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Part 1

Tuesday Night

“Hey Marcus,” my roommate, Erik, calls out as he walks through the door into our tiny dorm room. I jump a little and internally groan in frustration, as I sit upright on my bed. I’ve been horny and pent up for the last few weeks, while my girlfriend had been busy. I finally got desperate enough to jack off, and just as I was about to get started, Erik has to come home and interrupt. I turned off the screen to my phone, and try to make it seem like I wasn’t about to rub one out.

“Hey Erik. How was the gym?”

“Pretty quiet tonight. Got through everything without really having to wait for anything. I’m gonna go grab a shower real quick though. I reek.” I watch as Erik drops his gym bag on the floor. I’ve always been jealous of Erik and how easily he seemed to put on muscle. I’m nearly 6’3”, but have never been able to put any muscle on my frame. Meanwhile Erik barely seems to try and he ends up built like a professional body builder. He had women fawning all over him for it, but he was gay, though I imagine he has the guys fawning over him as well.

“Okay man, cool.” In my head I think, that maybe I’ll have a few minutes and maybe I can rub out a quick load before he gets back. I try to look like I’m paying attention to whatever crappy movie I had on the TV while I hear Erik gathering his shower gear and heading out the door to the common showers down the hall.

I grab my phone as soon as he’s out the door, reopening it to the porn websites I had up before. I begin scrolling through videos, my hand sliding down to my cock. I pull down the front of my shorts and boxers, letting my pale 9 inch cock spring free, already half hard. Putting a little bit of spit on it, I go to work stroking my cock, while watching a nice video with a hot girl getting fucked. I can feel myself getting close when I hear the doorknob turning.

I swear internally as I jump a little. I pull my shorts up as fast as I can, trying to hide my erection. I just can’t catch a fucking break today. Already I can feel the twinge in my balls at being denied when I was so close to cumming. I bite back my frustration as Erik walks in, putting his stuff away as he pulls on some shorts. He lays down on his bed and starts flipping through something on his phone. I sit there, trying not to look embarrassed as I pretend to focus on the movie. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears, but despite my embarrassment, my cock is remaining rigid in my shorts.

“You okay man?” Erik’s voice breaks the silence, making me tense up a bit.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” I manage to get out without letting my voice betray me. Wait, I think to myself. Erik is gay, maybe he’d be willing to help me out, or at least give me a few minutes alone to finish myself off. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to ask would it? “Well, actually I’m just a bit pent up I guess. Angela’s been really busy lately, so she hasn’t really be able to … help me out, so to say.” Erik seems to tense up a little, like he’s preparing for something.

“Aww man that sucks. I guess you could always …” he starts, but I interrupt him before he gets too far.

“I was thinking, maybe you could help me…” before I get more than that out though, his face becomes flush and a scowl forms.

“You were thinking what? Hmmm? What were you thinking?” he starts saying in a harsh voice. Not shouting, or even speaking that loudly, but somehow its worse because he’s not shouting. “You thought that maybe I would suck your dick? Maybe? That maybe you could use me as your fucking cum dump?”

I shrink back from his sudden anger. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I stammer out trying to calm him down. He stands up, grabbing his bag and a shirt, walking towards the door. He slips on his sandals and turns back, glaring at me with fire in his eyes.

“You know what? No. I’m fucking sick of this shit. Seems like every few months, some straight boy is coming up to me asking me to suck him off because he can’t find a girl, and he feels that he’s too good for his own fucking hand! I wish you knew what it was like to have all these guys coming up to you, wanting to use you like a fucking sex toy! Just because a guy is gay doesn’t mean he wants to suck off every small-dicked loser straight boy!” With that he turns and practically charges out of our dorm room, heading for the elevator. I’m standing there in shock, still staring at the open door for several minutes. The air still seems charged with his anger, as I realize my cock is still just as hard as ever. I just stare at it incredulously for a moment, before a noise draws my attention.

Across the hall I see the door has opened a little, and the face of one of the guys, Josh I think is looking out. His eyes meet mine for a second, and he quickly steps back and closes his door. I hurry over to my own door, closing it and locking it before anyone else sees the state I’m in. I lean back against the door, still breathing heavily as I give a sigh of relief. Looking down at my shorts, I can see a quarter-sized wet spot has formed near the head of my cock. At least I know Erik is gone for the moment, so maybe I should go ahead and finish this off.

I pull my shorts down, letting the waistband sit just below my nuts. I spit into the palm of my hand and start stroking my dick, admiring the nice upward curve, the big mushroom head, and the way my nuts are swinging with each stroke. I walk over to my bed, letting my shorts and boxers slip down my legs, stepping out of them as I climb onto my bed, never letting go of my cock. I close my eyes, thinking back to the last time Angela and I were going at it. Thinking about eating out her pussy as she squirms on the bed, moaning, my hand down stroking my cock keeping me ready to fuck. Her moans in my mind are getting louder, more frantic. I know she’s close. I feel myself getting close to the edge as I stroke, my nuts pulling tight.

In my fantasy, I look up from her pussy to her face, but instead it’s Josh’s face, I look down to see his cock bouncing in my face, a strand of spit from it to me. My eyes snap open, the fantasy still in my mind as I start shooting. My cock starts throbbing, spraying cum everywhere, coating my chest and hitting me in the face. My mouth open in shock as a few strands even land on my tongue. I spit a bit as my orgasm begins to subside, my cock already rapidly going soft. It felt so intense and such a huge load. I figure that going for so long without relief must have heightened the pleasure. I try to clear my head of those last couple images. I suddenly feel very tired from all the stress and emotions, I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Without having even cleaned myself off, I pass out for the night.


Wednesday Morning

I wake up the next morning, groggy and confused. My phone’s alarm is blaring and I fumble for it, managing to find it and silence it after several long seconds. I check the time and sit bolt upright. “Fuck,” I’ve overslept by nearly an hour, my phone has been going off that whole time. I’ve only got 15 minutes to get to my first class, and I can’t afford to miss it again. My cock is mostly hard, and I feel horny again, but there’s no time to do anything about that. I rush over to the sinks and splash some cold water on my face, trying to wash some of the dried cum off. I grab the first pair of boxers I find and pull them on, stuffing my hard cock in them and pulling my jeans on over them. I notice Erik’s bag is gone. He must have come back at some point last night. Fuck, that means he saw me lying in bed covered in cum. I don’t have time to worry about that right now though, so I throw on my favorite hoodie and a hat, grab my bag, and run out the door.

I climb on the elevator, thankfully alone. I can smell myself without trying, so I know I must reek. Hopefully, I can get through this first class and get back here for a quick shower. The elevator only makes it down one floor before it stops, letting some guy on. I don’t know his name, though I’ve seen him around. He looks at me and I see his nostrils flare. He must smell the funk on me, though his face doesn’t show disgust, just confusion. As the doors close and we continue down, I see him shifting nervously a bit. He must be desperate to get out of here and away from my stink. Just before the doors open on the first floor, I catch a whiff of a new smell. Something musky and a little sweet. Maybe the guy also forgot the shower, though his doesn’t smell too bad actually.

I mentally shake myself away from that thought as the doors open. I push past the guy, getting a good sniff of his musk as I do, and take off running outside and towards my class. My lungs are burning and I’m out of breath as I slide into a chair in my class. Having just run across campus, I barely had time to think, but now I’m sitting in my chemistry class trying to catch my breath and avoiding the dirty looks from my professor. I realize while I’m pulling my notebook and pen out that my cock is still hard. Fuck, did I just run across campus with a hardon the whole time?

I am trying to take notes, but my horniness keeps distracting me. My other hand drifts down to my crotch rubbing my dick through my jeans. Luckily I’m on the back row, so there isn’t anyone behind me to see, but there is another guy sitting a few seats over. I think his name is Chuck or something like that. I always thought he was a bit of a stoner and judging by the expression on his face he is probably high right now. He isn’t even pretending to take notes, just sitting there looking down at his lap, his phone under the table. I watch as his other hand drifts down to his crotch and I see him start to knead his cock through his loose jeans. I tore my eyes away from this, trying to focus on the professor, but my eyes kept drifting back to Chuck’s crotch, my own hand resting on my crotch, kneading and rubbing myself.

I begin to smell that same smell from the elevator, musky with a bit of sweetness to it. The smell seems to be coming from Chuck, and it’s making my cock throb. As I watch, Chuck slowly pulls his zipper down, being careful not to make a sound. He looks over at me and our eyes meet, he pauses but then his eyes flick down to my crotch, and seeing my hand he gives me a grin as he slips his hand into his fly and fishes out his cock. His cock is a long and slender 8 inches, a bead of precum glistens at the tip. The smell is much stronger now and I can feel my mouth watering at it. I pull my eyes away, trying to ignore the smell, trying to think about Angela, chemistry, anything else, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Chuck’s cock. He’s sitting there slowly stroking it, coaxing drop after drop of precum out, smearing it onto his shirt.

The sounds from the rest of the class become louder as people pack away their notebooks. The commotion seems to snap Chuck out of it and he quickly tucks his cock away. It breaks whatever hold the smell had on me long enough for me to grab my notebook, not even bothering to put it in my bag, and head out the door. I hurry back, walking quickly, I can still feel my cock is hard, rubbing against the inside of my pants as I walk. I get stuck behind a group of frat boys at one point and within minutes I begin to smell the musky sweetness. I start running, pushing past them, trying to outrun the smell. I dodge past more guys as I hurry back to my dorm. Finally, after many stressful minutes, I manage to get back into my room, my back against the door. I’m out of breath once again, my cock still rock hard. I set my bag down, moving over to my closet and grab my shower gear out. A cold shower is all I need. Just freeze all this horniness out of me. That’s all it is, just excess horniness. I saw a guy stroking himself and since I was already so horny, I wasn’t thinking straight.

I grabbed my shower stuff and stripped down, wrapping my towel around my waist. I try to ignore my hardon, as I walked down the hall, but I could feel my cheeks burning as I assumed everyone could see it. Luckily, nobody was around at this time of the morning, and I made it to the bathroom without running into anyone. Likewise, the bathroom was clear, so I made my way over to the shower stall furthest from the door. I pulled the curtain closed behind me as I hung up my towel. I slowly look down at my cock, it still looks as hard as ever, though something seems a little off. I grab it with my left hand, giving it a couple gentle strokes. It feels fully hard, harder than I’ve ever been, but it doesn’t fit in my hand quite right. It doesn’t seem to be quite as long as it should be, but that’s not possible, is it?

I try to shake my head clear. I must be hallucinating or something. I’ll measure it when I get back to my room, just to prove it to myself. I turn the shower on, leaving it on cold water. I yelp a little at the shock of the cold water, but try to hold on and power through it. The frigid water washes over me, chilling me to the core, goosebumps running up and down my arms, but still my cock remains fully hard. As I watch a bead of precum forms at the tip and begins to run down my hard length. I turn my body around, letting my cock take the direct spray of the icy water. I had to grit my teeth, from the almost painful sensations of the cold water as the spray hit me. Despite all this, my cock remained stubbornly erect, now almost throbbing in time with my pulse.

A noise catches my attention, one of the other showers has turned on. I can hear someone letting their shower warm up, as they close the curtain on their stall. I freeze, not wanting to draw attention to myself. The noise shifts slightly as they step into the spray of their shower, and I hear them open a bottle. The smell of their bodywash drifts over to me. I try to ignore it and try to focus on getting myself clean. I still have cum crusted onto my chest and feel filthy. I begin to wash myself, but soon I start to smell that sweet musky aroma again. I take a deep smell of my soap, hoping it will cover up or mask the aroma, but still that smell creeps its way into my nose. I quickly finish washing my body and hair, hoping to get out of there quickly.

After another quick rinse under the frigid spray, I cut the water off. The musky odor is stronger now, and without the sound of my shower in my ears I now clearly hear the sounds of flesh sliding against flesh. The man in the other stall must be jacking off! I grab my stuff, and throw my towel around my waist, not even bothering to dry off. I hurry out of my stall towards the door, but just as I pass the guy’s stall, I hear him make a soft moan. That sound does something to me, some deep primal need seems to awaken inside me. I drop my shower stuff to the floor, letting go of my towel, I reach over and pull the curtain open.

Inside, Josh from across the hall is standing there, his 4-inch cock in his hand, leaning against the wall of the shower. Beads of water and soap run down his soft chest and over his chubby stomach. He looks shocked and embarrassed, but he hasn’t actually stopped stroking his cock. I walk over to him, placing one hand on the wall by his shoulder, I reach down with my right hand, and cup his balls rubbing them gently. He moans at my touch, the musky odor coming off of him becoming more intense. The musk clouds my mind as I slide my hand up, moving his hand off of his cock and taking over the stroking myself. Judging by the shift in pitch of his moans, I’d say he’s enjoying this, but it isn’t enough for me. My own cock is pressed against Josh’s leg, twice the size of his cock, but somehow it doesn’t seem to be that important right now.

