again. Thad’s thick surge flooded the surrounding courtyard and Pete’s torrential downpour drenched the surrounding rooftops. They were both so backed up that they felt like they’d never fully drain their respective enormous nuts, but eventually, their combined torrents tapered off.

Thad slumped back against his enormous nuts. His sack was as wide as a king-sized bed. Either enormous nut was as large as a recliner. His huge cock splayed out in front of him was the size of a rodeo bull. Had he always been this big? Of course he had… at least he had been since his growth spurt, and that was ages ago.

“I don’t think my dick will be able to move for a while…” Thad murmured.

“Let him rest. We don’t have anywhere we need to be for a while, right?” Pete asked.

Thad looked down at his humongous cock. It twitched slightly like a dog having an active dream. Pete was right. They didn’t have anywhere to be.

“Would you stay with me until it wakes up?” Thad asked.

“I thought that was implied?” Pete replied playfully.

“I guess, but I still want to hear you say it,” Thad replied.

Pete didn’t say anything. He just sat there and smirked at his friend. There was something about his smile. It was so endearing that Thad understood completely.

Thad leaned in and rested his head on Pete’s shoulder. He was still too exhausted to think and was feeling too amazing from the afterglow to argue. He just wanted to stay here for a while.

Thad could feel Pete’s arms wrap tightly around him, and then he felt Pete’s long, slender hose of a cock wrap around the two of them like a snake. Again and again, it looped around them, pulling the couple closer together with each loop until the two of them were completely encased up to their ears in cock.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for a while,” Pete said.

Thad chuckled in reply. He nuzzled in closer with his friend, but as he did so, a bit of movement caught his attention. He glanced over towards the treetops and spotted a familiar feline leaping from the foliage onto a nearby roof. The cat had surprisingly avoided getting drenched. Thad watched as the cat made its way across the rooftops to parts unknown. It had a strange almost rhythmic gait to it. Almost as if it was happily skipping away after a job well done…

This wasn’t the first time that the professor had been late, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. It was only five minutes past the bell and there was already That Guy reminding the rest of the class that if the professor wasn’t there by the fifteen-minute mark, they were legally allowed to ditch class for the day. Jeremy, however, wasn’t paying any attention to That Guy. He and his pals were already embroiled in a debate.

“For all the time I spend at the gym, you’d think I’d have anything to show for it!” Jeremy whined.

“You look fine to me,” Charlie said.

“You trying to bulk up?” Victor asked.

“I don’t want to get like, yoked, but I wouldn’t say no to a little meat, you know?” Jeremy said, gesturing to his chest.

“So, you want some tits?” Charlie asked.

“Not tits! Pecs!” Jeremy protested.

“Titties,” Victor teased.

“Tid-dees! With a D! The D is important!” Jeremy corrected.

“The D is very important,” Charlie said playfully. He held up a hand for a fist-bump—a gesture which Victor quickly took him up on.

“Not to sound vain, but… like… I think my ass looks kinda nice.” Jeremy began to explain.

“Agreed,” Charlie said with a whistle. Victor nodded appreciatively as well.

“I just kinda want to round it out with a nice upper body,” Jeremy explained.

“So, tits,” Charlie said with a sage nod.

“Not tits!” Jeremy protested.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” Charlie and Victor chanted.

“Unbelievable!” Jeremy whined. His two friends were continuing their chant which had garnered a few curious glances from the rest of the class, but Jeremy was trying to tune them out.

Jeremy turned to the guy who was sitting at the desk next to his. The guy was seemingly oblivious to the debate that raged at the next table over. He was staring down into a massive, leatherbound tome as if he was cramming for a final. Jeremy leaned over and tapped the guy on the shoulder.

“Hey. Hey. Poll time,” Jeremy said as he repeatedly tapped the guy’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” Morgan said groggily as he looked up from his book.

“We’re having a… uh… debate. A conversation. A dude with a big chest. That’s not tits, right?” Jeremy asked.

Morgan started at him for a moment and tilted his head to the side slightly as if thinking it over. “Do you want it to be tits?” he asked.

“What? I mean. That’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy stammered.

“He wants a fat rack!” Charlie teased.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” Victor chanted.

“Not tits!” Jeremy shouted.

Morgan eyed the guy up and down and nodded. “You’d look good with them,” he said.

“W-what? T-that’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy protested.

“He wants a nice rack to match his fat ass!” Charlie teased.

Morgan eyed Jeremy up and down and then gave a nod of appreciation. “That sounds like a lot of fun!” he said and gave a quick wave of his hand.

