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She is insatiable when near me. She learned to speak all Germanic languages, is fluent in French, Italian, Russian, and was learning Chinese when she stopped taking the formula at week ten. She continued on her vastly accelerated learning pace for well over a month afterwards.
She is addicted, transformed, and an incredible physical specimen. Unlike the test group, unlike Jimmy, she learned from me. She learned to push her mind and body, and not waste any of the precious time allowed during her injection phase. She is the most dangerous, lethal, and best trained of all. She fit in all sorts of things that most of us might wish or say we will do in a matter of weeks, not years, or a lifetime.
She barely slept after week three. She didn’t need to. Her mind consumed everything it touched, including self-defense. She knew what horrors of attraction the infection might bring, the attentions of the men and women that might try to overpower her. She learned at a highly accelerated rate. What usually took years to acquire for one’s total self-defense, was learned within five weeks.
She is so far advanced in her profession, she corrects all her instructors for even the slightest error, but she does so not to demean, nor threaten, though it is impossible to not be intimidated in her presence. She exudes the breadth of knowledge she clearly carries, and it is awe inspiring. She is designing medical devices, her mind wrapping itself around solutions, for medical problems currently without treatments.
For her to be simply a doctor, treating patients, would be a complete waste. She will ultimately save millions, enrich lives, heal like no one before, she is on every medical radar in the country, and sought after by every leading health firm. Victoria Anders is my girl, and what an intimidating, powerful woman she was, and is becoming. I burst with pride.
I am there for her quiet times. When her hyper active mind must rest. I am the cure for her addiction. You might wonder how my first time with her, after Victoria’s consumption of the formula for over six weeks had gone. Both of us were much more reserved, muted, we were both ‘carriers’, and couldn’t inflame the other the same way. Don’t get me wrong, it was a surreal experience, she felt it too, like our aura’s were intermingling on another plain. It’s hard to describe, but there was the deepest satisfaction, the afterwards, the soulful, silent understandings of what we have been going through.
Did she get all horn dog, and ‘sleep’ with others? Of course. They were lame, lacking in mind, body, soul, and mostly dick. She was, and remains, a size queen, and the formula, left her in constant desire for sexual partners. I was the same way. If she wanted a man, she simply took him, she describes it as simple as a smile, a touch, while being in close proximity makes it a slam dunk. Did she ‘take’ women? Of course, they had no will to resist. She is infected with curiosity, testing her limits. No one has refused her, and I can’t blame her. No matter how much I try, I still wander off, and partake of particularly attractive women, but Victoria understands this ‘need’. Married? In a relationship? It doesn’t matter, it’s not a challenge. If we want it, we take it. It’s that simple.
Like Jimmy and myself, she had to explore, and study, what was happening to her in real life. Those poor souls. It’s bad enough she looks this good, but to be with her sexually, to be infected, it’s dangerous, risky behavior. When one of her suitors, so completely enamored, could not take “NO” for an answer, and attempted to take advantage of her ‘smaller’, weaker, female form, she easily overpowered him. She has the strength of an Olympian; she can handle herself quite well.
Like me, Victoria is a fit beast, with an ample healthy rack, and a sensual allure that goes well beyond any other woman. I love each step she takes when nude with her new rack, her breasts tweak back and forth, impacting each other, with just the right amount of bounce, her pussy, better lubricated, as if better designed to accept my massive cock. Her lips fuller, her waist smaller, and hips slightly bigger. Like me, her muscled body isn’t only strong and flexible, it allows for hyper extended periods of mind-altering sex. As if being stoned, combined with acid, resulting in a slow tripping buzz that lasts for hours on end. The greatest high imaginable.
There are only two men equipped well enough for her. She will marry one. As for the other? He is left tormenting his puppet master. He had reversed roles, destroyed Johnathan’s once tranquil home, leaving it an empty shell, along with its owner.
You’ve probably noticed I rarely mention my father. That has been purposeful. My father left us after I graduated high school. He lives nearby, we visit often, he lived in a personal hell, he stayed with my mother until I was out of high school, and nary a second longer. He could no longer live with a woman he could never satisfy. My family was a victim of Allen Zalinski. His taking of my mother, was just as damaging as it was for Victoria’s family. My mother became an unrequited size queen, and is to this very day.
Demented, unabashedly, she existed for a man such as Allen Zalinski. Even though the stench of the elder Zalinski wore off long ago. The residual side effects, of having been with a man with such a monstrous penis, and an insidious hidden ‘infection’, had done its lifelong damage. She, like Victoria’s mother, is celibate. They saw no reason to continue with a lie, they both encouraged their husbands to move on, or take on new lovers. They ‘loved’ them so much, so as to set them free, since they would never achieve the high bar that Allen Zalinski had set so incredibly high. Soiled, damaged, FUBAR, that was the neighborhood, the sexual disaster that took place when Victoria and I were just entering grade school. All from a smallish, untoward, awkward little man, whose penis stretched out over fifteen inches from his small body.
Jimmy, Victoria, myself, the three of us, are all much like Jimmy’s father, we leave a twisted trail of wreckage behind us. We have no conscience, no remorse, for we take what is ours, owed us. We live to conquer, to acquire and accumulate. Whatever lay within that formula disturbed our natural caring selves. Our compassion, is but a distant memory. Though I must add, that it has fueled Victoria’s motherly instincts into medicine, as if that fire needed any more accelerant. She remains as she once was.
Victoria and I hadn’t heard from Jimmy since he handed off the formula to me upon his leaving town. With his number no longer working, we wondered why he didn’t contact us. Especially me, since we exchanged numbers, and he would probably be curious as to my outcome from using the formula. Vicky and I were dining out, when her head came up suddenly, and demanded my iPhone. She went through my past calls, until she found what she was looking for …
“Hey dummy … look at this.” She exclaimed holding up my phone so I could see the number.
“Yeah. So what? I don’t know that number, besides, I don’t know anyone in Colorado.” I replied.
“Just so happens, that this is where Jimmy’s benefactor lives. I wonder why he didn’t leave a message? You must have cut it off when you saw the source.” Said Vicky, as I remembered hanging up each time, not allowing a message to go through, but then we both wondered why Jimmy didn’t text my number, keep calling, but then again, it is Jimmy, he’s never owned a smart phone until just last year. So, it did make some sense he wouldn’t know to text. Ya gotta remember, Jimmy lived in a world without smart phones, he lived in a much different world than our generation.
Victoria called, and immediately her eyes lit up.
“Hi Jimmy, it’s Victoria.” Said Vicky, as she explained ‘texting’ and that extreme care must be taken. She made it very clear they could not discuss ‘you know what’, until we hooked up with Jimmy in person, and that he could never speak a word of ‘it’ to anyone, not even to his ‘new’ girl Rosa. He understood, and we arranged to meet Jimmy during my spring break. We would drive out, and go over the dangers of what he shared with us.
Unknown to me, to all of us, I was outed to the world. Jimmy was rarely on the net, Victoria too busy to notice, but there was a video released on Pornhub, the infamous name … Muscled, Donkey Hung, Hulk Takes Three. It was me, showcased at my worst. Ripping apart three stone cold bitches at once. I remember it quite well. So did they. I was unforgettable, the comments read ‘fake dick’, ‘photoshopped’, and a litany of pronouncements that it was all staged, my size, enhanced in some way. Which made sense, I am far too large to be believed.
While none of us caught, nor noticed it, one man in particular did, a man long forgotten, a man whom once took part in a secret program, a former test subject, and from what he saw, he knew it was real, he knew what it meant. So, he questioned, ceaselessly enquiring his former employers at the Department of Defense about reengaging with the ‘project’, until someone within the military finally took notice.
What project is this idiot going on about? Well, eventually, they found out, and they tracked me down. Unknown to us all, I had inadvertently brought attention to myself, Jimmy, and Victoria. We were soon under intense observation; things were set in motion. They monitored our phones, silently, and covertly invaded our privacy, searched our homes, and apartments, with the sole exception being Jimmy’s home provided by his benefactor. They found nothing, but there was nothing to find. Victoria and I, fearful of what the formula could do if discovered, had taken care of it. Thankfully, they discovered us just a little too late to salvage the formula.
She is insatiable when near me. She learned to speak all Germanic languages, is fluent in French, Italian, Russian, and was learning Chinese when she stopped taking the formula at week ten. She continued on her vastly accelerated learning pace for well over a month afterwards.