That primal hunger takes over and I sink to my knees in front of the chubby freshman, bringing myself face to slit with his cock. As I stroke, I see precum form on the head and I lean forward and take a long lick, lapping up the precum as my tongue slides over his cock head. I give an involuntary moan at the flavor. This is it! This is the musky scent! I can taste it, far more intense than I was smelling it. The taste of it driving me wild. I barely even register it consciously as I lean forward taking his entire cock into my mouth. Josh gasps and moans as the head of his cock tickles the back of my throat. I start sucking hard on his cock, bobbing my head up and down on it, sliding my lips the full length up and down the shaft. The sensation of his cock rubbing against my lips feels so good. The smell of his pubes, the taste of his pre, are all intoxicating.

Josh doesn’t last long, maybe 30 seconds, before his ass tenses up and his moans become more ragged. “I’m gonna c—” he gasps out between moans before his cock swells and starts pulsing, shooting cum into my mouth. Reflexively I swallow his cum down, and keep swallowing. His cum isn’t stopping, pulse after pulse shooting into my mouth. His moans are loud, echoing in the bathroom, as I drink his cum without spilling a drop. His orgasm seemed to go on for several minutes before his cock finally stopped shooting cum. I pulled myself off his cock, a strand of saliva connecting my mouth to it. I still see it pulsing, trying to shoot cum, but being completely empty. My own stomach looks slightly swollen, like after a huge meal.

I feel a rumble deep in my gut, a strange feeling of contentment. Then my gut seems to tighten, not quite painfully, but forcefully. I look down, and my ordinarily flat stomach tenses on its own, and when the muscles relax, my abs are starting to show. It happens again, and again, each time my abs becoming larger, more well defined. After the first couple times though, the feeling begins to spread. My pecs, my back, my arms, my legs, even my ass, start tensing and relaxing on their own. The bulge in my stomach seems to ebb as my muscles grow. Seeing my muscles growing is turning me on even more, and I reach down and start stroking my cock. The taste of Josh’s cum still on my lips and watching my pecs swell into solid slabs of muscle gets me there quickly. Within seconds I feel the wave building and building.

Josh, out of some desire to reciprocate, gets down putting his head by my cock. He’s barely even down there before the first shot of cum from my cock splatters across his face, the second shooting into his open mouth before he clamps his lips around the head of my cock. He lasts another 10 or so pulses before the volume of cum is too much, and he has to pull back, my cum dripping down his chin. Still my cock keeps shooting. The intensity seems lesser than last night, but still more intense than any normal orgasm. I watch my cock as each stream of cum shoots out. It takes me a few shots to realize, that my cock seems to be getting a little shorter with each pulse. I should be freaking out about this, but somehow the sight of my cock shrinking is turning me on.

Soon my cock stops shooting, and thus stops shrinking. It still looks to be a good 7 inches or so, and still rock hard. Josh shakily gets to his feet, his cock half-hard, but looking bigger than before. He’s obviously not fully hard by how its flopping around, but his cock looks to be just as big soft as it was hard previously. He cuts off the water, his face flush with embarrassment, as he grabs his stuff and hurries out of the bathroom. It takes me another minute or two to collect myself enough to even stand up. I grab my soaked towel and shower gear and walk back to my room, holding the dripping towel in front of me to try to hide my throbbing cock. I open the door to my room, and sitting at his desk is Erik, typing something on his laptop.

Part 2

I walk into our dorm room, pushing the door closed behind me. I feel a bit awkward standing there, my dripping towel held in front of me, my shrunken cock rock hard jutting out from my crotch as I try to figure out what to say. Something seems a bit off in the room though. Erik is sitting oddly, not quite in a natural posture, the air is thick with a musky smell. It isn’t the same as the sweet musk from Josh’s precum. It’s danker, mustier, like a gym locker room that hasn’t been cleaned in a week. It doesn’t seem to have quite the same effect on me either. I push past that smell and drape my towel over my closet door, letting it hang to dry.

I grab a pair of boxers, stuffing my hard dick into them though tenting them obscenely. My cock may have shrunk a bit, but it’s still a respectable 7 inches. I try to pull my jeans on, but I start to struggle to get them over my now muscular thighs. As I’m grunting and hopping a little to try to pull them on, I catch sight of Erik in the mirror. I can see him staring at my ass, and I catch sight of why he’s been sitting so awkwardly. His cock is sticking out of the fly of his jeans, hard and leaking. “Enjoying the show dude?” I ask, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

He blushes furiously, his hand dropping down to cover his cock up. “Shut u—I mean, how? You were skinny as a rail last night, and now you’re suddenly looking like you’ve been hitting the gym for months!” I just shrug at him, as I squeeze my jeans over the tops of my thighs. I grab the baggiest sweatshirt I can find.

“I don’t know man. I’ve felt strange all morning. And some weird shit happened in the bathroom while I was showering.”

“Weird? Like what?”

“Well, there was a guy jacking off in one of the other stalls, and something just kinda came over me and I ended up on my knees. I sucked him off, and after I swallowed his load, my muscles grew like this.”

“Wait. What? That’s not even possible!”

“Well, possible or not, it fucking happened. I mean look at me, I’m fucking ripped. Then it got even weirder.”

“Weirder how? What could possibly be weirder than your muscles growing after you swallowed a guy’s load?”

“Well, he decided to return the favor, and when I came, my cock shrank a little and his grew bigger.” I pause, the dank musky smell is getting stronger. “Is… is this turning you on?” Erik shakes his head trying to deny it. “Don’t lie, I can smell it. I can smell your fucking pre dude.” I walk over to him, towering over his seated form. “As much as I’m sure you’d like to see my muscles grow, I’ve got class to get to.”

“It’s not…”

“Whatever man. I can’t afford to miss this class. I’ll see you later.” I grab my bag and start walking across campus. As I walk, I start noticing more of the musky smells. It usually isn’t there at first, but after walking near a guy for a minute or so, I can start smelling the sweet musk. A few guys are a little different, their musk has a slight tang to it. I shake my head, trying to focus on getting my mind straight for my Literature class. It doesn’t work. Every guy I pass I can’t help but let my eyes drift to their crotch, wondering what their cock looks like, how it tastes, what it would be like to let them cum in my mouth.

I finally get to class, managing to stagger into a seat. I try to find one as far from the other guys in the class as I can, but it’s a small classroom. It’s a small class though, only 10 students and a TA to run it. There were normally only a couple girls in the class, but both were missing today, so it was just me and 8 other guys in this classroom for an hour and a half. The TA, Mike, wasn’t much older than the rest of us, maybe 27 or 28. As he started class, and began his lecture, I could smell the musk starting to grow in the room. I could see the bulge in Mike’s slacks from his hard cock tenting them. Glancing around the room I saw several other guys with tents in their shorts.

I look back at Mike and watch as his hand drifts down to his crotch, unzipping his slacks, he fishes out his cock. He hasn’t even missed a beat in his lecture, still going on about the section we read, while he starts stroking his cock. I can see precum glistening on the tip of his dick. I grip the sides of my desk, trying to keep myself in my seat, trying not to run across the room and tackle him so I can taste that hot fucking load. What is happening to me? I’m straight, but every guy this morning is turning me on, and I can’t help but want to get down and service their throbbing cocks. I grunt a little at the thought, and then I realize my hand has drifted down to my cock, rubbing it through my jeans idly. A small wet spot has started to show through the fabric, a deep musky aroma emanating from my crotch.

I look up as I hear the sound of a zipper and look to my right and see one of the other guys in class has pulled his cock out of his fly. A short thick piece of flesh sticking out of his fly, his foreskin pulled back exposing his shiny helmet. He slides the foreskin up and down his shaft a few times as I stare, mesmerized by the view. “Marcus!” Mike barks out, “you need to pay attention, this is going to be on the test next week.”

“S-sorry!” I look back at Mike, he’s standing right in front of me, his long cock dangling out of his slacks, a thin strand of precum dripping off the end and I watch as it lands on my notebook in front of me. It’s so close, the sweet musky smell of his precum overwhelming me. I can’t help myself as I lean forward and lick at the head of Mike’s cock, tasting that delicious pre before taking the whole head into my mouth.

“So as I was saying; Calvino writes aaaaaah—” Mike’s lecture is cut off mid-sentence as his mouth falls open in long vocal moan. I can hear his moans above me, his hand falls down onto my shoulder as I start sucking in earnest, coaxing more of his precum from his long cock. My desk is getting in the way though, preventing me from taking his cock all the way to its base.

I pull off his cock and stand up, no longer caring if my cock is tenting my jeans. Looking around, I see all the other guys in the room have their dicks out, stroking them. I feel a rush of excitement at the view of all these cocks and I feel my stomach rumble with a strange hunger. I grin at Mike and point at the large desk at the front of the room, “sit on the desk.” He looks unsure of himself, a bit confused as to what is going on. “Now!” I say more forcefully, and I see his cock twitch and leak another long strand of precum onto my desk. The heady smell of the precum from all the men hanging thick in the air, making me feel almost drunk of the musky stench as I watch Mike move over to the desk. I walk over to him, and when he moves too hesitantly for my hunger, I grab his hips and spin him around. I pull his pants and briefs down and push him onto the desk as I crouch down to swallow his cock to the base.

I can hear him moaning above me like a bitch in heat, the soft whining moans as I milk his cock with my mouth. My lips are buzzing with pleasure as I run them up and down his shaft, enjoying the ridge of his cockhead as it slides in and out of my mouth. I pull off his cock, and bury my face in his hairy balls, savoring the musky aroma. I tentatively snake my tongue out and give his balls a little lick. He jumps a bit, moaning as his cock starts leaking heavily. I start licking more and more, like eating ice cream, coaxing more moans from my TA as I bathe his balls in my spit. His balls are pulled up tight, close to his body, while Mike is moaning, softly begging to cum “Please, I-I’m s-s-s-so close.” I pull back, looking up at his flush, sweaty face and around at the cocks of the other students. The other students are all stroking their cocks, as they watch me tease and edge Mike.

I take Mike’s cock back into my mouth, slowly pushing my face forward onto his cock. He tries to grab my shoulders and thrust his hips, but I push my hands down on his hips, holding him still as I enjoy savoring his cock. I think to myself that I’m not some gay cocksucker to get used as a hole to fuck, I’m a fucking man and I’m going to be in control of this, or at least as best as I can. I hear shuffling behind me, and the other students are crowded around me, stroking their cocks, and looking down at me expectantly. They’re looking at me like their personal cocksucker, but it isn’t like that. I just need their cum, it just tastes so good. As I suck on Mike’s cock, I feel something on the underside near the base. It feels strange, like a little bump, but it isn’t there when I pull off to look, nor can I feel it with my hand. I lick there and can feel it plain as day, and Mike’s mewling moans increase in pitch when I press on it.

I grabbed the first cock to my right, a 7-incher belonging to the thin Asian guy named Kevin. I give it a few strokes, hearing him gasp in pleasure. I feel around the same spot on his cock, but there’s nothing there. I pull off Mike’s cock and slurp Kevin’s cock to the base, the head sliding into my throat easily. There! At the very base. It’s the same little bump. I press my tongue against it and Kevin starts moaning loudly, and urgently grabs at my shoulders. I press harder against it with my tongue and he’s moaning louder and louder. Suddenly I feel something click deep inside his cock just as his moans reached a fever pitch. The spot is still there, but its texture feels a little different somehow. I keep sucking on his cock as his fingers run through my hair clenching and unclenching.

I don’t like how he’s trying to grab my head, so I pull off and switch back to Mike, leaving Kevin’s spit-covered cock hanging in the air. I take Mike’s cock and can feel that spot still as I watch Kevin grab his cock and stroke it feverishly, his face screwing up in pleasure and a bit of confusion. Mike is moaning and then digs his fingers into my shoulders and starts bucking his hips. Instinctively I take his cock down to the base as it begins twitching and pulsing as it shoots his hot sticky load directly down my throat. On and on he shoots, pulse after pulse. I try to pull back a little, but my lips remain stuck to the root of his cock. One guy to my left moans and I hear a wet splatter and feel a warm dampness on the side of my face. I wipe his cum off my face, angry that he would waste it and that he would try to degrade me by treating me like some common cocksucker.

Finally, Mike stops cumming and I can pull my lips free of his softening cock. I dive onto the cock that shot its load on me, a 5-inch cock belonging to the frat boy named Luke. I slurp and lick at the remains of his load, taking his cock to its base. I press against the same spot at the base of his cock. Luke squirms and moans as I taste his hypersensitive cock, but I don’t care, he denied me his load. I press the spot at the base of his cock, hoping to milk a little bit more. After one more press, I feel the same click and get a small pulse of precum in my mouth. I start to move to the next guy to suck the load out of the next guy when I hear noises in the hallway as the classes on either side of us start leaving. I grab the tail of Luke’s shirt and wipe the rest of his cum off my face. “Clean yourselves up and get out of here” I tell them as I grab my stuff, taking a moment to lick the precum that dribbled onto the desk, and head outside.