“T-that’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy protested again, but before he could complain further—or even really process the weird hand motion Morgan had made—the professor came barreling through the door like a whirlwind.

“Okay, class. We’re already ten minutes behind schedule. Get your books out and be ready to learn. We’ll have to go fast to make up for lost time!” The professor announced to the class.

There were audible grumbles throughout the class as the various friend groups broke from their conversations and returned to their seats to begin the class. Charlie and Victor quickly scurried to their assigned seats, leaving Jeremy alone at his desk with only his textbook for company.

The professor quickly settled into the rhythm of the lecture and rattled off facts and figures while occasionally swapping slides on the projector. Meanwhile, Jeremy tried his best to take notes, but he just wasn’t feeling it. His mind kept drifting back to the conversation from earlier. He went to the gym regularly. He did all the chest-based exercises he could think of! Bench presses, flies, pec decks—you name it, he did it, but still, his chest was as flat as a board.

Jeremy’s hand slipped towards his chest and did a quick pass along where his pecs would be. He wasn’t really sure why he did it. He wasn’t even sure if he was fully aware that he had done it. It was some subconscious tick. It was as if something in the back of his mind needed to check and make sure that he was still flatter than Kansas.

Oddly enough… there was a bit of give as his hand brushed across his chest.

Jeremy balked. His brow furrowed as he tried to parse what he was feeling. His chest had a bit of shape to it, but it didn’t feel like firm muscle. It didn’t feel bad, though…

Jeremy glanced around the room to make sure no one else was watching. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like this warranted further study. Once the coast was clear, he slipped a hand under the lower hem of his shirt and tried to discretely get a feel for the bare skin of his now soft chest.

There was definitely mass there. It felt strange and yet somehow natural. He silently chastised himself. Why was he shocked? He should be used to this by now. Some dudes develop breasts. It happens. Fortunately, his were small. They were barely noticeable. His small bosom fit nicely in the palm of his hand almost as if he was trying to use a fleshy computer mouse.

“Is everything all right?” The professor asked, interrupting the lecture mid-slide to address Jeremy.

Everyone in the class turned to stare at Jeremy as he had a hand up his shirt and squeezing his boob.

“Huh? Oh. Just had an itch…” Jeremy murmured awkwardly.

Jeremy pulled his hand out from under his shirt and tried to play it casual, but it was clear that at least a few of his classmates had seen what he was up to. Victor and Charlie in particular were having a laugh at his expense.

“He can’t keep his hands off of them,” Victor said with a chuckle.

“Can you blame him? If I had a rack like that, I’d be playing with them all day!” Charlie cheered.

Jeremy raised a hand to his mouth to form a partition to block the professor’s line of sight to his lips and hissed across the room to his pals, “They aren’t tits!”

“Whatever, dude,” Charlie said, rolling his eyes dramatically for emphasis.

Jeremy grimaced at his pal’s antics, but for the time being, the heat seemed to be off of him. The professor had returned to the lecture, and Charlie and Victor seemed to be making a passable effort to take notes. Jeremy, however, couldn’t focus on the class. His mind kept drifting towards the supple mounds that pressed against the front of his shirt.

Jeremy fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. He should have worn a bigger shirt. What was he thinking wearing this old thing? It was a miracle he got it on in the first place. His boobs were straining so hard against the front that the screen-printed logo was stretched beyond recognition. Not to mention, the pressure on his chest hurt!

Jeremy glanced around the class. There were a few girls in the class, and they all ran the gamut of gland size. There were a few girls with small bumps, and one or two with an impressive rack, but none of them came close to the sweater puppies that Jeremy was sporting. It didn’t even seem right to call them sweater puppies. These were at minimum sweater pit bulls and rapidly approaching Great Danes.

The fabric of his shirt strained audibly against the weight of his pair of basketball-sized bazongas. Again, he wondered why he thought he could wear this shirt. His rack was far too large for it! He should just take it off before his jugs burst through like the Kool-Aid man!

Jeremy sat there for a moment and pondered it. Should he just take it off and be done with it? Sure, he was a guy, and guys often went shirtless, but he was in the middle of class! How would he explain it to the professor! ‘Oh, yeah. My fat horkers were getting sweaty and needed some air.’ There was no way the professor would go for that.

While Jeremy ran over the situations in his head, he subconsciously shifted in his seat. His thighs felt cramped in the tiny desk, and that wasn’t entirely due to the size of his ass. His fat cock had chubbed up. Something about feeling his huge boobs straining against his shirt got him hot and bothered. His thick dick strained against the fabric of his shorts. The head of his huge cock poked out past the hem of his pant leg.