She is addicted, transformed, and an incredible physical specimen. Unlike the test group, unlike Jimmy, she learned from me. She learned to push her mind and body, and not waste any of the precious time allowed during her injection phase. She is the most dangerous, lethal, and best trained of all. She fit in all sorts of things that most of us might wish or say we will do in a matter of weeks, not years, or a lifetime.
She barely slept after week three. She didn’t need to. Her mind consumed everything it touched, including self-defense. She knew what horrors of attraction the infection might bring, the attentions of the men and women that might try to overpower her. She learned at a highly accelerated rate. What usually took years to acquire for one’s total self-defense, was learned within five weeks.
She is so far advanced in her profession, she corrects all her instructors for even the slightest error, but she does so not to demean, nor threaten, though it is impossible to not be intimidated in her presence. She exudes the breadth of knowledge she clearly carries, and it is awe inspiring. She is designing medical devices, her mind wrapping itself around solutions, for medical problems currently without treatments.
For her to be simply a doctor, treating patients, would be a complete waste. She will ultimately save millions, enrich lives, heal like no one before, she is on every medical radar in the country, and sought after by every leading health firm. Victoria Anders is my girl, and what an intimidating, powerful woman she was, and is becoming. I burst with pride.
I am there for her quiet times. When her hyper active mind must rest. I am the cure for her addiction. You might wonder how my first time with her, after Victoria’s consumption of the formula for over six weeks had gone. Both of us were much more reserved, muted, we were both ‘carriers’, and couldn’t inflame the other the same way. Don’t get me wrong, it was a surreal experience, she felt it too, like our aura’s were intermingling on another plain. It’s hard to describe, but there was the deepest satisfaction, the afterwards, the soulful, silent understandings of what we have been going through.
Did she get all horn dog, and ‘sleep’ with others? Of course. They were lame, lacking in mind, body, soul, and mostly dick. She was, and remains, a size queen, and the formula, left her in constant desire for sexual partners. I was the same way. If she wanted a man, she simply took him, she describes it as simple as a smile, a touch, while being in close proximity makes it a slam dunk. Did she ‘take’ women? Of course, they had no will to resist. She is infected with curiosity, testing her limits. No one has refused her, and I can’t blame her. No matter how much I try, I still wander off, and partake of particularly attractive women, but Victoria understands this ‘need’. Married? In a relationship? It doesn’t matter, it’s not a challenge. If we want it, we take it. It’s that simple.
Like Jimmy and myself, she had to explore, and study, what was happening to her in real life. Those poor souls. It’s bad enough she looks this good, but to be with her sexually, to be infected, it’s dangerous, risky behavior. When one of her suitors, so completely enamored, could not take “NO” for an answer, and attempted to take advantage of her ‘smaller’, weaker, female form, she easily overpowered him. She has the strength of an Olympian; she can handle herself quite well.
Like me, Victoria is a fit beast, with an ample healthy rack, and a sensual allure that goes well beyond any other woman. I love each step she takes when nude with her new rack, her breasts tweak back and forth, impacting each other, with just the right amount of bounce, her pussy, better lubricated, as if better designed to accept my massive cock. Her lips fuller, her waist smaller, and hips slightly bigger. Like me, her muscled body isn’t only strong and flexible, it allows for hyper extended periods of mind-altering sex. As if being stoned, combined with acid, resulting in a slow tripping buzz that lasts for hours on end. The greatest high imaginable.
There are only two men equipped well enough for her. She will marry one. As for the other? He is left tormenting his puppet master. He had reversed roles, destroyed Johnathan’s once tranquil home, leaving it an empty shell, along with its owner.
You’ve probably noticed I rarely mention my father. That has been purposeful. My father left us after I graduated high school. He lives nearby, we visit often, he lived in a personal hell, he stayed with my mother until I was out of high school, and nary a second longer. He could no longer live with a woman he could never satisfy. My family was a victim of Allen Zalinski. His taking of my mother, was just as damaging as it was for Victoria’s family. My mother became an unrequited size queen, and is to this very day.
Demented, unabashedly, she existed for a man such as Allen Zalinski. Even though the stench of the elder Zalinski wore off long ago. The residual side effects, of having been with a man with such a monstrous penis, and an insidious hidden ‘infection’, had done its lifelong damage. She, like Victoria’s mother, is celibate. They saw no reason to continue with a lie, they both encouraged their husbands to move on, or take on new lovers. They ‘loved’ them so much, so as to set them free, since they would never achieve the high bar that Allen Zalinski had set so incredibly high. Soiled, damaged, FUBAR, that was the neighborhood, the sexual disaster that took place when Victoria and I were just entering grade school. All from a smallish, untoward, awkward little man, whose penis stretched out over fifteen inches from his small body.
Jimmy, Victoria, myself, the three of us, are all much like Jimmy’s father, we leave a twisted trail of wreckage behind us. We have no conscience, no remorse, for we take what is ours, owed us. We live to conquer, to acquire and accumulate. Whatever lay within that formula disturbed our natural caring selves. Our compassion, is but a distant memory. Though I must add, that it has fueled Victoria’s motherly instincts into medicine, as if that fire needed any more accelerant. She remains as she once was.
Victoria and I hadn’t heard from Jimmy since he handed off the formula to me upon his leaving town. With his number no longer working, we wondered why he didn’t contact us. Especially me, since we exchanged numbers, and he would probably be curious as to my outcome from using the formula. Vicky and I were dining out, when her head came up suddenly, and demanded my iPhone. She went through my past calls, until she found what she was looking for …
“Hey dummy … look at this.” She exclaimed holding up my phone so I could see the number.
“Yeah. So what? I don’t know that number, besides, I don’t know anyone in Colorado.” I replied.
“Just so happens, that this is where Jimmy’s benefactor lives. I wonder why he didn’t leave a message? You must have cut it off when you saw the source.” Said Vicky, as I remembered hanging up each time, not allowing a message to go through, but then we both wondered why Jimmy didn’t text my number, keep calling, but then again, it is Jimmy, he’s never owned a smart phone until just last year. So, it did make some sense he wouldn’t know to text. Ya gotta remember, Jimmy lived in a world without smart phones, he lived in a much different world than our generation.
Victoria called, and immediately her eyes lit up.
“Hi Jimmy, it’s Victoria.” Said Vicky, as she explained ‘texting’ and that extreme care must be taken. She made it very clear they could not discuss ‘you know what’, until we hooked up with Jimmy in person, and that he could never speak a word of ‘it’ to anyone, not even to his ‘new’ girl Rosa. He understood, and we arranged to meet Jimmy during my spring break. We would drive out, and go over the dangers of what he shared with us.
Unknown to me, to all of us, I was outed to the world. Jimmy was rarely on the net, Victoria too busy to notice, but there was a video released on Pornhub, the infamous name … Muscled, Donkey Hung, Hulk Takes Three. It was me, showcased at my worst. Ripping apart three stone cold bitches at once. I remember it quite well. So did they. I was unforgettable, the comments read ‘fake dick’, ‘photoshopped’, and a litany of pronouncements that it was all staged, my size, enhanced in some way. Which made sense, I am far too large to be believed.
While none of us caught, nor noticed it, one man in particular did, a man long forgotten, a man whom once took part in a secret program, a former test subject, and from what he saw, he knew it was real, he knew what it meant. So, he questioned, ceaselessly enquiring his former employers at the Department of Defense about reengaging with the ‘project’, until someone within the military finally took notice.
What project is this idiot going on about? Well, eventually, they found out, and they tracked me down. Unknown to us all, I had inadvertently brought attention to myself, Jimmy, and Victoria. We were soon under intense observation; things were set in motion. They monitored our phones, silently, and covertly invaded our privacy, searched our homes, and apartments, with the sole exception being Jimmy’s home provided by his benefactor. They found nothing, but there was nothing to find. Victoria and I, fearful of what the formula could do if discovered, had taken care of it. Thankfully, they discovered us just a little too late to salvage the formula.
Salamander
It is March, my spring break …
Our three minds met at a roadside restaurant in the small town of Bennett Colorado. Jimmy arrived late, and we could only recognize him from his short stature. He wasn’t the same little man whom left us some 8 months ago. Doubtless, his steps stuttered when he saw me. I am much bigger, and Victoria, more than a cup size bigger, her hair shimmers, her skin glows. We are the picture of health. Both, not as we once were.