As I walk out into the hall, I feel my shirt becoming tighter and quickly duck into the nearby bathroom. I hurry into a stall and lock the door. I pull my shirt up and watch as my abs start to swell, the crevasses between them becoming deeper and more defined. My pecs start swelling and becoming thick and heavy, my nipples turning downward as my pecs push out into a thick shelf of muscle. I hear the stitching on my shirt starting to strain and rip as my biceps tear the fabric of my sleeves. My breathing starts to return to normal, as the wave of growth seems to pass. I pull down my zipper, and pop my jeans open, though I’m not sure I’ll be able to get them closed again.

I have to know though; I have to see my cock. I fish it out of my boxers, and I’m surprised to see that it’s still the same 7 inches that it was before class. I give it a few strokes, and it still feels normal, and I give a sigh of relief. Maybe that has stopped. I can live with 7 inches, it’s still a respectable size. I hear a buzz from my phone, and fish it out of my pocket. There’s a text from my girlfriend, Angela asking if I want to join her for lunch. I text back a quick yes and set about trying to stuff my cock back into my pants.

Part 3

Wednesday Lunch

I pull my pants up the rest of the way, the fabric struggling to contain my swollen muscular ass. I manage to get the zipper about halfway up but the strain on the fabric is too much and I can’t get it to go up any further. Trying to button the top closed proves even more difficult, and when I hear a couple stitches starting to strain, I let go, letting my jeans hang open and the top of my boxers show through the gap. My belt has a little bit more slack though, and I pull it closed, using it to hold my pants closed at least a little bit. I pull my shirt down as best as I can, but the normally loose shirt is now stretched tight across my chest and rides up exposing my abs up to my navel.

I go ahead and rip the sleeves off my shirt completely. After-all there’s no sense in covering up these massive things, and the shirt is already half-destroyed. I’m not even sure I’m going to be able to take it off without tearing the rest of the thing. As I tear the sleeves off I catch a whiff my own musk coming off my pits. It’s stronger than normal, more masculine, and almost intoxicating. I subconsciously begin rubbing my cock through my jeans for a moment before I catch myself. Shaking my head to try to clear it, I start thinking about what I could do to try to make myself look more, well normal, but then I start smelling a sour musky aroma. Shit, I didn’t check to see if it was empty in here when I came in.

My musk must be doing it! It only took a few minutes to overwhelm the guys in my last class. There has to be a way to stop it! Otherwise, I’m screwed if I can’t go anywhere without turning all the guys around me into sex fiends. I close my eyes and try to focus on my stench for a moment, letting my mind drift towards my pits. I can taste my sweat and musk on my tongue as I stand in the stall, my arms by my side. I can feel something within me as I focus on my pits. It feels like a muscle or something, but not like any muscle I’ve ever heard of. I flex this new muscle and as I do the musky taste on my tongue becomes less intense, and as I relax the muscle, the musk comes back just as strong as before. I focus on that muscle again and flex it and try to hold it as best as I can. I grab the rest of my stuff and head out of there. I make it about halfway down the stairs before I can’t hold it anymore, and I can feel my body releasing musk into the air. A guy passing me going up the stairs hits that veritable cloud of musk, and I swear I hear him make a soft moan. I hurry down the stairs, not wanting to get caught in another orgy. Finally, I make it to the relative safety of outside. Where at least the wind will help disperse my musk a bit and keep it from concentrating too much on one guy.

I hurry across campus, keeping the pace of my walking fast, trying to avoid getting too close to the guys around me. The moment I start smelling another guy’s musk I quickly change directions, sometimes going off in directions away from where I need to go. With all these delays and detours it takes me nearly 30 minutes to make it to the café where Angela is waiting out front. Her back is to me, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, ending just a few inches above her pert ass. She’s wearing a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans that hug her body in just the right ways. If I wasn’t already hard, I’m sure I’d get hard just looking at her.

As I approach her, I hold back my musk, unsure of how it would affect her. “Marcus!” she cries out as she turns her head towards me and catches sight of me. Her face has a moment of confusion. She comes up closer to me, throwing her arms around me in a hug. “Wow, that is a new look for you. Have you been sneaking off to the gym, because you look amazing. How long have you been hiding this from me?”

She gives me a strong squeeze and I can’t help it, but I relax a bit and I feel a burst of musk come out. I laugh nervously. “Yeah, I’ve been going for a couple months, but just started using a new protein shake that’s been really effective.”

“I’ll say, though you smell kinda different, it’s a bit strong though. Might want to lighten up on the cologne. Anyways, I was going to say we grab something to eat, but I don’t know that we have time for that now. What took you so long to get here?”

“I—uh—had to use the bathroom after my last class, and there was a bit of a line.”

“Oh okay, whatever.” She’s hanging off of me, rubbing my arms and back. “I know I’m not usually this wild, but why don’t we go behind those bushes and have a little fun?” Without waiting for me to say anything, she grabs my hand and leads me across the street into the park. I follow her eagerly, happy to not be surrounded by horny guys for once today. As we walk, I can smell her excitement, though something about it is causing a knot to form in my stomach.

She pulls me into the bushes, and begins groping my hard cock while making out with me. Her lips against mine feel electric, waves of tingling pleasure radiating from them as she pushes her tongue into my mouth. I instinctively begin sucking on her tongue, moaning around it. She reaches down, undoing my belt and shoves my jeans and boxers down below my balls. She begins to pull her tongue from my mouth, but I follow for a moment, not wanting her tongue to leave. She pulls her tongue back completely and drops to her knees. My mouth feels empty, but I hardly have time to think on this as she takes my cock into her mouth.

She begins bobbing up and down on my cock, making up for in enthusiasm what she lacks in skill. I can feel my own musk flowing freely as she goes. I grab the sides of her head and start pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. While it seems to surprise her, she goes with it, her hands roaming across my chest and abs. I bring my left hand to my face, using it to stifle my moans, but soon I take my fingers into my mouth, sucking on them and finger fucking my mouth.

After being edged through my literature class, I’m already close and within a minute or two I feel that churning in my balls. I grab the back of Angela’s head and hold her there as I take the last couple thrusts and push into her throat as I begin to shoot. She swallows it down at first, but after the first few pulses, she can’t swallow fast enough and my cum begins leaking from her mouth. My cock keeps shooting, more and more cum into her mouth. It takes several minutes before my cock finally stops shooting. I pull back trying to catch my breath as Angela spits and sputters. I look down at my cock, disappointed to see that it’s gotten shorter, now maybe 6 inches long. The excess skin on my shaft has formed into a new foreskin, covering the head of my hard cock.

“What the fuck Marcus? You could have given me a fucking warning.” As she speaks, Angela’s voice is getting lower and deeper. “Wait. What’s happening to my voice?” I watch as her Adam’s apple swells in size and the skin around her mouth and neck start to darken with stubble. Her jawline pushes out a bit becoming sharper and more defined. Her hair tie falls to the ground as her ponytail shortens rapidly, becoming a short buzz cut. Her shoulders press outward, stretching her shirt as they broaden. Her breasts flatten out under her shirt, forming a slim flat chest. “What’s happening to me?” she asks in a deep masculine voice.

“I- I don’t know!” Some part of me though is finding watching her change extremely hot though. I’m conflicted, especially as she peels her shirt off, revealing her slim twink-like chest with dime-sized nipples. She pulls the now useless bra off, letting it drop to the ground as a tuft of dark hair begins to grow in-between her pecs. As I watch her hips seem to compress, pulling inwards towards her middle. The feminine curve of her figure fading as her hips slim down and her legs firming up. The barest hint of abs begin to show up on her stomach as she slims down further, but soon they are hidden behind the dark treasure trail the forms, connecting her chest hair to the waistband of her jeans.

She’s breathing heavily but seems to be catching her breath now. “I think it stopped” she says, “but that was fucking intense. What did you do to me?”

“I don’t know. Strange things have been happening all morning. Guys keep getting horny around me, and I start feeling horny around them too. Plus, every time I cum, my cock gets shorter and the people around me start to change. I feel like I should be freaking out more about all this, but it’s just kinda hot and turning me on.”

She clears her throat. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I should be pissed your cum made me a guy, or that you’ve been cheating on me with a bunch of guys. But all I feel is turned on by all of it.” She reaches a hand down into her jeans fishing around in there. “Shit.”

“What is it? Do you have a cock now?” I say, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“No, still have the same old pussy,” she says, sounding disappointed.

“Listen, Angela—”

“No, stop. That name doesn’t sound right anymore. I’m a guy now, I need a guy’s name. How about just call me Aaron instead?” His face seems to light up a bit as he says his new name.

“Okay, Aaron,” the name sounds right somehow, “I’m sorry that I changed you. I don’t have any control over what’s happening.”

“Okay, I get that. I think I just need some time to process this. I feel like a whole new person suddenly with new thoughts and desires. Let me go, and I’ll call you later, okay man?” he says as he gathers up his shirt and bra, wadding them up and taking them as he walks through the bushes and back through the park.

“S-sure” I gather up my stuff, and head back out myself. As I walk, I see a nearby group of frat boys sitting on the grass, rubbing their cocks through their shorts. Shit, I guess my musk must have gotten to them. I can’t smell them yet, so I hurry the other way, heading down the street, holding in my musk as much as I can as I go.

I start to wander a bit aimlessly down the streets around campus, trying to clear my head a bit. Away from the crowds of guys and their musk, I can think a little clearer. My cock has shrunk by 3 inches since last night. That’s something I never thought possible, but the looser bulge in my pants would prove otherwise. And my cock seems to be magic now. Somehow. Every time I cum inside someone, they change. First, Josh in the showers where his cock grew and now Angela turned into Aaron. But nobody changed when I jacked off, unless… what if I changed myself then. How would that even work though? Something must have started it. It isn’t like I just woke up one day with a magic dick.

Then it hit me: that fight with Erik. During the fight he shouted something. He made a wish. What did he say though? Something about how he wished I knew what it was like to be a cocksucker or something like that. Fuck, is that what this is? His random wish came true, and now I’m turning into a cocksucker? Even then, why is everything else happening? Why is everyone around me changing and acting so oddly?

I’ve lost track of time in my wandering, until my stomach growls a bit and I realize I’m hungry. I glance at my watch and see its nearly 3 o’clock. I haven’t eaten yet today but looking around me none of the places nearby appeal to me. I see a couple guys walking on the opposite side of the street, and my stomach growls loudly. One of them is wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and I can make out his cock flopping around. I feel myself salivating at the thought of drinking a load or two from his cock. Fuck, that sounds so good. Is this what it’s doing to me? No! I have to get my thoughts under control.

I’m so distracted staring at the cock flopping around, that it takes a minute for me to realize that the guy the cock is attached to is Josh. Fuck, his cock grew so much, and now he looks hotter too. Maybe my cum did more to him than just add to his dick. He’s still chubby, but now he has some bulk underneath it too. It looks like he’s put one quite a bit of muscle under his chub. Josh and his friend walk into a burger place on the other side of the street. It takes a couple minutes for traffic to clear before I can quickly cross the street, heading into the restaurant after them.

The restaurant isn’t crowded, but there are about 15 other customers in here of all ages. I hold back my musk even more, not wanting to blast everyone. Maybe I can get close and just release enough to get them somewhere quieter. I walk up behind them to get in line, but just before I get close, they walk off, having just finished ordering. The guy behind the counter asks what I want, but it takes me a couple moments to realize he’s talking to me. The smells in here are strong and overwhelming my senses. None of the food smells good to me, so I just get a small order of fries, something to distract myself with, and give me an excuse to sit around waiting on some opportunity to get close to them.

I grab my fries when they come out and look for a table that I can sit close enough to them without attracting too much attention. Fuck, I feel like I’m stalking them. Or at least like I’m hunting down some animal to eat. Shit Josh noticed me, but he’s waving me over. I walk over to them, trying not to look too much like I got caught.

“Hey man,” Josh starts as I walk up, “I wanted to thank you for giving me some workout pointers. My friend Derek here has been jealous of my progress.” Derek has an olive complexion, a little taller than Josh, with a bit of a beer belly. Now that I was closer, I could smell him. Not quite the musky pre-cum smell, but something similar. That bit of smell was enough to make my hunger become a little more pressing.

“That’s cool. I’m glad I could, umm, help you get some gains.” I take a seat at their table, not even waiting to be asked. As I sit, I release a little musk, just enough to hopefully get them to leave with me, but not enough to turn this place into an orgy. I hope at least.

“Yea, Josh was telling me how you helped him out. It’s really…” Derek trails off a bit as his nostrils flare a bit, “hot,” he finishes as his voice drops to a heavy whisper. “I’ve read stories about tips like what you gave Josh online, but those were just fantasies.”

“Wait, stories?”

“Yea, just stuff about guys getting bigger muscles overnight and growth down there. But that stuff is all fake. Or I thought so, but Josh told me what you guys did, and it’s hard to argue with the evidence.” He said gesturing towards Josh’s newfound bulk. That added new questions, were there others like me out there? Fuck, I could smell the musk coming from Derek. It was distracting me, making it hard to focus on anything but fulfilling my need for his cum. Curiously, I could barely smell Josh’s musk. It was there, but very faint.

“Listen man,” I start saying, glancing around the room, “this whole thing is kinda new to me. I can give you some workout tips like I gave Josh, but I need you to do something for me first. These tips come some extra needs for me, so if you help me out, I’ll help you out.”