Jeremy winced. It was starting to hurt. Why had he worn such tight shorts? Why had he worn such a tight shirt? He should have just skipped it and worn nothing at all! Plenty of other guys around here did it. After guys reach a certain size, they just stop caring about clothes. Jeremy had been trying to hide from the truth, but it was obvious to anyone who looked at him that he was definitely a hyper guy… Well… it was obvious that he was hyper, but maybe not so obvious that he was a guy.

Jeremy couldn’t stand it anymore. His tits hurt! This shirt was a terrible fit, and he needed to be rid of it.

Jeremy reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and then groaned audibly as he tugged the garment up and over his head. It was tough to get started, but once the shirt went past his rack, the rest was easy.

Jeremy’s huge tits landed with a reverberating thud against the desktop. His massive man-mammaries were each the size of a watermelon. His rack was so huge that it spilled over the sides of the tiny schoolroom desk.

“Is everything all right back there?” The professor asked.

“Uh… yeah…. Just stretching,” Jeremy replied. He tried his hardest to play it cool, but he felt awkward and exposed, but why? It was common for guys to go topless, and that went double for guys like him who were too huge for clothes to be practical. However, Jeremy felt a little weird that the side of his pant leg had split while he was straining to pull off his t-shirt. He wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“We really need to get you a bigger desk… maintenance was supposed to do that weeks ago…” the professor muttered.

Jeremy could feel his face burning bright red. He knew that he shouldn’t feel embarrassed. There were guys that were just huge. It was natural, and he couldn’t help it. The school was supposed to take steps to accommodate students like him, but that didn’t stop it from feeling silly and a bit embarrassing that he was too large for the standard desks.

It wasn’t just his huge tits. His thighs too were too wide for the standard seats, and his huge cock was so fat that folding the desktop over squished down on his dick. It was only thanks to the weight of his enormous tits that the desktop was able to stay closed, but that, of course, meant that there was no available desk space for him to actually use. Honestly, he was better off not using the desk at all.

“Uh… if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just stand,” Jeremy said.

“Very well,” the professor replied and gestured to a spot at the front of the room next to the podium.

Jeremy glanced around the room. Was there really nowhere else? Not really… the back row of desks were nearly flush with the wall, and the aisles between desks were so narrow that Jeremy’s voluptuous girth tended to smack into the other students whenever he tried to make his way up and down the aisles. Honestly, it was silly that it had taken him this long into the semester to give up on the desk altogether. He should have just started standing the very first day of class when he realized he was too wide for the aisles, let alone the seats!

As Jeremy got up from his seat, the fabric of his over-stuffed shorts caught on the hinge of the folding desktop causing the garment to pull away from his body as he stood. A loud, rending noise split the air as his pants were torn clean from his body leaving him completely nude from ankles to ears.

Jeremy glanced down at his nude form, but all he could see was his tits. His rack was so huge that it filled his entire field of view, but even though his pumpkin-sized boulders blocked his line of sight, he had checked himself out in the mirror plenty of times in the past. He knew what he looked like. He knew he had shapely hips and a big, round, full moon of an ass. He knew that his massive nuts, which were every bit as big as his boobs, now hung down past his knees. He knew that his fat cock, which was almost as big around as his midriff, draped over his massive nuts and dangled towards his ankles—or at least it would if he wasn’t sporting a semi!

Jeremy had to shimmy sideways up the aisle to reach the front of the room. His big, bubbly butt bumped against students on one side and his humongous tits and gigantic, semi-boned cock slapped against students on the other. Jeremy felt a bit embarrassed, but no one seemed to be actively trying to get out of the way. They were all used to this by now.

Eventually, Jeremy reached the front of the class and took his spot next to the podium. The professor gave him a nod and then returned to droning on about whatever topic they were trying to cover today, but Jeremy couldn’t focus. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was standing bare-assed naked in front of the entire class! He shouldn’t feel weird about this! He was pretty much always naked! He was too big for clothes! Yet, despite the knowledge that this should be normal for him, he was leaking like a sieve from multiple spots. His rock-hard cock was of course leaking pre, but his massive milkers also had a steady stream!

Jeremy was so hot and bothered that he wasn’t thinking clearly. All he could think of was how good he felt. His tits in particular were incredibly sensitive. It was as if his nips had the same sensitivity his cock did after an intense climax. The way that milk flowed from them felt a lot like how his softening cock felt as post-climax cum oozed out the tip.