“Damn, you guys look great.” Said Jimmy, offering his hand. He held mine in his, my mitts are solid, he could tell I could break his hand if I desired to do so, and yes, I am that strong. It’s ridiculous. I am at least three times as strong as I was before.
“You’re doing pretty well yourself.” Added Vicky, whom raised up and came in to kiss his cheek as he sat at our table. I won’t bore you with the pleasantries. Victoria took charge, and asked Jimmy for his phone and coat. She placed his phone inside a lead lined box we had brought along, and examined his coat, taking it to a nearby booth, and laying it there. She examined his glasses, and clothing. Jimmy said nothing, he understood, as did I. We couldn’t take any chances. It was our first in person ‘talk’ after eight months, and the issues are deadly serious.
Victoria laid out our concerns. Jimmy understood, absolutely no one could know how we became what we are. We were aware of our surroundings, as if guilty of something. Constantly looking about, ensuring no one was near us whom could hear what we were discussing.
I noticed him first, just as he came in. Upon first look, well dressed, black suit, black long coat, probably a business man, but at second glance, there were two men dressed similarly close behind. I didn’t notice if they arrived together, but as I watched them, so did Victoria. Her last words to Jimmy and I … “Let me do the talking.” At that, Jimmy went silent and turned to see them. The one whom came in first turned to the others, and whispered something to them. They immediately sat at a booth near the door. My spine tingled, as he approached us. Some things you just ‘know’. This fucker knows exactly who we are. I looked at Jimmy, he shrugged his shoulders, both Vicky and I wondered if he knew them by sight. It was clear he didn’t, and the picture in front of us, once cloudy, was about to become crystal clear.
“Don’t get up. Victoria Anders, James Zalinski, and last but not least, Matthew, our internet porn star. Probably unintentional, but just same, once it’s out there, you know how it is … you can’t get it back. I’m William, my last name is unimportant. Simply call me Bill, and don’t worry about my cohorts back there. They’re just along for the ride. They don’t know what I know.” I remembered what Victoria had said, so did Jimmy. We didn’t respond. We sat there with straight faces, almost guilty faces. Who is this guy? How does he know us?
“Okay Bill, you seem to have us at a disadvantage, who are you? And what do you want?” Asked Victoria, as Bill turned his attention to her.
“That’s what I figured. I was told not to lock horns with you, nor engage in verbal altercations, disguised as warfare. In your bio, you were described as ‘genius’. Any attempt to cajole, or entice you into a damning mistake … unlikely at best. I should go first, that would be the polite thing to do. I’m from the DIA. The Defense Intelligence Agency. I know, it’s all word salad. Government BS. But what brings me here, is the questioning mind of a former test subject from 1987, whom chanced upon Matthew’s massive penis online. You see, upon discovering Matthew, he reasoned a specific, top-secret project was back in gear, and he once again offered his services to his country.” Said Bill, as Victoria’s hand came out, she wanted ID, which he wordlessly provided. The second she took a look, it was all in her head. His entire ID committed to memory, for she wouldn’t forget a single number, emblem, detail or printed word. She then handed it back, satisfied that he was legit, and not a ‘plant’ from Jimmy’s boss. Allowing Bill, to continue.
“Initially, we didn’t understand what he was talking about, but eventually, after some digging, one of our people got the gist of it. You see, he wanted to rejoin the program, and after researching him, we had to ask, what program is this? What the hell is he babbling about? Didn’t take us long to figure out what must have happened, and yet there is so much to explore, so many … unknowns … hidden facets.”
“He was one of five test subjects, involved in stage three testing of a specific serum, whom were part of a research program called Salamander. It entailed attempts to regrow missing limbs from military personnel. It was a rousing success during trials with various small animals, and even primates. You know … they actually removed the limbs of chimps and gorilla’s during the testing phase by ripping them off. The limbs grew back within 8 weeks. It was quite exciting, the possibilities, the implications, enormous.” Said Bill, as he continued.
“Some of the first test group of volunteers suffered adverse side effects. One actually died. The second group had no success, but no life-threatening side effects. The last group, the third group, all men, were ‘complete’ volunteers, they knew, and understood the risks, and the risks, were plentiful. But they had seen the results with animals and primates. They were all in. So the testing proceeded, no adverse effects, but once again, there were no limb nor digit regenerations during, or long after, the test period had concluded. At the completion of the injections, all of them, to a man, had a deep desire to continue the program. Also, to a man, not a single one of them confessed what actually happened to them, that is … until the lead man of the project. One, Douglas Zalinski, apparently did some follow up work on his own, outside our reach and understanding, and discovered part of the truth.”
We said nothing. He offered us the back story, and all we could do was listen with silent appreciation of what took place those years ago. We were scared, we should be. It was the way he said it … ‘removed the limbs of chimps and gorilla’s by ripping them off.’ … as if he were considering it as an option for us. Victoria’s hand tightened its grip upon mine when he spoke those words, and I would die to protect her. My other hand formed a fist. If required, I could punch his nose back into his brain, kill him in an instant.
“All five men are alive today, and they confirmed that Dr. Zalinski contacted them, they also told us a strange tale of extreme genital growth. And of something they, nor the people involved with the testing process ever considered … ‘control’, a ‘hidden’ ingredient to the formula the good doctor, and his team didn’t understand, nor pick up on. I believe one of his few surviving papers described it as ‘euphoria’. A side effect, mirroring addiction. But these men didn’t just develop massive penis, they exuded something into the very air, that allowed them to control situations, to make people succumb to their will. It took them some time to realize it, but it exists to this day, and it exists … and I’m just guessing here … I’m pretty sure it exists in all three of you.”
“We checked Matthew’s safe deposit box. Nothing. We’ve searched the former Zalinski residence … nothing. We’ve searched your homes, places of business. We’ve been watching, waiting, monitoring, for the past 4 weeks. Your phone calls suggest something, but this ‘something’ … was never specified. The three of you careful, using ‘code’. To avoid divulging what you were talking about. Every road, every direction, has led to nothing. Frustration, is something I’m unused to. I’m used to getting my way, finding what I need, and in the end, delivering.”
“In order for this to remain ‘pain’ free, bloodless. I will remind you, that this is US Government property. The only channel, and clear possibility that this formula was released into the ‘wild’. Had to come from James Zalinski’s father Allen. A ‘gift’ of sorts, from a childless uncle, one Douglas Zalinski MD, to his only nephew, whom left the remainder to his only son, one James (Jimmy) Allen Zalinski.”
“Whose great uncle, Douglas Zalinski, was the only person capable of having a portion of the formula at his disposal. Almost all records of the project were lost. All five test subjects, have become millionaires, doubtless, a result of their ability to ‘influence’ people.”
“I’ve come for the remainder of the formula. Something as valuable as this, wouldn’t be destroyed, the economics of if forbid anything of the sort. Greed. Actually exists, it’s a tangible thing, and this formula … is worth billions. Surely you know that. So … where is it?”
He paused there. I’m guessing for dramatic effect. But it was already over. At least Victoria and I knew it, Jimmy appeared to be shitting his pants. Vicky picked up on it instantly.
“Relax Jimmy. He’s got nothing. There’s nothing to give. Check Matthew’s credit card. Doubtless you already have. Acetone. Purchased on February first of this year. Why? So, we could combine it with the remaining formula. Permanently destroying it. I’ll hazard a guess; you’ve taken blood from the test group, probably demanded it, and you’ll be wanting the same from us. I’ll also wager, that you’re getting nowhere with it. Dead ends … nothing but dead ends. We saw the value, the enormous wealth it could generate. We also saw the horrific consequences, if people like you, got a hold of this.”
“Weaponized, you could control populations, create men and women capable of waging war, custom design the drug to remove remorse, guilt, turn them into soulless killing machines, fearless warriors. The possibilities are enormous, the potential for misuse, could alter the face of the planet, ultimately lead to war, or wars, and quite possibly, the destruction of mankind.”
It is March, my spring break …
Our three minds met at a roadside restaurant in the small town of Bennett Colorado. Jimmy arrived late, and we could only recognize him from his short stature. He wasn’t the same little man whom left us some 8 months ago. Doubtless, his steps stuttered when he saw me. I am much bigger, and Victoria, more than a cup size bigger, her hair shimmers, her skin glows. We are the picture of health. Both, not as we once were.
“Damn, you guys look great.” Said Jimmy, offering his hand. He held mine in his, my mitts are solid, he could tell I could break his hand if I desired to do so, and yes, I am that strong. It’s ridiculous. I am at least three times as strong as I was before.