“Oh fuck man, yeah, whatever you need.”

“You have a quiet place we can go to?” I smirk and release a bit more musk to speed things along.

“Uhhh,” his eyes glaze over a little as the musk hits him, “yeah, my apartment is just around the corner.”

Josh speaks up. “Can we grab our food first at least?”

I smile at him, “of course. Just take it to go, I don’t think your friend will be able to wait much longer anyways.”


A Few Minutes Later

After they grabbed their food, we all started walking to Derek’s place. He was giddy with excitement as we walked down the sidewalk. He was chatting about how incredible it was going to be to have bigger muscles and a bigger cock. Josh seemed a bit bored by the conversation, and honestly I was too distracted by Derek’s musk to really pay attention to anything either of them were saying.

We made it to Derek’s building, a tall apartment tower just a couple blocks from campus. As we are on the elevator, I release the tension holding in my musk and hit them both with a concentrated blast. Derek moans audibly as the musk hit him and I could smell his cock leaking into his underwear. I was really starting to enjoy this power I had over men. Judging by the bulge in his jeans, Josh is also being effected by my musk, though not as much as Derek.

We barely make it into Derek’s apartment before he’s pulling his cock out, stroking it desperately. I walk over and grab his cock out of his hand. He has an average-sized cock, about 5 inches long, uncircumcised with the head just peeking out from under the foreskin. A short, trimmed bush of curly hairs sit at the base of his dick.

“Good boi, this is what I needed.” He lets out a soft whimper of pleasure at my touch. I grab him by the hand and lead him over to the couch and sit him on the back of it. I lean forward and take it into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the head and tease its way under the foreskin. I’m rewarded with a heavy pulse of pre-cum, but that’s only the appetizer for me. I take his cock to the root into my mouth, the head tickling my throat. I massage his balls as I go, savoring his moans and his increased breathing as he gets closer and closer.

His cock sliding against my lips is pure ecstasy, the pleasure running through them is so erotic, it feels almost as good as playing with my balls. His cock against my tongue sends electric shivers of pleasure down my spine. I moan around his cock in spite of myself. If this keeps up, I could probably cum just from this.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Josh has his now 9-inch cock out, stroking it. He spits into his hand and lubes his cock up, stroking it as he watches me go down on his friend. I’m a little confused, because I can still barely smell his musk, despite how horny he obviously is. I see Derek watching Josh stroking and waves him over. As soon as he’s close enough, Derek tugs on Josh’s cock bringing Josh even closer.

Derek starts stroking Josh’s cock while I deepthroat Derek’s dick. As Derek pistons his hand up and down Josh’s long shaft, I can feel his cock pumping more and more precum down my throat. I run one hand up beneath his balls and press one knuckle against his taint, gently digging into it with my finger. It has the desired effect and I feel his balls tense up as his moans become more desperate.

My lips tingle around his cock as I push forward taking as much of him in as I can. My lips seem to fuse to him as his cock swells in my mouth and begins shooting volley after volley into my waiting mouth. I can’t pull off, even if I wanted to as I swallow down his load. His load tastes different from the other guys I sucked off earlier. The others had a sweet pleasant taste to their cum, but Derek’s cum lacked the sweetness and really had little flavor at all. I can practically feel it hitting my stomach, a warm satisfied sensation spreading outwards from my core. Derek keeps shooting into my mouth for almost 5 full minutes until his balls are empty. He keeps orgasming for another 20 seconds or so with his cock trying to pump something out, but nothing coming.

Finally, my lips pull free and I can breathe again. It seems strange, I didn’t really seem to notice I hadn’t been breathing while my mouth was latched onto his cock. Now that I’ve pulled free though, suddenly I’m breathing again for the first time in minutes. I feel a rush as I feel the cum deep in my stomach. My hunger has abated for the first time all morning and I’m thinking a bit clearer. The horniness is still there, burning in the back of my mind, but it’s a bit more muted now.

I sit there, waiting for the rush of my muscles to start to grow. I wonder if I’ll burst out of my shirt. Fuck that sounds hot. “Fuck, that was intense” groans Derek above me, his head rolling back. Already the smell of his musk was fading from the air, as his cock rapidly falls soft. I feel a little disappointed as I can’t feel anything happening to my muscles. Instead I feel a strange sensation in my head, an almost sharp sensation making its way through my mind. It sends me reeling a bit as it races through me.

“So, I guess it’s my turn.” He started to look nervous.

“What are you nervous for man?” Josh said, “If I can do it, you can do it. It’s not like you’re straight, so it shouldn’t be any problem for you.”

“I know, it’s just that I’ve never sucked a cock before…”

“Shut up and kneel, boi.” Fuck, had I really just said that. It wasn’t like me, but somehow it just felt right. Derek looked a bit shocked, but despite that he quickly got on the floor kneeling. I stood up, pulling my 6-inch cock out, a long strand of precum dripping from the tip. I can see Josh lick his lips at the sight of it. Derek’s eyes are fixed on it, though his face looks somewhere between excitement and fear. “Well get to it boi, it isn’t going to suck itself.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Derek lunges forward, wrapping one hand around me to get some leverage as he takes my cock to the base in one motion.

Despite his fervor in sucking me off and my intense horniness, the pleasure seems muted, like there’s something missing. I look over at Josh, stroking his dick. “Get that cock over here boi,” I say while staring him down. He immediately sits upright and moves quickly to obey my command. I pin him to the nearby wall and lift him up with my new muscles. He moans a bit at my rough handling of him as I lean down and take his cock into my mouth.

He moans as I swallow around his cock, taking it deep into my throat. I pump myself up and down his shaft, only worrying about pleasing myself rather than him. The pleasure begins to radiate from my tongue and lips feeling even better than fucking a tight hole. Once I have this stimulation, it doesn’t take long before I feel my nuts pull up tight and start shooting. I moan around Josh’s cock as I feel my cum pumping into Derek’s mouth. He’s doing much better than Josh did and is swallowing all the cum without letting it leak out. I shudder as my sensitive cock-head slides across Derek’s tongue as it shrinks. The feeling of it contracting is erotic and is turning me on, even as I know I should be freaking out.

Derek pulls off my cock, exposing my now 5-inch cock and stands up, staring at his cock. Josh and myself are also transfixed by his cock, waiting for the changes to start. His cock starts to plump up, like it’s getting hard, though it isn’t standing upright. His beer belly starts to fade quickly. The other fat on his body seems to be shrinking away, slimming him down. Within a couple of minutes, he’s gone from chubby to rail thin. He has hardly any muscles, but his body fat is so low that what little muscle he has stands out.

Derek’s cock hasn’t gotten any bigger and I’m not sure that anything else has changed about it. “What the fuck? This isn’t what I wanted! I wanted to be a big-dicked guy with muscles like Josh, not some skinny guy.” He reaches down and tugs at his cock a couple times, then pauses. Something doesn’t look right about the motion. “Wait. What? How…” As he speaks, I look a little closer at his cock as he tugs and pulls at it. His foreskin looks a bit different, part of it near the head is fused to his balls forcing his cock into a downward position. Derek is pawing at it, trying to peel his foreskin back, but it won’t budge, trapping the head of his cock within like a cock cage made of his own flesh.

“You! You did this to me!” he screams at me and start to charge. Josh seems confused at the unexpected turn of events.

“Stop!” I say, and he freezes in place. I wasn’t quite expecting that. I guess he’s still under enough of my influence to follow my commands. I pull up my pants and get out of there before he can start moving again. I make it to the elevator before I hear him shouting again. The elevator doors close before he makes it out of the apartment. On the elevator ride down, I tuck my cock back into my pants, happy to be out of there. Fuck, what just happened?

Part 4

I run out of the building as fast as I can, heading swiftly down the street and ducking down a few alleys and taking a few turns to make sure that Derek can’t follow me as easily. After, a while and ensuring that Derek or Josh weren’t following me, I head back towards my dorm. I know Josh will find me eventually, but I’m feeling mentally exhausted.

As I walk, I begin to contemplate what has happened to me today. Whatever happened with Derek tells me that the changes aren’t as straightforward as I thought at first. So obviously when I cum, my cock shrinks. That only gives me about 5 more loads before I don’t have anything left. I’m not terribly keen on finding out what happens when I don’t have anything left, though I’m not sure I’m going to have much choice with how this curse has been going. Taking my cum changes them pretty drastically, though everyone seems to be different in how they change. I’m not sure it’s worth it to find that out for certain, considering the price.

And then there’s the smells; every man gives off these smells that are new to me. They seem to fall into three categories of smell: most have this sweet musky smell like Josh and most of the guys in my classes; some have a slightly flatter and plain musky smell to them like Derek; and a very few have a dank musky locker room-like smell like Erik. I’m not sure what the difference really is, but my cravings are strongest around the guys with the sweet musky smell. Their cum makes my muscles grow it seems, and Derek’s didn’t seem to do a physical change. I could feel something in my mind change, but can’t quite figure out what. Maybe I should try sucking Erik off, just to see how his cum would change me. Fuck, look at me. Yesterday I was totally straight, and today I’ve sucked off like a dozen guys and fantasizing about sucking off more.

My thoughts are interrupted as the tang of the musky locker room smell hits my nostrils. Looking up I see I’m back at my dorm building and a few hundred feet away Erik and another guy are walking in through one of the side doors. The smell didn’t really drive my cravings up, in fact the smell made me feel a little queasy. Still, I felt very curious about what would happen, and maybe his friend would have some good cum for me to drink.

I take my time heading up the stairs, waiting outside the door to my room. I can smell the tangy musk through the door, and its stronger than ever. I quickly open the door, Erik and the other guy both jump up, frantically trying to coverup their nude bodies and hard cocks. “Don’t stop because of me,” I say, “In fact, why don’t you stand right there, boi, and let me take care of that for you.” Erik’s friend stops gathering up his stuff standing steady and looking awkward. I close the door behind me, locking it, as I move into the room. “So, what’s your name boi?”

He squirms a bit, a heavy drop of precum forming at the tip of his 7-inch cock. The tangy locker room musk in the air becomes more intense as his cock leaks. “J-Jason, sir.” Though, his musk is turning me off a bit, the sound of him calling me sir, sends a tingle of pleasure down my spine.

“Well, Jason, what were you and Erik going to do?”

Jason glances nervously towards Erik briefly. “We had come up here to fuck, sir.” Mmmm, another shot of pleasure, I could get used to this. Thinking about their cocks shooting cum somewhere other than in my mouth made me feel a bit upset.

I stepped up close to Jason, grabbing hold of his hard cock and releasing a blast of musk. “Really, you were going to cum, and not let me have a taste?” His cheeks burned red as he looked down sheepishly. I turned towards Erik, “you were going to as well, weren’t you?” He looks down and nods as my musk burns into his mind making him feel horny, his cock back to full mast and twitching with excitement. I can’t help but sneer a bit at the stench of their precum.

“Well, I’ll take my share of your cum, then you two can have your fun afterwards.” I bend down and lap at Jason’s cock, gagging slightly on the taste of his precum. The taste is like licking the floor of the gym showers. I push past the tangy taste, burying my nose in his pubes where I won’t have to taste his precum as I start fucking my throat up and down on his dick. Erik walks over, stroking his 8-inch cock a few times, waggling it near my face. I grab it and give it a few strokes to prime it, before switching from Jason’s cock to Erik’s. I continue this, swapping back and forth between the two cocks while the two men make out with one another above me. They’re enjoying it, and I can feel the promise of their cum coming closer and closer to me. Their cocks sliding against my lips and my tongue is bringing me pleasure and I can feel my cock leaking precum into my boxers.

As I continue jacking and sucking Erik and Jason’s cocks I realize that I can tell how close each of them are to cumming. More than just looking at little tells on them; how they’re breathing, or how much their balls pull up when I suck; but I have a sense of almost exactly how close each of them are. Moreover, as their cocks enter my mouth, my tongue seems to instinctively find the most sensitive spots on them to rub and lick to give the most pleasure. Using this, I bring each up to the edge of orgasm before backing down and switching to the other. Again and again I bring them to the brink before switching and keeping them on that knife’s edge. They’re moaning into one another’s mouths as they make out passionately. Occasionally one will reach down to try to finish himself off, but I smack their hand away before they can touch themselves.

I moan around the cock in my mouth. The pleasure of it rubbing against my tongue is so intense, I can barely remember which cock is which. I look up, seeing Erik’s face as he looks down, panting. He’s close, very close. My hunger finally gets the better of me and I take Erik over the edge. I feel my lips seal onto his cock as his face screws up in pleasure. His mouth hangs open in a silent moan as his balls start pumping their contents into my mouth. Pulse after pulse, shot after shot cock keeps pumping as my throat and mouth automatically swallow every drop down into my gut. As his cum hit my stomach I felt an icy chill in the pit of my stomach that began to quickly spread throughout my body, concentrating around my pits, ass, and crotch. Erik’s orgasm finally abates and I’m able to pull away from his softening cock. Already I can smell something different in the air. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s my own musk that’s different, or rather it’s not nearly as strong as before. I try to release another burst of musk, but I can barely tell the difference.