As he stood there basking in the blissful sensations coursing through his cock and tits, a thought crept into his head. What did his milk taste like? Had he really never tried to drink from the tap? How long had it been since they had first developed? Surely, he had to have taken a sip at some point in the past! But he couldn’t recall…

He needed to remedy this.

Jeremy reached down and gripped one of his fat nips in his hand. The swollen nipple was so huge that it was like trying to grip a coke can except that his nip was soft and squishy instead of cold and hard.

A shudder of bliss ran up his spine as he clenched his fist around his nip. His cock gave a lurch of delight causing a spray of pre to arc out over the classroom.

Why did it feel so good? Had it always felt so good? Surely, he must have done this before, right!? There’s no way he’d gone this long without trying to milk his own teat! Still, the novelty of the situation aside, Jeremy needed to know how it tasted.

Jeremy wrapped a hand around each thick, swollen nip. A shudder of arousal coursed through his body as his hands clenched down. His nips were so incredibly sensitive, it was almost as if he was stroking two thick cocks! His nips were so fat that they were as thick as coke cans and nearly as long, but they were far, far softer. The supple, squishy flesh of his nipples felt fantastic in his hands.

As he gave his nips an experimental tug, his cock gave a hard lurch of delight. Pre sprayed from the tip of his fully-boned cock and a thick spurt of warm milk erupted from his teats. The pleasure was nearly overpowering. His entire body shuddered. His head felt fuzzy. His legs felt like rubber. He nearly collapsed right then and there! But he managed to hold it together.

Jeremy took a moment to steady his breathing. He had nearly creamed himself right in front of the class. There were a few of his classmates who were eyeing him intently. They seemed to be enjoying what they saw, but for the most part, his classmates didn’t seem too surprised by his erotic display, and why would they? They had seen this plenty of times before. Guys like him couldn’t help themselves. His huge, fat nuts were constantly churning out spunk. His gigantic, heavy tits were constantly pumping out milk. He had to drain it constantly to keep ahead of it.

Jeremy’s head felt fuzzy, but this time it wasn’t the intensity of his arousal or the haze of hormones. How many times had he done this? It had to be several at this point… and yet… he couldn’t recall what his own milk tasted like. There was no way he had gone this long without trying it out, and yet… the memories just weren’t there.

Jeremy couldn’t generate the brain power to ponder it too hard. He was just too horny, and it wasn’t like it was a problem that couldn’t be solved with a little hard work and dedication.

Jeremy stared down at his huge tits. Either massive mammary was easily the sized of a yoga ball. There was no way he could easily reach his nips to his lips to suck straight from the tap. His tits were just way too large for that, and the thick, spherical shape didn’t lend itself to being able to fold back on itself like he could do with his cock. Still, even though he couldn’t drink straight from the tap, he wasn’t without his tricks.

Jeremy let go of one of his nips. He cupped a hand in front of his tit and gripped his fat nip in his other hand. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped and squeezed and stroked. He was spurting milk almost the second his hand touched the sensitive flesh of his over-stimulated nipple. By the time he began stroking in earnest he was spraying like a firehose.

He grabbed a handful of the warm, thick liquid as best he could. He lifted his cupped palm to his mouth and took a deep drink. It tasted fantastic. It was warm and creamy with just a hint of sweetness. Did girl’s milk taste this good? He couldn’t tell. He hadn’t drunk any since he was an infant, and even then, it may just have been formula.

Jeremy finished his handful of milk and let out a contented sigh. Somehow, drinking his own blend just made him even hornier than before. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, and his nips were even more sensitive than they had been just moments before. He needed more. He needed relief both from his tits and his nuts, and he had just the idea of how to handle both.

He once more reached down and gripped his fat nips. Milk sprayed from his tits as he did so, but he powered through it and didn’t surrender to bliss… not yet anyway.

He pulled his tits aside, giving enough space between his huge horkers to allow his massive, thick rod to stand at its full upright and locked position directly between his two dirty pillows.

Jeremy stared in awe. His cock was so huge that it was almost as thick as his waist. The tip of his dick now stood at eye level. When had it gotten so huge?

Even as the question rattled around in his head, he knew how silly it was. It had been that way for ages… and yet… if it was so huge and his tits were so fat, why hadn’t he done this yet?

Whatever the case, there was no time like the present. Jeremy wanted desperately to feel his own fat cock smothered between his two huge tits. Jeremy grabbed a huge handful of supple flesh and mashed his heavy tits together. The warm, soft, supple flesh pressed down around his thick, rigid shaft.