“You’re doing pretty well yourself.” Added Vicky, whom raised up and came in to kiss his cheek as he sat at our table. I won’t bore you with the pleasantries. Victoria took charge, and asked Jimmy for his phone and coat. She placed his phone inside a lead lined box we had brought along, and examined his coat, taking it to a nearby booth, and laying it there. She examined his glasses, and clothing. Jimmy said nothing, he understood, as did I. We couldn’t take any chances. It was our first in person ‘talk’ after eight months, and the issues are deadly serious.
Victoria laid out our concerns. Jimmy understood, absolutely no one could know how we became what we are. We were aware of our surroundings, as if guilty of something. Constantly looking about, ensuring no one was near us whom could hear what we were discussing.
I noticed him first, just as he came in. Upon first look, well dressed, black suit, black long coat, probably a business man, but at second glance, there were two men dressed similarly close behind. I didn’t notice if they arrived together, but as I watched them, so did Victoria. Her last words to Jimmy and I … “Let me do the talking.” At that, Jimmy went silent and turned to see them. The one whom came in first turned to the others, and whispered something to them. They immediately sat at a booth near the door. My spine tingled, as he approached us. Some things you just ‘know’. This fucker knows exactly who we are. I looked at Jimmy, he shrugged his shoulders, both Vicky and I wondered if he knew them by sight. It was clear he didn’t, and the picture in front of us, once cloudy, was about to become crystal clear.
“Don’t get up. Victoria Anders, James Zalinski, and last but not least, Matthew, our internet porn star. Probably unintentional, but just same, once it’s out there, you know how it is … you can’t get it back. I’m William, my last name is unimportant. Simply call me Bill, and don’t worry about my cohorts back there. They’re just along for the ride. They don’t know what I know.” I remembered what Victoria had said, so did Jimmy. We didn’t respond. We sat there with straight faces, almost guilty faces. Who is this guy? How does he know us?
“Okay Bill, you seem to have us at a disadvantage, who are you? And what do you want?” Asked Victoria, as Bill turned his attention to her.
“That’s what I figured. I was told not to lock horns with you, nor engage in verbal altercations, disguised as warfare. In your bio, you were described as ‘genius’. Any attempt to cajole, or entice you into a damning mistake … unlikely at best. I should go first, that would be the polite thing to do. I’m from the DIA. The Defense Intelligence Agency. I know, it’s all word salad. Government BS. But what brings me here, is the questioning mind of a former test subject from 1987, whom chanced upon Matthew’s massive penis online. You see, upon discovering Matthew, he reasoned a specific, top-secret project was back in gear, and he once again offered his services to his country.” Said Bill, as Victoria’s hand came out, she wanted ID, which he wordlessly provided. The second she took a look, it was all in her head. His entire ID committed to memory, for she wouldn’t forget a single number, emblem, detail or printed word. She then handed it back, satisfied that he was legit, and not a ‘plant’ from Jimmy’s boss. Allowing Bill, to continue.
“Initially, we didn’t understand what he was talking about, but eventually, after some digging, one of our people got the gist of it. You see, he wanted to rejoin the program, and after researching him, we had to ask, what program is this? What the hell is he babbling about? Didn’t take us long to figure out what must have happened, and yet there is so much to explore, so many … unknowns … hidden facets.”
“He was one of five test subjects, involved in stage three testing of a specific serum, whom were part of a research program called Salamander. It entailed attempts to regrow missing limbs from military personnel. It was a rousing success during trials with various small animals, and even primates. You know … they actually removed the limbs of chimps and gorilla’s during the testing phase by ripping them off. The limbs grew back within 8 weeks. It was quite exciting, the possibilities, the implications, enormous.” Said Bill, as he continued.
“Some of the first test group of volunteers suffered adverse side effects. One actually died. The second group had no success, but no life-threatening side effects. The last group, the third group, all men, were ‘complete’ volunteers, they knew, and understood the risks, and the risks, were plentiful. But they had seen the results with animals and primates. They were all in. So the testing proceeded, no adverse effects, but once again, there were no limb nor digit regenerations during, or long after, the test period had concluded. At the completion of the injections, all of them, to a man, had a deep desire to continue the program. Also, to a man, not a single one of them confessed what actually happened to them, that is … until the lead man of the project. One, Douglas Zalinski, apparently did some follow up work on his own, outside our reach and understanding, and discovered part of the truth.”
We said nothing. He offered us the back story, and all we could do was listen with silent appreciation of what took place those years ago. We were scared, we should be. It was the way he said it … ‘removed the limbs of chimps and gorilla’s by ripping them off.’ … as if he were considering it as an option for us. Victoria’s hand tightened its grip upon mine when he spoke those words, and I would die to protect her. My other hand formed a fist. If required, I could punch his nose back into his brain, kill him in an instant.
“All five men are alive today, and they confirmed that Dr. Zalinski contacted them, they also told us a strange tale of extreme genital growth. And of something they, nor the people involved with the testing process ever considered … ‘control’, a ‘hidden’ ingredient to the formula the good doctor, and his team didn’t understand, nor pick up on. I believe one of his few surviving papers described it as ‘euphoria’. A side effect, mirroring addiction. But these men didn’t just develop massive penis, they exuded something into the very air, that allowed them to control situations, to make people succumb to their will. It took them some time to realize it, but it exists to this day, and it exists … and I’m just guessing here … I’m pretty sure it exists in all three of you.”
“We checked Matthew’s safe deposit box. Nothing. We’ve searched the former Zalinski residence … nothing. We’ve searched your homes, places of business. We’ve been watching, waiting, monitoring, for the past 4 weeks. Your phone calls suggest something, but this ‘something’ … was never specified. The three of you careful, using ‘code’. To avoid divulging what you were talking about. Every road, every direction, has led to nothing. Frustration, is something I’m unused to. I’m used to getting my way, finding what I need, and in the end, delivering.”
“In order for this to remain ‘pain’ free, bloodless. I will remind you, that this is US Government property. The only channel, and clear possibility that this formula was released into the ‘wild’. Had to come from James Zalinski’s father Allen. A ‘gift’ of sorts, from a childless uncle, one Douglas Zalinski MD, to his only nephew, whom left the remainder to his only son, one James (Jimmy) Allen Zalinski.”
“Whose great uncle, Douglas Zalinski, was the only person capable of having a portion of the formula at his disposal. Almost all records of the project were lost. All five test subjects, have become millionaires, doubtless, a result of their ability to ‘influence’ people.”
“I’ve come for the remainder of the formula. Something as valuable as this, wouldn’t be destroyed, the economics of if forbid anything of the sort. Greed. Actually exists, it’s a tangible thing, and this formula … is worth billions. Surely you know that. So … where is it?”
He paused there. I’m guessing for dramatic effect. But it was already over. At least Victoria and I knew it, Jimmy appeared to be shitting his pants. Vicky picked up on it instantly.
“Relax Jimmy. He’s got nothing. There’s nothing to give. Check Matthew’s credit card. Doubtless you already have. Acetone. Purchased on February first of this year. Why? So, we could combine it with the remaining formula. Permanently destroying it. I’ll hazard a guess; you’ve taken blood from the test group, probably demanded it, and you’ll be wanting the same from us. I’ll also wager, that you’re getting nowhere with it. Dead ends … nothing but dead ends. We saw the value, the enormous wealth it could generate. We also saw the horrific consequences, if people like you, got a hold of this.”
“Weaponized, you could control populations, create men and women capable of waging war, custom design the drug to remove remorse, guilt, turn them into soulless killing machines, fearless warriors. The possibilities are enormous, the potential for misuse, could alter the face of the planet, ultimately lead to war, or wars, and quite possibly, the destruction of mankind.”
“Greed? That’s for children, men playing their ‘games’. Matthew is incredibly strong. He could rip you into pieces before your men over there could begin to protest. Any one of us could easily seduce you, turn you into our bitch. It wouldn’t matter if you’re straight, both Jimmy and Matt could ‘turn’ you within seconds. If you were a ‘straight’ woman, I’d have you at my mercy just as fast, and you wouldn’t even realize, nor consider what hit you. It would be as if … you were always ‘wired’ that way. That it was all meant to be.”