I pull open my jeans, seeing my hard 5-inches jutting out, but more shocking is that all my pubes are gone. I hadn’t been particularly hairy before, but now my crotch was hairless. Jason is stroking his cock and causes a couple drops of his tangy precum to land on my cheek. I realized he hadn’t cum yet, and though my hunger was sated for the moment, it also wouldn’t let me waste his load. I had neglected his dick to drink down Erik’s cum, so I dove back onto his cock to work him back up towards orgasm. I start fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, letting the ridge of his cockhead rub against my lips as it slides in and out of my mouth. The pleasure from this is getting me off. Fuck, I might cum without even touching my cock.

I’m moaning around Jason’s cock, feeling him get closer and closer to cumming, while my own cock is getting close. I’m right on the cusp of cumming when I feel a warm wet sensation around the head of my cock. I try to pull off Jason’s cock to see what happened, but just as I start moving back, he starts cumming. My lips fuse to his dick, holding me onto him as he fills my mouth with his sour cum. I manage to look down, and see Erik wrapping his lips around my cock, and that little bit of visual stimulation is enough to send me over the edge. I feel my cock starting to shoot cum into Erik’s mouth while Jason’s cum is filling my own. Something feels different about my orgasm though, Jason’s cock suddenly starts shooting bigger pulses of cum, my own cock shooting more almost in sync with Jason’s. Finally, after several minutes both Jason’s and my own orgasms stop at about the same time.

As I pull off, I see Jason’s cock is still hard, but it looks smaller, maybe 5 inches now, down from the 7 he had before. Looking down, my own cock is down to 4-inches now, now below average size. Fuck, not much longer at this rate until I’m dickless. I slide my pants the rest of the way off as I stand up, seeing that my legs are now devoid of even the slightest hint of hair. I get the biggest shock when I look at Erik, his cock is huge. It’s easily 10 inches long and is now thicker than a soda can, but the more surprising bit is his piss slit. It’s grown much bigger, stretching almost the entire height of his cock head. As I watch he touches his newly grown cock, and rubs a finger across the piss slit. Then he slides his finger into his piss slit, which accepts it easily, his cock stretching and flexing around his finger as he moans.

“Woah,” Erik says, as he fingers his cock, “this is so trippy. And both your cocks shrank, I guess that’s how mine grew.”

“I don’t know,” I say, “your cock doesn’t look right. Even when the other guys’ cocks grew, they couldn’t shove a finger down their dick.”

“I guess I’m lucky then, because this feels amazing. Hey, Jason why don’t you try sticking your cock into my cock.”

“No man,” Jason says as he grabs his clothes, “this is getting too weird. I’m going to get out of here.” He quickly pulls on his clothes haphazardly and hurries out of our dorm room. Erik and I look at one another and just give a shrug.

Part 5

I lay there coming down from the orgasmic high, for the first time all day I realize that the constant horniness I’d had all day had faded away a bit. It now felt more muted. It was there in the back of my mind, but a mere whisper compared with the constant siren it had been before. Looking at my cock, I see that it has started to go soft, now looking to just be half-hard and softening by the moment. I am exhausted at this point. The few classes I made it to today I had barely paid attention to at least until they devolved into sex. I pull off the rest of my clothes, throwing them into the pile of dirty laundry in my closet.

I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in the changes. I’ve gone from a tall skinny guy with out even the barest hint of muscle to a hugely muscled stud. My cock has gone from a thick 9 inches down to a mere 4-ish inches, though its hard to tell with it being soft. Now my soft cock, doesn’t even look like it has a shaft, just a head on my groin, with my thick muscular thighs making it look even smaller. Combined with my total lack of body hair, it makes it look even tinier. My balls, conversely look about the same size, maybe even a bit bigger. It might just be the lack of pubes, but they do look a bit bigger.

I hear Erik moaning, and close my closet, looking over at him. He’s bucking his hips as he has his entire hand and wrist shoved into his cock. His cock is stretched around his hand, his knuckles making visible ridges on the outside of his cock as he fucks his hand deeper into his dick. An hour ago, I’d probably have been over there helping him, I could still feel the whisper of desire to join him, but at least for now it was quiet enough I could ignore it. “Hey man, just try to keep it down,” I start, “I’m about to crash, hard. I don’t know what else might happen to you or other guys, so try to be careful with that thing.”

“Ugh, yea, I’ll try,” Erik said between moans, his face screwed up in pleasure. I drift off to sleep to the sounds of his moans.


Late Wednesday Night

I woke up a few hours later, groggy and disoriented. Looking around, I see that night has fallen outside and the lights are off in the room. The next thing I notice is the smell. A heavy sour musk has permeated the air. Heavy slaps of skin on skin contact can be heard and looking over to Erik’s bed I see a muscular silhouette pumping rhythmically in the darkness as two sets of soft moans can be heard. The bit of light from the streetlamp outside the window shows another shape on the bed shifting in time to the thrusts.

The musk in the air begins to awaken the horny cravings in my mind, clouding my thoughts like a haze. I can feel my cock getting hard, tenting my sheets. I slide my hand slowly down my chest feeling the soft contours of my muscles, running my fingers through the trail of hair leading to the light bush of hair nestled at the base of my cock. I palm my little cock a few times before wrapping my fingers around the shaft. My whole cock fits in the palm of my hand as I smear some of my precum across the head of my cock.

A soft moan escapes my lips, and there is a sudden pause in the room. A moment later I’m blinded as the lights in the room come on. Erik is there, on the bed smiling down at me. Below him was a guy I didn’t recognize squirming in pleasure. Erik’s cock was pointed down towards the guy’s cock, but it took me a moment to realize the guy’s cock was inside of Erik’s. Judging by the bulge in Erik’s cock the guy must have had 7 or 8 inches, but what was more distracting was the way Erik’s cock was moving and shifting, rubbing and caressing the guy’s cock with unseen muscles.

“I knew I heard you. Why don’t you go ahead and join in the fun?” At first, I want to resist, but the musk in the air pushes me to obey his words. I throw the covers off of my, showing off my little 4-inch cock, letting it bounce against my flat stomach as I shift and get out of bed. Erik begins pumping his hips again, making the guy’s cock slide in and out of his piss slit. The sour tang of the musk in the air becomes more intense as Erik’s dick continues milking the guy’s cock.

I walk over to Erik’s bed, stroking my cock idly as I take in the sight. I felt a pang of jealousy that it wasn’t my lips wrapped around the guy’s thick cock. The guy’s breathing is getting labored and I can sense that he’s getting close. I reach down, cupping the guy’s balls, giving them a good tug and feeling the cum within them start to churn. Pressing just behind his balls I rub and stroke his taint. Erik’s dick picks up its pace on stroking and slurping on the guy’s cock. The guy’s mouth falls open and a low constant groan comes rumbling out of his mouth. I smell his cum, the tang hitting the air as Erik’s dick pulls the guy’s cock in down to the root. As I watch, the head of Erik’s dick flattens out, pressing into the guy’s crotch, the seam between their skin fades away as Erik’s dick locks on. I wonder if that’s how my lips look when they lock onto a cock. Erik gasps and moans as he starts to orgasm.

Erik’s cock is making large motions as it pulls the guy’s cum out. I’m not sure where the cum is going, but Erik’s cock is draining it away quickly. Then the tenor of the guy’s moans shifts higher. “F-fuck man, what’s happening?” He presses his hands against Erik’s hips. “Man stop, something doesn’t feel right.” My hand feels a shift in his balls as I continue to rub them. His right ball starts pulling up higher as his moans start to turn to panic. I pull my hand back and watch as his ball pulls inward and a bulge forms at the base of his cock. He starts panicking more as the bulge starts traveling up his shaft into Erik’s dick. Looking at Erik, his eyes are half-lidded a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. He looks blissed out of his mind from his constant orgasm.

The guy shudders and lets out a rough gasp as the bulge slides out the head of his cock and is quickly pulled into Erik’s body. Erik’s cock unseals itself from around the guy’s cock and he falls back on the bed moaning. The guy pulls away as soon as his cock is free, “What the fuck did you do to me!? Your fucking dick ate one of my balls!”

I walk up to him and release a blast of musk. “Just calm down man. Why don’t you just get out of here? Wouldn’t want his dick to eat the other one, would we?” A look of shocked realization crosses his face, and he runs out of our dorm room, fumbling with the lock before sprinting naked down the hall. I see he dropped a sock and his underwear in his hurry. I pick them up, taking a deep whiff of his musky boxers before tossing them out into the hall and locking the door.

I turn back to look at Erik, but he’s passed out on his bed snoring. However, his cock looks different now. The head is flattened, and the shaft of his cock doesn’t taper towards the head, just being a straight tube of flesh. The shaft is much thicker now, easily 4 inches thick. His slit has changed as well, no longer a vertical slit, but instead a round fleshy pucker. Additionally, his balls look to be gone, the thick tube of flesh that is his dick now covering his entire crotch. The musk on the air is fading away as Erik sleeps. I still feel horny and a urge to jack off, but I manage to tear my mind away from those thoughts. With great effort, I move away from Erik’s muscular form and lay back into my bed. It takes some time, but eventually I manage to fall into a fitful sleep.


Thursday Morning

I wake up to the blaring of my alarm. Fumbling in the dark, I manage to shut it off after just a couple moments and sit up wiping the sleep from my eyes. I look around the room and see Erik managed to crawl under the covers at some point. I climb out of bed, scratching idly at the thick hair on my chest. I walk over to my closet and in the dim light grab my towel and toiletries and walk down the hall to the bathroom. In the harsh fluorescent lighting of the bathroom as I brush my teeth, I take in my lean, hairy body, my 4-inch hardon bobbing from the motion of my arm, a thin strand of precum dripping to the floor.

I seem to have a bit more control over my musk today, holding it in seems almost automatic now. Maybe I’ll be able to get through the day without turning every class into an orgy. A guy walks into the bathroom behind me. In the mirrors I can see its Matt, the big football linebacker who lives on the far end of the hall. I realize my hard cock is exposed, but it doesn’t even seem to bother me for him to see me like this. He gives me a strange look as he passes, a light trail of sweet musk trailing in his wake. That little hint of musk awakens the hunger within me, and I feel my stomach rumble.

Matt sets his stuff down at the furthest sink from me, just two sinks away in the bathroom. I know my hunger is for just one thing, and he can provide it. Maybe if I drain him, I’ll be able to go about my day. I can’t let this thing dominate my whole life; I can’t let myself fall into the mindset of just constant sex. Just suck off one guy, and hopefully that’ll tide me over until lunch. I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinse my mouth out.

I glance over at Matt and let my musk flow out of me, filling the humid air of the bathroom with my funk. Matt pauses mid-stroke of brushing his teeth as his eyes seem to glaze over momentarily. I can smell the surge of sweet musk in the air as his cock begins to respond to my musk. I set my toothbrush down, and stride over to Matt quickly, releasing more musk as I approach. As I get to him, my wave of musk washes over him, making his cock painfully erect and clouding his mind with horniness. His hand stops moving as I see the tent form in his boxers.

I drop to my knees, sliding his boxers down with me in one smooth motion. His small, 3-inch cock pops out, a pair of egg-sized testicles sit hugging his body tightly just below his little pecker. Precum goes flying from the tip of his cock from the motion of his boxers coming down, splattering into my chest hair. I inhale his cock, its small size easily fitting inside my mouth. Where it touches my lips and tongue explodes with pleasure, sending electric tingles running down my spine. The two of us moan as I begin to suck in earnest.

Soon we are harmonizing with our moans, Matt’s sweet precum flowing like a river into my mouth as I swallow it eagerly. He isn’t going to last long, and I am ready to get on with my day, so I redouble my efforts, running my tongue along the head of his cock. I can feel his balls tensing and pulling even closer, one pulling completely inside of his body as his cock swells. I feel my lips fuse to his cock as his torrent of cum gushes from his little pecker, filling my mouth. His cum is shooting faster than I can swallow, the pressure pushing out my cheeks. I can feel my body swelling, my muscles pushing out. My biceps swell with muscle, my lean chest pushes out into a pair of heavy muscular pecs, my flat stomach pulling tight as a 6-pack forms.

After several minutes, his cum slows and eventually stops shooting and I am able to pull away, his sweet cum still coating the inside of my mouth. I swallow a few times, my own cock on edge. Matt slumps against the wall behind him, sinking to a seated position as he tries to recover. I can feel my orgasm coming, already past the point of no return. Not wanting to waste the load, I move quickly, my cock starting to shoot onto Matt’s lips and into his open mouth. I press my erupting cock forward into his mouth which closes around it. I can feel him swallowing around my cock, taking my load into himself. I can actually feel my cock slide against his tongue as it shrinks, the sensation causing me to shudder at the overstimulation.

As my orgasm ends, I pull back, panting. My now 3-inch pecker, still hard and throbbing in the cooler air of the bathroom. I look down at Matt, he’s panting and moaning. His cock is hard and as I watch it begins to grow. Soon it’s 4 inches, then 5, then 6. Finally, around 7 inches, the growth slows and eventually stops.