His tits were so huge that they more than filled his hands. They more than filled his arms! The combined mass of his enormous rack was the size of a bean bag couch! He had to use the entirety of his arms just to move the immense mass of his enormous tits up and down along his massive cock.

Jeremy’s entire body shuddered. His dick bucked and lurched with each stroke of his tits along his rigid shaft. It felt so fantastic that he wanted to make it last as long as possible, but he was already drenched, and it wasn’t just sweat. Pre was flowing freely from the tip of his cock like water from a faucet. Milk was spraying from his tits with each stroke and squeeze. There was a standing pool of fluid in the classroom easily up to his ankles of just pre and milk! And yet, things were about to get much messier.

Jeremy moaned and writhed in ecstasy as he put on his lewd show for the entire class. Was the professor still teaching? Or had class been completely put on hold so everyone could soak up Jeremy’s erotic display. Jeremy didn’t know nor could he spare the brainpower to care. All he knew was he was horny as hell and felt like he could blow at any second. He struggled to keep his load down, but his cock felt so fantastic that it was taking every ounce of his willpower to keep from blasting rope all over the desks. This, coupled with his orgasmic sensation of milk erupting from his nipples left him barely hanging on. His whole body trembled. His cock bucked and lurched. His puffed-up cockhead flared further with each lurch.

Jeremy knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He staggered back and braced himself against the whiteboard. As he did so, a bright light flashed directly in his face. He was now directly in the path of the projector. If he wasn’t the main attraction already, he sure was now. Anyone trying to take notes now had to contend with Jeremy’s big, buxom body blocking the slides.

Jeremy’s body shuddered. His muscles flexed. His nuts tensed. His cock gave one last, hard lurch, and then the shooting began. A huge, thick spurt of cum erupted from his cock like steam from a geyser. He came, again and again. Cum spewed forth from his cock. Milk spewed forth from his tits. All the while, Jeremy was so overloaded with orgasmic bliss that he couldn’t even form a coherent thought. It felt so good. Why did it feel so good? Had it always felt this good? Was this his life now? Cumming from a cock the size of a battering ram and spraying from two coke-can-sized nips with each climax? This was heaven!

All good things come to an end, however, and eventually, even Jeremy’s pumpkin-sized stones had been drained of spunk. Even his tits felt raw from being so thoroughly tapped. His cock gave a few last spurts of cum before it began to steadily droop and soften.

Jeremy’s energy was completely spent. He no longer had the strength to remain upright. His slowly slid down the wall until his bare booty splashed down in the puddle of milk and spunk.

Everything felt so weird. He felt so fantastic that it didn’t seem possible. He was sure he had cum many times in the past, but he didn’t remember the afterglow being so overpowering. He could barely even remember his own name. All he really knew was that he felt fantastic. The last bits of cum seeped out the tip of his softening cock. Milk dribbled from his thick nips. His whole body felt so sensitive that even the air from the AC tickled him like feathers.

As Jeremy sat there at the front of class, he slowly became aware of movement from the seats. Was class over already? How long had he been jerking it? How long had he been passed out? He couldn’t tell. Time made no sense to him. He wasn’t even sure if anything around him was real or not. The figures moving around him seemed fuzzy and distant. He could sort of make out the sound of his friend’s bickering, but his brain was so addled from the orgasm and the afterglow that they felt like they were miles away.

There was one voice that cut through the fog.

Jeremy looked up and noticed that despite how hazy everything looked and felt, he could see one figure clear as day. The guy’s wide-brimmed, conical hat, short jacket, and shorter shorts made for quite the alluring silhouette.

The figure stepped forward and knelt down beside Jeremy. There was a huge, pleasant grin on his face. He was so cute that Jeremy’s dick began to stir to life once more. Blood rushed to Jeremy’s face causing his already flushed cheeks to turn another shade redder.

“You were right. That was a lot of fun!” Morgan cheered.

Jeremy muttered something unintelligible in reply. Even had he had the strength to muster a coherent response, he didn’t have the brain power. He felt like he was drifting between dreams. He couldn’t quite piece together his memories. All he really knew was that this body was his.

A goofy smirk played at the corner of Jeremy’s lips. His massive nuts filled his lap. His huge, soft cock draped over his nuts and laid along the floor in front of him. His massive, heavy tits rested solidly on top of his oversized bait and tackle. It felt so good being huge.

He could get used to this… not that he needed to get used to it. After all, he had always been this way.

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