“You have no fucking idea what you would be dealing with, the consequences. The world is better off without it. Luckily, the research group was so laser focused on the regrowth of limbs, they were blinded to the very real, and incredibly ground breaking discovery they held in their fingertips. In a way, it was the ultimate weapon, instead of hounding us as thieves, you should consider the very real possibility, that we saved the world. I think we did, and unless you plan to charge us with something … we’re free to go. I could quote various statutes, and civil rights afforded us … word by word to that effect, both you and I know it.” Finished Victoria. She laid down a gauntlet, and there was no verbal reply. He knew he wasn’t sparing with just anyone; he was engaged in a mental cage match with a woman he couldn’t best. She could shred any faint, or any attempt to coerce us. Jimmy had already let out a long sigh. He knew it was over.
Yet, he couldn’t help himself. He was on a mission. No ‘little girl’, no matter how smart, nor gifted, would deter, nor keep him off target.
“It’s not that easy. You know that. I’m here to collect. You’re talking and talking, but you’re not giving me anything. I need proof, assurances, this is far from over …” Said Bill sitting upright, his elbows now on the table. His eyes were locked with Victoria’s, as her right hand came up and caressed his. The simple touch of her finger would leave a trace. Bill pulled back his hand before she could touch him, but it was already too late. It wasn’t just Victoria, it was Jimmy, it was me. I had inflated my massive dick when I felt Victoria was threatened, only now did he realize what was happening. He began to turn to his cohorts, as Victoria’s bare foot caressed his groin from under the table.
“My, my … someone’s already excited. I wonder which one of us got to him first?” Said Victoria, as our new ‘friend’ discovered, firsthand, the wonderous control we could exert over him.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re in no danger. Just let it happen. Let it encase you. What you’re feeling is a deep, building need to satisfy one, or all of us. You’re finding it impossible to stop, nor contain these feelings, even though, you know they are ‘wrong’, how confusing, and deeply frustrating that you can’t stop the desire, the need, to be with this person, or persons. I’m curious? Which one of us got to you. Whom do you seek?” Asked Victoria, as she sat back, her foot still massaging the near instantaneous erection of our latest conquest.
The look on his face priceless. He was helpless, a little fawn in the forest, frozen amongst a pack of hungry wolves. He wanted to stop this, to end this madness, but he couldn’t. The urges … far too strong, so completely overpowering, that one of his associates, noticed the strange ongoings, becoming sure, and aware, that something was amiss. Our table, suddenly very quiet.
“Bill … you okay?” Asked the inquisitive one, as Bill’s hand came up to ‘stop’ his advance. Bill wasn’t acting, he was seduced, completely, surely, he was strong willed, better than this, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t resist, the harder he pushed back, the more overtaken, and useless he became. I had already guessed.
I was right. It wasn’t Victoria, it wasn’t me, it was from the youngest, the most likely to be intimidated, afraid. Jimmy’s airborne seed had infected Bill, completely consumed him, as we all noticed his gaze, and attention, slowly turn to Jimmy. You could see his wheels spinning. The mind-numbing confusion, helpless to gain control of this situation.
He turned to the pair near the door, and ordered them outside. They inquired if he was okay.
“Yeah … yeah, I’m fine. I’m just working out my line of questioning. Everything’s alright.” Said Bill, still unable to turn his head away from us. His associates went outside, continuing to eye, and carefully study us from the windows.
As soon as they left, barely a word was spoken. None were needed, Bill’s right hand went to Jimmy’s left leg, and felt atop his thigh, then down along the side, only to be stopped by the gargantuan surging trapped tool, that filled, and tightened Jimmy’s pants to the point of tearing. Confined, unable to completely fill out. The huge head lingered at Jimmy’s knee. Bill gulped. He felt the enormity, moving his hand up and down Jimmy’s thigh, the heat, the beyond incredible nature of it.
“It’s okay. This is what happens. You’re understanding now. Even though you know the source, you’re powerless to control what’s happening. So, here’s what’s going to happen next. You’re going to let us go. You’re going to tell your superiors the remaining formula was destroyed. Since you know this is true.” Said Victoria, as Bill took in her instructions. Mindlessly nodding along.
“You know … I can’t … I can’t do that.” Said Bill, fighting back with all his might, but in the timber of his voice, the feeling was palpable, that he knew it was all over. All it would take is some mild reinforcement. From the very one whom owned and controlled him. Until now, silent, allowing Victoria to speak for all of us, but Bill would only hear one voice from now on, the only one that mattered.
“You will let Victoria and Matthew go, and you will follow my instructions to the letter. There can, nor will there be, any other way.” Said Jimmy, his confidence, sway, and control, insurmountable. Neither of us were threatened by Bill any longer. Victoria and I looked on as bystanders, watching Jimmy work his magic. For it was Jimmy whom had exerted this form of ‘control’ longer, with greater experience and searing depth than any of us. Strangely, I felt it, as did Victoria, that Jimmy’s ‘scent’ had also infected us to some degree. Which we assumed was impossible, since were both ‘carriers’.
“Goodbye guys. I got this.” Said Jimmy, as his fatal attraction dug deeper and deeper into Bill’s subconscious, his ability to stop this impossible event wilting away to a searing, gut wrenching need to be with Jimmy, to see, and experience the hellish, monstrous thing, that lay trapped against his thigh.
Jimmy reserved a room across the road at a dive motel, where he instructed Bill to meet him, to make the appropriate excuses, and be there by 10PM sharp. Bill left in taters, run over, incapable of refusing Jimmy’s orders. He suddenly had an insatiable taste for dick, he never had this urge before, but he wanted dick, a mountain of it. What lay against Jimmy’s thigh was impossible, his appetite wetted, it took all his strength and bravado to set his partners at ease. To convince them we didn’t pose a threat, the remaining formula, long destroyed. It’s one of his gifts, to know when someone is lying. He’s the boss, they didn’t question his decision, nor did they inquire as to why he stayed behind. He did so because he was told. He simply had no other option.
Before we left, Victoria laid it all out for Jimmy, what she wanted to know, whom the ‘test group 3’ people were, names, addresses, contact information. She didn’t take any chances, even going so far as to write Jimmy notes, and have him record the information, so nothing was lost. To repeat the questions, to ensure the information provided was clear and correct.
“You have no fucking idea what you would be dealing with, the consequences. The world is better off without it. Luckily, the research group was so laser focused on the regrowth of limbs, they were blinded to the very real, and incredibly ground breaking discovery they held in their fingertips. In a way, it was the ultimate weapon, instead of hounding us as thieves, you should consider the very real possibility, that we saved the world. I think we did, and unless you plan to charge us with something … we’re free to go. I could quote various statutes, and civil rights afforded us … word by word to that effect, both you and I know it.” Finished Victoria. She laid down a gauntlet, and there was no verbal reply. He knew he wasn’t sparing with just anyone; he was engaged in a mental cage match with a woman he couldn’t best. She could shred any faint, or any attempt to coerce us. Jimmy had already let out a long sigh. He knew it was over.
Yet, he couldn’t help himself. He was on a mission. No ‘little girl’, no matter how smart, nor gifted, would deter, nor keep him off target.
“It’s not that easy. You know that. I’m here to collect. You’re talking and talking, but you’re not giving me anything. I need proof, assurances, this is far from over …” Said Bill sitting upright, his elbows now on the table. His eyes were locked with Victoria’s, as her right hand came up and caressed his. The simple touch of her finger would leave a trace. Bill pulled back his hand before she could touch him, but it was already too late. It wasn’t just Victoria, it was Jimmy, it was me. I had inflated my massive dick when I felt Victoria was threatened, only now did he realize what was happening. He began to turn to his cohorts, as Victoria’s bare foot caressed his groin from under the table.
“My, my … someone’s already excited. I wonder which one of us got to him first?” Said Victoria, as our new ‘friend’ discovered, firsthand, the wonderous control we could exert over him.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re in no danger. Just let it happen. Let it encase you. What you’re feeling is a deep, building need to satisfy one, or all of us. You’re finding it impossible to stop, nor contain these feelings, even though, you know they are ‘wrong’, how confusing, and deeply frustrating that you can’t stop the desire, the need, to be with this person, or persons. I’m curious? Which one of us got to you. Whom do you seek?” Asked Victoria, as she sat back, her foot still massaging the near instantaneous erection of our latest conquest.
The look on his face priceless. He was helpless, a little fawn in the forest, frozen amongst a pack of hungry wolves. He wanted to stop this, to end this madness, but he couldn’t. The urges … far too strong, so completely overpowering, that one of his associates, noticed the strange ongoings, becoming sure, and aware, that something was amiss. Our table, suddenly very quiet.