My hunger seems to have quieted now, so I quickly grab my shower gear and hop into the shower, turning it to as cold as I can stand. After a quick shower, I come out, finding the bathroom deserted. I towel off quickly, and head back to my dorm room. Erik’s bed is now empty, a tang of musk still hanging on the air. I pull out what were once my loose gym clothes, that now fit me like a second skin and pull them on. I grab my bag and head out, my head feeling clear once again, though that little voice in the back of my mind keeps nagging at me.

Part 6

After eating Matt’s load this morning I’m not hungry for regular food, so I set off directly for my morning classes. I dodge my way past groups of guys on my trek over, not wanting to tempt my willpower nor my control over my musk. As I walk into the classroom building, I get stuck in a tight space with a lot of other students. I can smell the gentle sweet musk coming off of the men in the crowd. My control slips a little and I feel a bit of my musk escape. As it spreads through the crowd, I can smell their musks become more intense as their cocks rapidly harden in their underwear. I quickly push my way through the crowd, trying to resist the growing desire to drop to my knees in front of each guy as I move past them.

Finally, I make it into the stairwell and take them two at a time to try to escape the crowds quickly. The first floor or two still have a few guys, but soon I’m nearly alone in my climb. By the time I make it to the 7th floor, the stairwell is empty near me. Checking my watch, I still have 20 minutes before class starts, so I lean against the wall and pull out my phone. I’d hardly even looked at it yesterday after what happened with Aaron. I have a couple missed texts from Erik from yesterday afternoon, wondering where I was; some from an unknown number, but judging by the angry swearing, it is probably Derek; and then a picture message from a blocked number. At first, I’m hesitant to open the message, my finger hovering over the screen to delete the message, but my curiosity gets the better of me, and I tap on the picture.

As the picture loads, I feel a cold sensation grip my balls and I let out a gasp. There on the screen is a shot of me on my knees in front of Matt, slurping on his cock, my eyes locked on his face as my little pecker bobs in the air in front of me. The message at the bottom of the photo says, “Not much further to go is there?” I feel a surge of horniness flood my groin as I look at the image of myself on my knees. I try to send a text back to see who it is, but my phone just gives an error message when I try.

I lock my phone, close my eyes, and try to focus on calming down. As I calm down a bit, I realize my cock is leaking precum. It’s enough that a visible patch of precum is visible on the front of my shorts. I can smell the musk coming from my precum hanging on the air. I focus on my breathing, working to stem the flow of my musk, but each lungful of my own musk makes it harder to focus. I find myself sinking to my knees, the craving to suck cock growing in my mind. I shake my head, trying to clear those thoughts and fight the urges within me, but the craving to have something in my mouth continues to grow.

I reach into my bag, clawing blindly around until I manage to grab a pen. Pulling it out, I pop the end into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it and rub against it. I feel pleasure radiating from my lips and tongue as I suck on the pen, but it is helping to take the edge off my craving. Keeping the pen in my mouth, I pull myself back to my feet. Trying to look a bit less lewd with my ministrations to the pen, I slide it to one side of my mouth. Gathering myself and my stuff up, I walk out of the stairwell and head to the classroom, trying to ignore the small tent and wet spot on the front of my shorts.

I take a seat in the back corner of the room, as far as I can get from the other students. As everyone else files in, I focus as much as I can on holding back my musk, I keep the pen in my mouth, licking and sucking at it throughout the class. I have to muffle my moans a few times, but at least I’m able to pay at least a little attention to the class, and more importantly I manage to avoid turning the class into another orgy.

As class ends, I gather up my stuff and keeping the pen in my mouth, I head out, taking the stairs again to avoid being in close quarters with other guys. While the pen helps, I can still feel the craving growing. When I exit the stairwell on the first floor, the hallway is crowded. I bite down on the pen, trying to hold onto control as I push through the crowd, trying to get outside. About half-way down the hall, my control slips. I feel a great surge of precum well up inside of me and flow out, soaking the inside of my boxers and leaking through. I can smell my musk and within moments, I can smell the musk coming off of every guy in the room as my musk makes them hard and leaking.

I run out of there as I see the guys starting to stroke their bulges, some already pulling their cocks out. I turn away from the sight of the cocks coming out, hurrying. Still a few yards from the door I feel the pen in my mouth crack as my teeth crush it as I try to hold onto control. I start pushing people out of the way, but in the growing chaos of the orgy forming around me, it is hardly noticed.

I stagger out of the doors, taking in great lungfuls of the fresh air. I continue to hurry away from the building. I want to avoid falling into the orgy. If I get pulled in, I know I’ll cum and I’d be lucky to have any cock left at all. Besides, I have another class coming up in 10 minutes. I spit the remains of the pen out of my mouth. I use my finger to make sure there are no stray bits left inside, and try to check to see if I have a mouth full of ink. Unfortunately, my craving soon has me sucking on my finger, softly moaning around it. I manage to pry my finger out of my mouth long enough to reach into my bag to search for another pen to put in. The first thing I find is a highlighter pen. It’s way too large to be subtle, but the craving is already starting to build up to an uncontrollable level. I stick the highlighter into my mouth, enjoying the feeling of it pressing against my tongue and lips, despite how ridiculous I must look.

I start off for my next class. The highlighter sticking out of my mouth, the end of it flicking around as my tongue caresses the length of the marker in my mouth. The marker’s bigger size seems to help reduce the cravings further. I make it into the big lecture hall for my next class. Already there are over a hundred students in here and more are filing in. I keep the marker in my mouth, even going so far as to pump it in and out a few times with my hand when I think no one is looking. I sit through class, taking notes, idly fucking my mouth with the marker from time to time. I’m going to have to get something better than just a marker. Something that can handle everything I need to keep myself under control.

The class just flies by, and finally I can leave. It’s time for lunch, and still the idea of regular food holds no appeal, just the craving for cum. Still I head for the nearest cafeteria. Even if I don’t need it, I still want to eat some real food. I keep the marker in my mouth as I wait in line, eventually settling on a slice of pizza and a soda. I take my food outside, not trusting my ability to stay indoors without the marker in my mouth and take a seat at one of the outdoor tables. I take a sip of soda, then cough and sputter. The taste is foul, and I can’t even stand to keep it in my mouth, let alone swallow it. I try to take a bite of the pizza, but again the taste is foul. I manage to push through it and swallow the bite, but almost immediately I feel my body revolting against it and I’m running inside to the bathroom as I feel the bile rising. I make it to the bathroom just in time and hunch over the toilet as I throw up the one bite of pizza. Well fuck, I guess I won’t be eating anything but cum for a long time.

Once I’ve recovered, I move over to the sink and rinse my mouth out. The water tastes foul as well, but I need to clean my mouth out as best as I can. I splash some water on my face and pat my face dry with some paper towels. As I pat my face dry, I hear the door open.

“It’s you,” the voice says, “you have to help me. Whatever you did, I need you to fix it.” Turning around, I see it’s Kevin, the Asian guy from my literature class. His musk is intense already. My own musk begins to rise at his presence, my hunger growing. I feel like I’m starving and he’s holding a feast.

“Of course,” I say, my hunger making me willing to do whatever it takes to get myself close to his cock. “What is the problem?”

“Ever since you… you know, yesterday, it hasn’t gone soft since. Plus, I can’t get off, no matter how hard I try, and trust me I’ve tried a lot since then.”

“Well come here and let me take care of that problem.” I give him a sly wink as I release a burst of musk. I grab his hand and pull him into the stall furthest from the door.

I lock the stall door and push him against the wall as I drop to my knees. I nuzzle my face against his big hard bulge as I breathe deep of his musk. I feel my little cock pulse as it releases another burst of precum into my boxers. I unhook Kevin’s belt, and open his jeans exposing the bright red bulge of his underwear, a dark wet spot near the head of his dick. Sliding his jeans and jockstrap down, his 7-inch cock bounces in front of me, but then I pause. While his dick looks the same, his balls are huge. The skin is stretched tight across two tennis ball-sized nuts, just brimming with cum. I haven’t even started, and already I can tell he’s on the very edge of orgasm.

“You must be desperate; these things look massive.”

He nods. “Yes, every time I come close, they swell bigger and leave me with the worst case of blue balls.”

I fondle his balls, eliciting some desperate whines from Kevin, then slide his thick cock into my mouth. I let my tongue play across the head of his cock, and I feel his balls swell slightly in my hands as he lets out a frustrated groan. His cock feels so much better than the marker or pen and I can’t help but to moan as I slide his dick all the way down my throat until my nose is buried in his pubes. I feel him try to hump my face, but a forceful grip on his hips shows him that I’m the one in control. I may be sucking his dick, but I’m the one in charge. I’m not just a fuck toy. I grab onto his hips and begin to fuck his dick in and out of my mouth.

I can feel his balls swelling again as he groans in frustration. At the same time, that hard spot at the base of his cock that I felt last time is pulsating. The pleasure in my mouth from his cock is incredible and I can feel it reaching its peak. With a few more thrusts, I let out a great moan and fall back. My cock is throbbing and then I can feel myself cumming without even touching it. I look down as I gasp for air, the wet spot on my shorts growing and white cum leaking through to drip onto the bathroom floor. While I’m moaning, Kevin grabs my head and pushes his cock back into my mouth. The pleasure surges in my mouth as I lick his shaft as he starts to fuck my face. His balls are growing bigger and bigger, slapping against my chin.

As my orgasm finally ends, I push his hips back against the wall and hold him there. I take my tongue and press against the pulsating spot at the base of his cock. I feel my lips fuse to his cock as a torrent of cum shoots from his dick and straight down my throat. I’m not even swallowing, the force of his Kevin’s cum is just pushing it straight down into my stomach. Despite this I’m still able to breathe through my nose, which is good because there’s no sign of Kevin’s cum slowing down.

I can feel something happening around my ass and crotch, but with my face stuck to Kevin’s dick I can’t look to see what’s happening. I can feel Kevin’s balls getting smaller as he shoots his massive load, and my own stomach is starting to bloat, pushing outward into a big round belly. I feel my body begin to process his cum and my muscles begin to grow. My arms are building even more muscle as the bulge outwards, veins popping out as my muscles flex. My pecs start pushing out into big meaty slabs of muscle, my nipples migrating outwards to lower sides of my chest. I can feel my ass expanding behind me into a muscular bubble of flesh.

It feels like nearly 10 minutes later before Kevin’s cock finally stops shooting. My lips separate from his dick and I can finally pull away. His sac looks empty but feeling around I find two pea-sized balls in there. Kevin slumps exhausted against the wall as I pick myself up. Looking down, my legs are massively muscled and my shirt lays in tatters on the floor. More concerning though, my underwear seems to have changed. Gone are the boxers, now replaced by a cum-soaked jockstrap barely hidden by the now skin-tight gym shorts. I try to check my cock, but the huge cum-gut I have blocks my sight.

I unlock the stall and stand in front of the sink. Pulling down the shorts and jock, my cock is a scant 2 inches long, really just the head and half an inch of shaft sticking out from my crotch. My balls and sac are gone as well, though feeling around I can feel them shifting around inside my body. My hunger seems well sated at this point, and its clear I’m going to need some better clothes. I still have a couple of hours until my next class, so I think it’s time I go do some shopping. I leave Kevin passed out in the stall and head outside, grabbing my bag on my was past and tossing the remains of my lunch in the trash.

Part 7

I strode down the street quickly, picking a few scraps of my shirt off my muscled form. I gather them and toss them into a nearby bin. I continue down the street but hear a noise from behind me. Turning around, I see a couple guys reaching into the bin and pulling out the shirt scraps. As I watch, they each bring the scrap to their nose and take a deep whiff of it. I can sense it at first, their cocks getting hard in their pants, and a few seconds later I can actually see the tents forming in their shorts. I turn quickly and start moving again before I start smelling their musk. Already I can feel the first little taste of hunger rising in the back of my throat, pushing me to pick up my pace.

I stick my highlighter back into my mouth, distracting myself from that bit of hunger. I hurry down the street, a middle-aged man in a suit passes me. My imagination runs wild thinking about what his cock looks like. I realize I’m staring at him, but still I don’t break my gaze. In my head I can practically see his cock; a thick 5-inch cut cock with a pair of tight nuts hugging his body. Though I should have no way of knowing, somehow in my head I think this must be the actual size of his cock. He meets my gaze now, a confused look coming across his face. In my head as his gaze meets mine, I somehow know he hasn’t cum in 3 days, and it was a quick unsatisfying wank in the shower.

I shake my head, trying to clear those images from my head, sucking on the highlighter lewdly. I speed up, trying to hurry past the guy in the suit, before I give in. As I get shoulder to shoulder with him, I can smell his precum, my musk already going to work on him. I use my tongue to pump the highlighter in and out of my mouth a couple of times, as my willpower begins to falter. It works well enough, and I’m able to get around the corner and away from the guy before my self-control fails completely, though I can feel the warm dampness of the precum soaking the inside of my jock.

As I head down the street towards one of the campus clothing stores, I turn the corner, but the store looks unfamiliar. Instead of the campus clothing store covered in large posters and filled with shirts and everything else covered in the school’s logo, there is a more sedate store called Cox’s Closet. The mannequins in the window are still wearing school-branded items, but they look more fashionable somehow. I make my way across the street and into the shop, the air in the shop smells strange. It smells clean but has a bit of a dusty smell. The smell overpowers my own musk, and I’m happy to let it. Maybe I’ll be able to get something to wear without having to suck off everyone in the store.

I start browsing through the racks of clothes. At first glance all the shirts, shorts and everything looks like normal college merch, but looking more closely, I notice most of the clothes have a slightly strange cut to them. There are few regular t-shirts, but plenty of crop tops, skimpy tanks, and fitted shirts. The other thing it takes me a few minutes of browsing to realize is that all of the clothes are for guys. Then I get to the underwear section. It feels a bit odd for there to be a full section of underwear as it is, but even stranger when there isn’t a single pair of boxers. Instead its branded jockstraps, thongs, briefs, and other types of skimpy underwear that I’m not even sure what to call them.

“See anything that you like?” a firm voice says from behind me. I jump a bit, startled by the sudden sound. Turning, I see a short guy with dark hair and olive skin, a tight red tanktop hugs his lithe muscular frame, an intricate tattoo sleeve of tribal symbols running from his right wrist up to his shoulder. He’s wearing a pair of skimpy shorts that seem to barely keep him covered, a large prominent bulge filling out the front. He looks a little familiar, but I can’t place him at first.

“Uh, I was … uh just looking for some new clothes. I seemed to have outgrown my current wardrobe.” I realize where I know him from, “It’s Brad, right? Josh’s roommate?”

“It’s Brandon actually, and yeah Josh is my roommate. You’re Mark from across the hall, aren’t you?”

“Well ummm…” I start to correct him but feel like I shouldn’t bother. It’s not a big deal after all.

“So, you said that you need a new wardrobe. Was there anything in particular you were wanting?”

“Well, my shirt tore today during lunch, and I’m not sure how much longer these shorts are going to last at this rate.” I gesture at what’s left of my clothes.

Brandon sizes me up a bit before speaking, “I think I know just what you need, Mark.”

My mouth opens to say something, but he’s already, turned and striding across the room to a table of sweatpants. I follow along, trying to keep up as he moves nearly effortlessly though the shop. He grabs a couple pairs of shorts, and a pair of sweatpants before he moves over a rack of shirts and pulls off a couple. He motions for me to follow him as we make our way to the back of the store. I see a door labelled “Adults Only” to one side, but he leads me to another door across from it.

“Here’s the changing room. Why don’t you go in and see how you like them?” He ushers me into the changing room, handing me the pile of clothes. I close the door behind me, and set the clothes down on the little bench. I look at myself in the mirror, probably the first time I’ve had a moment to take a good look. My muscles look so big, I can barely believe that it’s me. I was a skinny little twink just a couple days ago. Wait, “twink”? Where did that come from? I check my face, it looks about the same, though my skin looks clearer than normal. The occasional little blemishes and moles on my skin now gone. I run my hand through my chest hair. Wait, didn’t I lose all this last night when I sucked off Jason? When did it come back? Why is it so hard to remember?

I shake my head a bit, the confusion seems to dissipate. I pull my shorts down, to get changed, but as they slide over the muscular mounds of my ass, I hear a tear. I get them the rest of the way off and see the seam in the back has split. Well fuck, guess I am going to have to buy some shorts here too. I pick up the first pair of shorts Brandon grabbed for me. It’s a pair of black shorts with skimpy legs, almost identical to the ones he’s wearing. The shorts look too small for me, in fact they look like they’d be tight on my regular frame. I look for the size marking on them, but there’ no size listed on the tag, just a symbol that must be the brand logo.

I shrug, stepping into them and sliding them up my legs. The soft fabric glides against my legs, causing a shiver to run up my spine. The shorts stretch and slide over the globes of my ass, and I tug them up in the front over the small hard tent in my jock. Despite looking so small, the shorts fit perfectly. They’re tight, emphasizing my package, or what little there is of it. In the back, they cup my ass perfectly, highlighting and accenting it, without quite looking like they’re painted on. The legs while short, still have a little bit of looseness to the fabric. They look skimpy and sexy, but without being too lewd. I grab one of the shirts, a crop top. Again, it looks like it would be way too small for my massive frame, but as I pull it over my head it seems to stretch and grow to perfectly fit me. It covers my pecs, covering my nipples, but leaves my swollen cum-gut exposed. The brand logo shows big and prominent on the right side of my chest.

Looking in the mirror, I thought I might look silly, but instead I look so hot. Damn, I’d fuck me if I could. “Fuck Mark, you look so good,” I say to my own reflection. I close my eyes, something doesn’t feel right about this, but I can’t figure out what. I open the door to show Brandon. “What do you think about this?”

“Looks great, Mark. Do you want to get all of those?”

“Yea, I need to have more than one set of clothes after all.”

“Of course, I’ll take the rest and bag them up for you.” He grabs the rest of the clothes and walks over to the register. On the way over I pause at one of the underwear displays. I grab a couple pairs of the skimpy briefs in different colors and walk over to the register.

“These too. I’m not sure my boxers are going to fit either.” He grins at me. I can feel my cheeks flush a bit at his smile. I pull my card out and put it into the card reader to pay. As I finish and pull it out, I glance at my card and see that it says Mark on it now. That seems strange to me suddenly, but I can’t remember why it would be. I grin at Brandon as I gather my bags and head out, giving him a wave from the door as I step outside, still grinning widely. I check my phone and realize its almost time for my next class, so I head on over. I seem almost giddy as I walk, I hardly notice the guys around me staring at my outfit. I can tell they’re hard, many of them leaking into their pants, but it suddenly seems less important to me. I sit down in my next class and get ready to take some notes.

It’s only after I sit down that my grin starts to fade a bit and I can feel the hunger starting to well back up inside. I make it through my remaining classes of the day, using a highlighter to calm my cravings until I can head back to my dorm room.


Thursday Evening

I make it back to my dorm room after my classes are done, panting a bit. Holding back and controlling my urges has gotten tougher, but I needed time to collect myself a bit before I go find dinner. I’m more or less resolved at this point to the fact that I have to eat cum to survive, but I still need to exhibit some control and not just constantly pig out on the big hot loads of every guy on campus. Fuck, now that image is in my head, and it feels so hot. Over the last few hours my cum gut has gone down. From looking like I was pregnant, to now my abs just starting to show through.

I clean myself up a little bit, then head outside into the warm air. Now that I know what I’m doing I give into the hunger and let it take some control over me. I raise my nose into the air, sniffing at it, trying to find a load big enough to sate this hunger inside me. I catch the hint of sweet musk on the breeze and feel myself moving instinctively towards it. I find myself cutting through parking lots and between buildings until I find my prey. A lone guy walking along with a skateboard under one arm. He looks thin, his pale arms exposed, a thick mop of brown wavy hair on his head sticking out from under a green beanie. Even from here, I can already sense his dick: a huge 10-inch fuckstick crammed into his underwear above a pendulous set of balls. I can also tell he hasn’t cum in 6 days, and he came by jacking off onto a woman he had just fucked.

The images float through my mind unbidden. It’s been like that all afternoon. Every guy I see, I just suddenly know how big their dick is and how long its been since they came. At first, I wasn’t sure what good this information was good for, but now I realize it helps find guys with big loads for me to drain. It takes a couple minutes to get close enough to skater boi, but eventually I’m close enough that I start releasing some of my musk. His body begins responding almost immediately and I can smell his musk getting stronger, the sweet smell flooding my nose.

I tap him on the shoulder, eliciting a groan from his lips. I motion with my head towards a nearby loading dock on the side of a classroom building. He grins, his hard cock bulging in his underwear, his baggy pants hiding most of the bulge. I pull him in, out of sight from the road, kissing him roughly as I pull him in. He relaxes into my arms, our tongues dueling as we explore each other’s mouth. I moan into his mouth, surprised at myself. I’ve never even kissed a guy, and now I’m making out with some dude who’s name I don’t even know.

He sucks on my tongue and caresses my lips with his, the sensations driving me wild with pleasure. I’m starting to breathe heavily, and I can feel him slide a hand into my jockstrap. He begins rubbing my pecker with the palm of his hand, letting my precum lubricate us. He pushes me back against the wall of the building as he picks up the pace of his rubbing. He continues to make out with me, and honestly that’s the part that’s more pleasurable. With a moan I start to cum, spraying his hand and the inside of my jock with my cum. As I cum I can feel something shifting inside me, behind my cock. My cock continues to spray shot after shot of hot sticky cum into my jock for several minutes on end.

As my orgasm subsides, he pulls his cum coated hand out of my shorts and starts wiping his hand off on his jeans. I tug down my shorts and jock, looking at my now 1-inch nub. I feel shocked for a moment, then my hunger gets the better of me completely, and I fall to my knees. I unhook his belt, letting his baggy jeans fall to the ground. I slide his 10-inch monster cock into my mouth and down my throat, milking it as I reach back to cup his ass. He starts pumping his cock back and forth into my mouth. I can feel his precum pulsing from the head of his dick, sliding across my tongue as my body swallows it instinctively. I grab his ass tightly, and lift him up, his cock still buried in my throat. I turn him around, pinning him to the wall, his ass 6 feet in the air as I swallow his dick.

I can feel him getting close and push him further along, closer, and closer to shooting, working to milk my meal out of him. He’s moaning loudly, shuddering, and squirming in my arms until finally I feel my lips fusing to his dick. His cock swells in my mouth and he begins shooting. His load goes directly down my throat and slides into my stomach. I moan around his cock, the sensations and pleasure of it feeling much more intense now. I kept drinking and drinking, chugging down on his cum until his balls were finally empty. I was able to get my lips free of his cock finally, and pulled away, before setting him back down on the ground.

I can feel my muscles spasming and swelling even further. I can feel my shirt starting to strain around my biceps and pecs, however as they swell, it seems to stretch and grow to accommodate. My legs bulge with more muscle, my thighs become thick slabs of muscle, making my hips look wider as my ass pushes out with even more muscle. My belly pushes out, still swollen with cum, but now with more muscles holding the cum inside, giving me a hard, rounded belly. My pecs push outward, obstructing my view of most of my body as the huge slabs of muscle swell with more mass.

He sat there panting on the ground. I grab his briefs and his cutoff shorts, tossing them to him, letting them land wetly beside his feet. He mutters something, but I barely hear him as I turn and head out of the alleyway. Soon I’m heading back to my room, already feeling drowsy it’s a fight to keep myself moving. I make my way past a few guys, the trailing musk coming from me causing a few of them to get sudden painful hardons. By the time I get back to my room, I can barely keep my eyes open. I kick my shoes off as I stumble to my bed. I see that Erik isn’t back in the room but can’t really focus on it. I flop down into my bed, not even taking off my clothes. I don’t even manage to get my head to the pillow before I fall asleep.

Part 8

Friday Morning

I wake up feeling oddly refreshed, none of the grogginess or disorientation that I’d been feeling for the past few days. I take stock of myself; I’m still dressed in the tight shorts and crop top from last night, the waistband of my jock peeking out from the shorts. My slim chest gives way to my flat stomach, covered in a dusting of hair leading down to the front of my shorts. It takes me a minute to realize it, but all the muscles I had from yesterday are gone. Has this been happening every morning? It’s hard to remember clearly, but I think it has been. It seems like every morning is like a reset button, returning my body back to normal.

Well at least mostly. I reach down to rub my 1-inch nub through my jock and shorts. I give a little shudder of pleasure at my touch; my nub seems to be even more sensitive now. I hear a soft moan from across the room and look over, seeing Erik laying on his bed rubbing his muscular chest and tweaking his nipples with both hands. I can see his hips bucking gently under his sheets like he’s thrusting into something. My horniness and my hunger grow a bit, a musky flavor rising in the back of my throat. Oddly though, I can’t smell Erik’s musk. With a guy getting off this close, I should at least smell his precum.

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I stand up walking over to Erik’s bed. He looks at me, a bit of surprise in his eyes, but looking very vulnerable as he lays there. I reach for the top of his sheets and begin to pull them down. He has a flash of worry cross his face before his eyes flutter closed and he arches his back, letting out a deep moan. I slide his sheets down, exposing his hairless muscular abs before I get to my prize. I stop when his crotch is exposed though, staring in shock for a moment. Where just the other night he had a big, albeit strange-looking cock, now there was just nothing. No cock, no balls, not even a mark to show where they once were.

“What happened to it?” I ask, as I run my fingers across the blank expanse of skin.

“It’s … uh … complicated.”

“Did it shrink away to nothing?”

“N-no, nothing like that. It just kind of came off.”

“Wait, it came off? Where is it then?”

“A guy took it,” he said tersely. “Listen, can we do this another time? This might be my only chance to cum today, and I’d rather not waste it.”

“Sure, I guess.” Honestly though, without a cock, he didn’t hold much appeal to me anymore. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to satisfy my hunger, and it was already breakfast time. I turned and grabbed my shower gear and headed out of the room. As I pull the door shut I hear Erik give a frustrated groan.