“Bill … you okay?” Asked the inquisitive one, as Bill’s hand came up to ‘stop’ his advance. Bill wasn’t acting, he was seduced, completely, surely, he was strong willed, better than this, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t resist, the harder he pushed back, the more overtaken, and useless he became. I had already guessed.
I was right. It wasn’t Victoria, it wasn’t me, it was from the youngest, the most likely to be intimidated, afraid. Jimmy’s airborne seed had infected Bill, completely consumed him, as we all noticed his gaze, and attention, slowly turn to Jimmy. You could see his wheels spinning. The mind-numbing confusion, helpless to gain control of this situation.
He turned to the pair near the door, and ordered them outside. They inquired if he was okay.
“Yeah … yeah, I’m fine. I’m just working out my line of questioning. Everything’s alright.” Said Bill, still unable to turn his head away from us. His associates went outside, continuing to eye, and carefully study us from the windows.
As soon as they left, barely a word was spoken. None were needed, Bill’s right hand went to Jimmy’s left leg, and felt atop his thigh, then down along the side, only to be stopped by the gargantuan surging trapped tool, that filled, and tightened Jimmy’s pants to the point of tearing. Confined, unable to completely fill out. The huge head lingered at Jimmy’s knee. Bill gulped. He felt the enormity, moving his hand up and down Jimmy’s thigh, the heat, the beyond incredible nature of it.
“It’s okay. This is what happens. You’re understanding now. Even though you know the source, you’re powerless to control what’s happening. So, here’s what’s going to happen next. You’re going to let us go. You’re going to tell your superiors the remaining formula was destroyed. Since you know this is true.” Said Victoria, as Bill took in her instructions. Mindlessly nodding along.
“You know … I can’t … I can’t do that.” Said Bill, fighting back with all his might, but in the timber of his voice, the feeling was palpable, that he knew it was all over. All it would take is some mild reinforcement. From the very one whom owned and controlled him. Until now, silent, allowing Victoria to speak for all of us, but Bill would only hear one voice from now on, the only one that mattered.
“You will let Victoria and Matthew go, and you will follow my instructions to the letter. There can, nor will there be, any other way.” Said Jimmy, his confidence, sway, and control, insurmountable. Neither of us were threatened by Bill any longer. Victoria and I looked on as bystanders, watching Jimmy work his magic. For it was Jimmy whom had exerted this form of ‘control’ longer, with greater experience and searing depth than any of us. Strangely, I felt it, as did Victoria, that Jimmy’s ‘scent’ had also infected us to some degree. Which we assumed was impossible, since were both ‘carriers’.
“Goodbye guys. I got this.” Said Jimmy, as his fatal attraction dug deeper and deeper into Bill’s subconscious, his ability to stop this impossible event wilting away to a searing, gut wrenching need to be with Jimmy, to see, and experience the hellish, monstrous thing, that lay trapped against his thigh.
Jimmy reserved a room across the road at a dive motel, where he instructed Bill to meet him, to make the appropriate excuses, and be there by 10PM sharp. Bill left in taters, run over, incapable of refusing Jimmy’s orders. He suddenly had an insatiable taste for dick, he never had this urge before, but he wanted dick, a mountain of it. What lay against Jimmy’s thigh was impossible, his appetite wetted, it took all his strength and bravado to set his partners at ease. To convince them we didn’t pose a threat, the remaining formula, long destroyed. It’s one of his gifts, to know when someone is lying. He’s the boss, they didn’t question his decision, nor did they inquire as to why he stayed behind. He did so because he was told. He simply had no other option.
Before we left, Victoria laid it all out for Jimmy, what she wanted to know, whom the ‘test group 3’ people were, names, addresses, contact information. She didn’t take any chances, even going so far as to write Jimmy notes, and have him record the information, so nothing was lost. To repeat the questions, to ensure the information provided was clear and correct.
As if there was any doubt. Bill arrived on time, he answered all of Jimmy’s questions, he even added information he thought would help. He did this, as his new master displayed his horrendously massive flaccid cock, and ordered him around like the little bitch he had quickly become. Jimmy even recorded portions of it on his phone, to ensure he wouldn’t forget anything. Maybe not the brightest move, since they were undoubtedly still monitoring us, but the images of a federal agent being ‘taken’, forced to honor this muscled little man, and his gargantuan dick, had to be beyond unnerving, surreal. The graphic takedown that was about to happen, but also the verbal information that Victoria wanted for our own purposes, which Bill outlined in perfect detail.
Williams first time, was one which he would never forget, where he gave up his straight virginity, his superiors orders, and gave up his country, all for gargantuan dick, as Jimmy’s mighty tool inflated towards a horrendous, mind-numbing monstrosity, the likes of which, has no reasonable explanation.
At just under five feet tall, Jimmy towered over him, his massive tool being tended and adored, by the very man whom threatened to harm him only hours before. His surprise genuine, as the already mammoth tool expanded, as the totality of what confronted him was larger than any pictures, or video.
So much for the tough guy, as little Jimmy’s mammoth organ expanded in Bill’s grasp. His face mirrored those of the countless others that came before, as the fat prick easily separated his hands, as Jimmy grilled his latest admirer for the information we wanted, as he ordered Bill to show him his puny little cock, and hold it against that of his master’s still inflating prick. How easy it all was, how insidious, evil, and delicious, as Jimmy took Bill into the dark side, belittling, scolding, while laying out the proper way to worship the gargantuan organ, that propelled itself further, and further from Jimmy’s little body.
Jimmy lay his heavy huge prick over Bill’s shoulder, as the once aggressive federal agent, was now a pliant little bitch, as his tongue lathered Jimmy’s flexing sacks, as his sickly huge prick leaked endlessly over Bill’s back. Hands free, Bill came upon Jimmy’s feet and shins, his body quaking, as he administered to the nearly fully distended, grossly massive organ. It was still damp from his spit, as Jimmy pulled back the endless prick, as it slid over Bill’s shoulder to bounce wickedly against Jimmy’s thighs and shins. The huge head left trails of precum, it’s girth ever greater, and its length, overall volume, clearly impossible.
One handful of Jimmy’s inflated organ, dwarfed Bill’s pathetic cock, and as his second hand came in, he could feel the difference in weight, for it had ‘grown’ whilst over his back, and was becoming harder still. He gulped as he aimed the huge head at his face, his eyes traveling up the many fat inches, blurring as it grew towards a size that should kill Jimmy, as Jimmy entered his ‘dominate phase’, as he neared orgasm …
“Who’s the man now? That’s right. Stroke that huge fucker. Squeeze as hard as you want, you ain’t gonna hurt that thick dick. Lick it up. Go after it. Don’t waste that precum.” Said Jimmy, as Bill’s hands pulled the monstrous organ so hard, Jimmy’s entire body was swaying back and forth with each stroke of the supremely distended organ. Unlike when we had last seen him, Jimmy was bigger, both in length and thickness. His diet, and workouts with JT had paid off.
I’m guessing, it was the wide eyes, as Jimmy’s tool inflated towards orgasm, as Bill’s hands felt the already massive organ, flex and heave towards Jimmy’s ultimate release. The visual, as the grossly huge prick seemed to reach out, closer towards his startled face, separating his fingers ever further, but his surprise was only beginning …
Jimmy let loose a drenching load over his latest victim. His hands joined Bill’s, milking the gargantuan thing directly into his disbelieving face. Stinging the eyes, the sharp, heavy pulses, dug into his cheeks, and up his nose. As he tried to pull back, Jimmy’s arms reached out far from his body to gather Bill’s head, ordering him to “Take it! Take it like a man you fucking little bitch!” Said Jimmy, as his tool flexed and shot its humiliating load over Bill’s head, his leavings hot and salty, dripping endlessly from Bill’s chin and upon his kneeling legs. He had no idea, no inkling, of how incredibly powerful load Jimmy’s belching monster could deliver … he sure as fuck knew it now, as Jimmy’s pole continued to spurt the last remnants of his domineering load.
“Gather it up with your fingers … eat.” Ordered Jimmy, as Bill released the humongous organ, his cum stung eyes, blurry, incredulous, as the to the ultimate dimensions of Jimmy’s full erection. Even now, after his orgasm, it remained full hard, disturbingly so, as it bounced it a futile effort to rise. The head, always wet, always leaking, was still oozing, as Jimmy ordered Bill to lay flat, arms at his side, as Jimmy walked over him, lorded over him, as he dangled the monstrous dripping organ over Bill’s open mouth.
Quite the view, as Jimmy’s solid prick brushed his cheeks, bouncing in need, as Bill readily accepted Jimmy’s commands with zero protestation, nor hesitation. Grossly huge, Jimmy’s small legs made the humongous organ appear even larger, his huge balls confined, and rubbing against Jimmy’s legs.
Jimmy’s gargantuan flesh cannon, swayed as he turned from Bill, and ordered him to lick his asshole. No hesitation, no demand, to demeaning, as Jimmy sent Bill onto a journey he could never have believed could occur, not on this, or any other day.
Jimmy ultimately laid back after a second drenching load covered Bill’s soundly defeated mind and body, and watched as Bill sucked Jimmy’s toes, freeing it from the huge amount of cum he left there for Bill to partake. Not the day Bill expected, nor the depth of need, and desire to be with Jimmy, to obey, and honor above all others, including his country. Jimmy’s boundless control exerted a pained look from Bill. This is what he’s become, it can’t be, not like this, it’s simply not possible.
Bill was ordered to leave after bathing Jimmy. He did so without the slightest delay. I have no idea what went through his mind after what just transpired, but I do know this. Jimmy’s infection lay deep, much deeper than anything Jimmy did back at the beginning at his childhood home.
It would take more than a month to shake his infection. The images of what he had done, the grossly inappropriate things, how he gave in, the incredible invisible power Jimmy exuded over him. A nightmare brought to life, and the undying need to be with him again, the tug, the alure of being with the only man capable of ‘owning’ him. He would do it all again. He understood, it was real, palpable, inexplainable. I doubt he ever spoke of it to anyone, but he would never forget the ‘magic’, and evil appeal of it all.
Doubtless, Bill relentlessly beats his puny cock raw over his haunting memories of being with Jimmy.
I know I did, and still do. Been there. Done that.
Williams first time, was one which he would never forget, where he gave up his straight virginity, his superiors orders, and gave up his country, all for gargantuan dick, as Jimmy’s mighty tool inflated towards a horrendous, mind-numbing monstrosity, the likes of which, has no reasonable explanation.
At just under five feet tall, Jimmy towered over him, his massive tool being tended and adored, by the very man whom threatened to harm him only hours before. His surprise genuine, as the already mammoth tool expanded, as the totality of what confronted him was larger than any pictures, or video.
So much for the tough guy, as little Jimmy’s mammoth organ expanded in Bill’s grasp. His face mirrored those of the countless others that came before, as the fat prick easily separated his hands, as Jimmy grilled his latest admirer for the information we wanted, as he ordered Bill to show him his puny little cock, and hold it against that of his master’s still inflating prick. How easy it all was, how insidious, evil, and delicious, as Jimmy took Bill into the dark side, belittling, scolding, while laying out the proper way to worship the gargantuan organ, that propelled itself further, and further from Jimmy’s little body.
Jimmy lay his heavy huge prick over Bill’s shoulder, as the once aggressive federal agent, was now a pliant little bitch, as his tongue lathered Jimmy’s flexing sacks, as his sickly huge prick leaked endlessly over Bill’s back. Hands free, Bill came upon Jimmy’s feet and shins, his body quaking, as he administered to the nearly fully distended, grossly massive organ. It was still damp from his spit, as Jimmy pulled back the endless prick, as it slid over Bill’s shoulder to bounce wickedly against Jimmy’s thighs and shins. The huge head left trails of precum, it’s girth ever greater, and its length, overall volume, clearly impossible.
One handful of Jimmy’s inflated organ, dwarfed Bill’s pathetic cock, and as his second hand came in, he could feel the difference in weight, for it had ‘grown’ whilst over his back, and was becoming harder still. He gulped as he aimed the huge head at his face, his eyes traveling up the many fat inches, blurring as it grew towards a size that should kill Jimmy, as Jimmy entered his ‘dominate phase’, as he neared orgasm …
“Who’s the man now? That’s right. Stroke that huge fucker. Squeeze as hard as you want, you ain’t gonna hurt that thick dick. Lick it up. Go after it. Don’t waste that precum.” Said Jimmy, as Bill’s hands pulled the monstrous organ so hard, Jimmy’s entire body was swaying back and forth with each stroke of the supremely distended organ. Unlike when we had last seen him, Jimmy was bigger, both in length and thickness. His diet, and workouts with JT had paid off.
I’m guessing, it was the wide eyes, as Jimmy’s tool inflated towards orgasm, as Bill’s hands felt the already massive organ, flex and heave towards Jimmy’s ultimate release. The visual, as the grossly huge prick seemed to reach out, closer towards his startled face, separating his fingers ever further, but his surprise was only beginning …
Jimmy let loose a drenching load over his latest victim. His hands joined Bill’s, milking the gargantuan thing directly into his disbelieving face. Stinging the eyes, the sharp, heavy pulses, dug into his cheeks, and up his nose. As he tried to pull back, Jimmy’s arms reached out far from his body to gather Bill’s head, ordering him to “Take it! Take it like a man you fucking little bitch!” Said Jimmy, as his tool flexed and shot its humiliating load over Bill’s head, his leavings hot and salty, dripping endlessly from Bill’s chin and upon his kneeling legs. He had no idea, no inkling, of how incredibly powerful load Jimmy’s belching monster could deliver … he sure as fuck knew it now, as Jimmy’s pole continued to spurt the last remnants of his domineering load.
“Gather it up with your fingers … eat.” Ordered Jimmy, as Bill released the humongous organ, his cum stung eyes, blurry, incredulous, as the to the ultimate dimensions of Jimmy’s full erection. Even now, after his orgasm, it remained full hard, disturbingly so, as it bounced it a futile effort to rise. The head, always wet, always leaking, was still oozing, as Jimmy ordered Bill to lay flat, arms at his side, as Jimmy walked over him, lorded over him, as he dangled the monstrous dripping organ over Bill’s open mouth.
Quite the view, as Jimmy’s solid prick brushed his cheeks, bouncing in need, as Bill readily accepted Jimmy’s commands with zero protestation, nor hesitation. Grossly huge, Jimmy’s small legs made the humongous organ appear even larger, his huge balls confined, and rubbing against Jimmy’s legs.
Jimmy’s gargantuan flesh cannon, swayed as he turned from Bill, and ordered him to lick his asshole. No hesitation, no demand, to demeaning, as Jimmy sent Bill onto a journey he could never have believed could occur, not on this, or any other day.
Jimmy ultimately laid back after a second drenching load covered Bill’s soundly defeated mind and body, and watched as Bill sucked Jimmy’s toes, freeing it from the huge amount of cum he left there for Bill to partake. Not the day Bill expected, nor the depth of need, and desire to be with Jimmy, to obey, and honor above all others, including his country. Jimmy’s boundless control exerted a pained look from Bill. This is what he’s become, it can’t be, not like this, it’s simply not possible.
Bill was ordered to leave after bathing Jimmy. He did so without the slightest delay. I have no idea what went through his mind after what just transpired, but I do know this. Jimmy’s infection lay deep, much deeper than anything Jimmy did back at the beginning at his childhood home.
It would take more than a month to shake his infection. The images of what he had done, the grossly inappropriate things, how he gave in, the incredible invisible power Jimmy exuded over him. A nightmare brought to life, and the undying need to be with him again, the tug, the alure of being with the only man capable of ‘owning’ him. He would do it all again. He understood, it was real, palpable, inexplainable. I doubt he ever spoke of it to anyone, but he would never forget the ‘magic’, and evil appeal of it all.
Doubtless, Bill relentlessly beats his puny cock raw over his haunting memories of being with Jimmy.
I know I did, and still do. Been there. Done that.
Well it feels like you wrapped it up, but I hope not. I want to hear more about Rosa and her capacity since she has become a regular. More about Victoria's capacities since the transformation would also be great.
It has been great reading all of your stories. I discovered Norman first and finally checked all of your threads to find the rest. Are there more? Have you posted others else where? Your stories are almost as addicting as some of your characters in them...Thanks
It has been great reading all of your stories. I discovered Norman first and finally checked all of your threads to find the rest. Are there more? Have you posted others else where? Your stories are almost as addicting as some of your characters in them...Thanks
It was nice to have a detour to add some back story to how the formula came to be.. an offshoot of a secret govt formula..