I quickly head down the hall to the bathroom but find it strangely empty. I get myself cleaned up a bit, but I don’t have time to shower if I’m going to find my breakfast. I’m tempted to hang out in the bathroom for a few minutes, to hope that a guy will walk in, but I don’t want to sit around passively waiting. My hunger demands that I get out there and find myself something to eat. I make my way back to my room to finish dressing. Erik is there, stuffing some rolled up socks into the front of his briefs, trying to make a convincing bulge. He shoots me a sharp look, so I think better than to push him about it.

He finishes getting dressed, his hair disheveled and dark bags showing under his eyes. I move around him, practically walking on eggshells as I grab my clothes and start to pull them on. I contemplate stuffing my own thong but decide against it. I pull on the hooded tank top I picked up yesterday. While it’s loose, its cut so that it ends up exposing half of my chest and the openings on the side go all the way down below my waist showing off my slim frame. I pull on a pair of tight jersey shorts that go just a couple inches below my small bulge, and slide on a pair of sneakers. I grab my bag and head out the door to look for someone to feed off of.

At the same time as I open the door, the door across the hall opens and I come face to face with Josh. He blushes furiously and averts his eyes obviously embarrassed about something. Despite his proximity, I can’t smell any musk coming off him. It dawns on me, that only guys who have what I need, namely cum, give off those musky smells, and it seems Josh doesn’t have what I need. Before he closes the door though, I glimpse Brandon laying on a bed in the room, his nude form highlighted by the soft light coming through the window. Josh pulls the door closed before I have a chance to see much more. Something about that glimpse however stuck in my mind. Something seemed a bit off about it, but I couldn’t place what it was.

Shaking my head, I head down the stairs. Though I was hungry, I knew I wouldn’t have enough time to feed on the elevator before we made it down. When I get down to the 2nd floor landing, the door swings open just ahead of me and I see a muscular frat boy in a green shirt walk into the stairwell. I speed up a little, releasing a burst of musk as I approach him, hoping to overwhelm him quickly. I see him tense slightly as the musk hits him before he relaxes as the horniness begins to cloud his mind. I’m not strong enough to physically overpower him, so I’m relying on my musk to do the job. As I get close, I can smell the dank musk coming off of the frat boy.

I catch him by surprise and push him against the wall as I release another heavy burst of musk. He spins and pushes me off easily, but then his eyes lose focus for a moment as the musk hits him. He reaches down, palming the bulge of his jeans and makes a desperate grunt. He hurriedly unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans. He shoves his jeans and underwear down in a quick, rough movement, a thick 7-inch cock springs out, smacking against his abs, leaving a wet spot on his shirt as his dick leaves a trail of precum.

I fall to my knees, gripping the base of the frat boy’s shaft, giving it a couple quick strokes. His pubes and balls are shaved completely smooth. I slide my lips over the large mushroom head and glide down the shaft until my nose is pressed into his body. My hands grip his hips, my thumbs resting in the grooves of his Atlas belt, as I begin to pump my face up and down his shaft. I work my tongue around his shaft, pressing against his frenulum before flicking it across the head. His hips jerk a bit as he gasps in pleasure. I can feel his orgasm building quickly. I let my fingers slide back across his ass cheeks, pulling them gently apart. He spreads his legs and pushes his hips out from the wall. I move my fingers down to his hole, and rub across hit causing him to release a deep groan that reverberates throughout the stairwell. The sensations of his cocks sliding across my tongue and lips is sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

I can feel my little cocklet releasing precum into my thong and quickly soaking through into my shorts. The pleasure is building, and I can feel myself starting to get close to orgasm. I want to avoid shooting and losing the last of my cock, so I press against his hole with my fingers to hasten him along. I feel his balls pull up tight as his breathing becomes more ragged. I feel a tightness in my face as my lips fuse to his dick, holding it in my mouth as he begins to shoot his load into my mouth. I grunt a bit both because of the pleasure from drinking down his cum, but also in a bit of frustration at not cumming myself. His cock keeps pumping pulse after pulse of cum into my mouth as he groans, slumping against the wall, dragging me down as he ends up sitting on the floor.

Finally, his cock stops shooting, though it gives a few dry pulses at the end. My face begins to relax as my lips separate from his dick. I feel a pleasant warmth start in my gut and begin to spread outward. I feel a prickling sensation spreading across my skin and look down to see the hair on my chest and arms pull inward. The hairs absorb into my skin, leaving my body completely smooth and hairless. I can feel my musk fading away. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, clearing some of the excess saliva. I try to release another burst of musk to distract him while I get away, but nothing seems to be released.

I continue down the stairs, intent on getting out of there before he recovers from his orgasm, especially since I can’t hit him with my musk again. As I run out the doors at the bottom of the stairwell, I begin to think about what happened. My musk disappeared before when I sucked Erik off, and again with that frat boy. What did they have in common? It takes me a minute as I’m walking to class to realize; it’s their musk. Both their musk smelled the same. Why has it taken so long to realize it? All at once realizations seem to rush in like a fog has been lifted from my mind. Erik, his trick the other night, and the frat boy’s musk smelled the same. Josh, Mike, Kevin, and many of the others; their musk all smelled the same, yet distinct from Erik and the others. Derek’s was somewhere in between, not as sweet as Josh’s but not as dank as Erik’s.

I’m still not sure what each group have in common, but the cum of each group seem to have a different effect on me. The sweet musk guys’ cum grows my muscles, the dank musk guys’ cum strips my body hair and musk away, and the ones in between seem to enhance my ability to influence and control men. I take my seat in chemistry class, still not sure what all of this means, but at least some things are starting to line up. I pull my notebook out and get ready to take notes. I pause for a moment. I can smell the subtle mélange of musk of the guys in the room, but the hunger isn’t growing in my mind like before. I can feel it, there in the back of my mind, but it isn’t nearly as pressing as it was before.

I make it through class and walk out heading to one of the nearby parking lots. Somewhere away from people where I can relax and think some more. Before I make it more than a few hundred feet I feel my phone vibrate. Pulling it out there is a text from a blocked number. A single line of text and a picture. The picture is of a park bench nearby and just the words “cum here.” I shiver a bit as my little cocklet throbs in pleasure. I move quickly across the parking lot and across the street until I get to the park. Glancing around and back to my phone, I spot the bench. As I approach the bench from the side, I see there’s a guy in a hoodie sitting there, the hood pulled up over his head.

“H-hey,” I stammer out.

“Hi there, Mark,” he says. His voice sounds familiar. He stands up, pulling his hood back. I step back, surprised.

“Brandon? You sent the text?”

“Yeah, sorry about being so secretive about it. I needed to wait until you were ready.”

“Ready? Ready for what?”

“Well, needed the changes to run their course. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for the past few days. And if I’m right, you should be down to your last little nub, right?”

Something about the way he said nub sent a little shock of pleasure through my cock. “H-how… Wait. Did you do this?”

“No. I’m not the cause of your curse. I just recognized the signs of one when I walked in on Josh jacking off the other day. He told me about what happened to him, and I remembered your little shouting match with Erik the other night. I put two and two together, and figured you were cursed.” We start walking along the sidewalks, talking as we go.

“Cursed? How could that even happen?”

“Probably someone trying some magic, not knowing what they’re doing. Whatever they tried didn’t work, so they figured it was all bullshit. Whatever spell they tried didn’t fully dissipate, and Erik’s wish the other night gave it shape and it hit you. Some mix of the original spell and Erik’s wish, and there’s your curse.”

“Wait, magic is real?”

“Seriously? After what’s been happening to you and all you’ve seen?”

“I guess you’re right, but it’s a lot to take in.”

“Yea, well you’re just going to have to accept it.”

“How do you know so much about this?” I ask, turning towards him.

“I do a bit of magic myself. Mostly clothes and the like. Like the outfit you’re wearing. A few other things from the shop.”

“Well is there anything you can do to reverse this curse?”

“No, not really. I can do a few things to alleviate some of the symptoms, so to speak, but not much can be done about the curse itself. So, I wanted to talk with you, make you a bit of an offer. I’ll give you a little charm that will take the edge off your curse. Give you control over your hunger and urges, keep you from dropping to your knees and sucking off the football team.”

“Yeah, and what do I have to give you?”

“Oh, just your last load.” I stop in my tracks. He walks a couple more steps before turning and stopping, looking at me. Something about the finality of how he said it just caused it to sink in. If the curse continued, I’d only shoot one more load, and then that’d be it. Forever.

“What do you need that for?”

He grins back at me. “Your last load is likely to contain a heavy dose of magic. I can use that to work some of my own magic.”

“How do I know this charm will work?”

“Well it’s been working so far hasn’t it? At least since you went to chemistry that is. That one is just temporary; it’ll wear off in another hour or so. Just in time for lunch.”

I gulp a bit but realize he’s right. The cravings and everything were way down. I could live a somewhat normal life if he could do it permanently. “Okay, I’ll do it. If I can’t get back to normal, I’ll settle for some control.”

Brandon grins at me, “Excellent! You won’t regret it. Come, we’ll go to the shop. I have what I need there.”

We head down the street, and get to the shop, though it seems like it went far quicker than it should take. Walking in, the room looks vastly different. Instead of the racks and rows of clothes, the room is filled with books, pots, and jars. In the middle is a clear area with a chalk circle drawn on the floor. Brandon guides me over to it and stands me in the middle of the circle. He picks up a condom, and tears open the packaging. I start undressing, feeling the need to be free of my clothing, tossing them aside, though I notice they seem to drift on the air longer than they should until they land clear of the circle.

Brandon comes over and drops to his knees. He leans forward and gives my cock a lick, eliciting a moan from me as his tongue moves across the super-sensitive head. He takes the little knob into his mouth, easily covering my whole cock without any effort. I feel his tongue flicking across the tip of my cocklet, precum flowing freely. After far too short of a time, he pulls off. Taking the condom he grabbed, he rolls it over my tiny cock. He gives it a little tug, and I can see the condom has attached itself to my skin, completely encasing my cock. Brandon goes back to licking and sucking at my cock, though the condom is muting the pleasure, frustrating me already. He continues for a couple more minutes, but I feel no closer to cumming that before.

“Please can I suck your cock? I think it’s going to be the only way I’m going to get off with that thing on.”

He stands up grinning, “As you wish.” He pulls off his hoodie and shirt, tossing them aside. Then he undoes his jeans. As the zipper slides down his bulge seems to expand, showing a huge bulge. As he kicks his shorts aside, he pulls down the front of his thong. My eyes bulge out as a huge 3-foot long cock flops out. I feel myself drooling at the sight of the massive schlong, and crouch down to lift the hefty cock up, bringing the head to my face. The head of the cock is almost as big as my own head, yet I feel the urge to suck it.

I bring my lips forward to kiss the head of Brandon’s cock, moaning at the pleasurable tingles running along my lips. He pushes his hips forward slightly, and I feel my mouth distend over his cock. My mouth and jaw stretch impossibly, letting his huge cock slide into my mouth and down my throat. The pleasure is intense as the huge cock rubs against my lips and tongue. My cock is leaking precum like crazy, filling the condom like a water balloon. I can feel his cock deep inside me, past my chest and somewhere deeper in. I know it shouldn’t be possible, but it feels so hot, I can barely think.

On and on he pounds my face, his huge dick hitting places inside me that I didn’t know about, and all of it felt incredible. I could feel my orgasm fast approaching, and he must have sensed it too, as he picked up the pace of his strokes. I feel it coming, the pleasure mounting, and then it keeps mounting, building, and building far beyond the point where I should be cumming. Yet still the pleasure continues to grow. This continues for what seems like an eternity, but then the pleasure hits a point and suddenly I can feel myself cumming.

Everything seems to go blank.

I come to some time later, feeling dizzy and disoriented. I’m flat on the ground, looking at the ceiling of the shop. The rows of clothes are back in their normal places. I stand up, looking around. I’m naked saved for a strange necklace, but between my legs all sign of my cock and balls are gone. Instead is a smooth bulge of flesh. I give it a few experimental touches, it feels sensitive but on the same level as my nipples; nice, but not going to get me off. I find my discarded clothes in a pile nearby and pull them on.

I find Brandon up front at the register. “So, is it done then?” I ask, unsure.

“Yea, I’ve got what I wanted. That charm should help stabilize things for you.”

I grinned at him and headed out the door. I’d missed a couple of classes, but I was feeling like lunch. Maybe I’ll go find some football players to milk some cum from.


Three Months Later

Since I got the charm from Brandon, I was able to get back to being a more normal college student. Sure, I sucked guys off instead of eating, but otherwise it was all pretty normal things. I did eventually learn I could eat regular food if I put enough cum on it, though that was often times tricky enough to manage as it was.

I fell into a regular routine of class and homework, with breaks to suck guys off regularly. Most guys in the dorm were happy to feed me a meal every now and then. It keeps them well satisfied, though I do have to rotate them out. Turns out it can take over a week for a guy to recover from me draining him dry.

Now it’s nearly time to head home for summer vacation. I’ll have to find a whole new set of guys to drain over the summer. Might have some difficulty, but I’m sure I’ll manage.


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