But have you figured out what Jimmy will do back "home", now that he has dominated his benefactor?
But have you figured out what Jimmy will do back "home", now that he has dominated his benefactor?
Thanks for the compliments.
I've only published my stories here, so you've probably seen them all. Not quite finished with this one, but close. I've been told I could list them on other sites for sale, but they can be time consuming. If I were to move to another site and list a story, they would be new ones. I feel I'm still working out the bugs so to speak. Even though I published 'The Neighbor' almost ten years ago, I feel I the need to get better at my story telling.
Thanks for reading. C
Jimmy's never going 'home'. He's always looking forward, not behind. His benefactor is completely under Jimmy's spell, or infection, and has no remaining control over Jimmy, not even monetary. Jimmy's infection is solid and sure, and will remain so, as long as his benefactor remains in contact with Jimmy before the infection has a chance to ebb and disappear.
His benefactor has fed the beast, muscled the beast, and while he might regret what he's done, he simply has no other option, Jimmy dominates, and you'll soon see, just how mighty his hold over others is beyond dispute, nor challenge.
Not over, working out some of the kinks, thanks for asking. C
Meeting the ‘new’ Jimmy
After our meeting with Jimmy, and the intervention of some unwanted government agents, Victoria and I returned to our room, and I plugged the fuck out of her. Never bigger, never better. Jimmy’s infection of Bill had somehow crossed over into us, leaving us both in a hugely elevated level of sexual heat.
We didn’t simply fuck, we ravaged each other, whatever he let loose silently consumed us. I wanted to break her in half, force in every inch of my massively swollen prick. We felt like superheroes. It was fucking nuts. It was our best ever, never more exhausting, nor fulfilling.
The next morning, Victoria and I went at it again, I swear I was in her so deep I was punching her lungs. Our intention was to meet Jimmy for lunch at our ski resort outside Denver. We had our lunch, then retired to our suite, curious, since we wanted to gather the information he accumulated, and visit with him, for possibly the last time. If our meeting, went any further, into sexual territory, I would no longer be the submissive. In fact, I hoped it would lead to something sexual, to settle the score. So sure was I, that I was his equal, and well beyond, as my muscled body easily dwarfed his. I was under no illusion that I had equaled or surpassed him, I was fucking sure of it, so to, was Victoria.
Impossible to forget, the images once implanted by Jimmy’s infection upon us those months ago had been seared into our permanent memory. Being away from him for roughly 8 months didn’t diminish what he once was. I am massively endowed, ‘changed’ and muscled, it was Jimmy’s turn to bow to me, to honor what I’ve become.
He shared the information he had gathered. Even going to so far as to show a short video of his ‘torture’ of a federal agent. Victoria shot a glance my way, mouthing the words ‘It can’t be?’ whilst shaking her head. I figured it was the video, adding a few inches and pounds to Jimmy’s mammoth cock. He appeared bigger, maybe the images are distorted in some way. But we would soon find out, the images from his phone weren’t exaggerated, nor enhanced. It was always Jimmy, it had always been, and would always be Jimmy. He had the smirk, he carried himself the same way, always the little shit, the little boss baby.
As if he could read our minds, we offered a threesome, to which he agreed with a slight nod and mischievous grin. Did he understand the challenge presented? Did he still think he was able to control us? We’re users of the formula, just as he is, he can’t be under any illusion that he’s going to maintain any semblance of control over us.
Deep inside, I had this nagging feeling, that Victoria and I were both headed down a familiar path, with a an already predetermined outcome. So confident were Victoria and myself, but the images on his phone? Were they a harbinger of things to come? Did Jimmy ‘grow’ bigger? Is that even possible? You know that sick feeling in your gut, the warning signs, that this isn’t going to go as planned, but you still go forward, down a familiar path, unable to stop the inevitable?
As Jimmy began to undress, his muscled body so much smaller than my own, but the change in his physique went beyond impressive. We could both see the hulking organ as his pants and underwear were lowered in one slow motion reveal, as we both displayed our flaccid cocks to a dripping a Victoria, it was Jimmy, whom would surprise, and make us feel like it was our first time all over again. How Rosa, Victoria, nor anyone could handle the ‘new’ Jimmy, would be a fucking freakish miracle of nature.
I’ve become monstrous, but it was Jimmy whom was both longer, and thicker than we remembered. He was completely soft, both longer and thicker than I could believe. Victoria’s eyes bulged, as his soft cock swayed back and forth, belying the incredible nature of its heft, and frightening ability to fill out, from its present form. Sickly soft and pliable, more beautiful, and more tempting than ever.
He could see how massive my cock had become. It should affect him in some way, but he didn’t even raise an eyebrow. If he felt challenged by me, he was sure hiding it pretty damn well. But his ‘new’ flaccid size was daunting. He’s off the juice, so how the hell could he appear to be bigger?
“How many weeks did you inject?” Asked Jimmy, as his mammoth cock flexed and began to slowly distend towards the floor.
“Eleven.” I replied, and in that short space of time, I realized … I wasn’t in Jimmy’s league. He was adding more volume in those few seconds than Victoria nor I could understand. His growth excited me, as my huge prick swung into action. I was determined to match him, to equal his giant cock, but it was hopeless, as a sick feeling began to permeate within me.
“I shot up for fifteen weeks.” Said Jimmy quickly, as a matter of fact, as his humongous organ eased towards my full size, and continued to inflate, while my own cock surged to a full hardness in honor of his ghastly huge organ. Both Victoria and I were speechless, just as we were that first night when we witnessed his greatness, as Jimmy’s tool passed his old size, and surged towards completely impossible dimensions. My prior suggestions, and descriptions of his size were provided by Jimmy. I had no reason to doubt him, but I did doubt him. His pronouncements of his massive dimensions of his solid prick must be exaggerations. I was only recording his stories for the historical record, but he wasn’t only matching his self-descriptions, I was stunned to see that he was surpassing them.
He was giving us an enlightening show of his ultimate potential, the result of 15 weeks of injections. Jimmy didn’t stop at ten weeks. He was a man child, with a little dick, and he wanted more, and without a best friend to talk to, no one to confide in. A belittled loner, this little waif was left only to himself, to his own devices. A slight teenager, whom had been battered and bullied his entire life. He described his puny dick, a little dick for a little body, and as it grew from week to week, so did his need to get bigger, and bigger still.
I had to gulp, for his organ inflated further, closer to the floor than we remembered, sickly huge, the head leaked as it always had, this time, the distance travelled was much longer, the thickness daunting, as Jimmy tightened his little body, displaying the hard-earned cuts JT had forced his body to become.
I looked at Victoria, having to touch her, to force her to look towards me, for it appeared as if we were both as we were during our first time with him. Jimmy’s ‘infection’ somehow stronger than before, our surprise genuine, that Jimmy’s control wasn’t limited to those whom were regular people, but to us as well. We should be immune; this can’t be happening again? Not again? It’s not possible … were like he is, we took the same formula, this isn’t possible …
“That’s right, take it all in. Both longer and thicker than before … and look at my body … I’m fucking cut. Nothing like Matthew, but then again, neither of you expected this. I know you feel it … don’t think for a second you can fool me. The level of control I enjoy over both of you is building, and is nothing like it was before. With my new size, and physical improvements, I’m more a monster than you can comprehend.” Said Jimmy, with a clarity, and the utmost of confidence, well beyond his years, stunningly secure, that he was much more than we had imagined.
“Kneel at my feet, and partake my bigger and better horse cock … come now, don’t make me wait. You didn’t think you could control me? Force me to your will? Little ole Jimmy? Please bitches, please.” Said Jimmy, as both Victoria and I were sent to our knees in an instant, unable to stop ourselves, unable to take our eyes off Jimmy’s gargantuan hammer. Our estimation of our situation completely unhinged within the space of a few minutes, as the air filled with Jimmy’s superior, and infinitely more powerful airborne ‘seed’.
Jimmy allowed us this honor, just as he had during our first night with him. It seemed so long ago, impossible that we could return to that time, but just as before, we were weak, unable to stop ourselves from submitting. As our hands explored his massive dripping prick, we could feel the difference, the heat never so great, as our minds marveled at the still erecting masterpiece, and the hard muscled body he now enjoyed. He got off on it. So sure were we, that his control or influence over us was over, never, could we expect him to dominate and control us again, but here we were, helpless little bitches as we knelt at his feet, as his gargantuan cock continued to fill out.
After our meeting with Jimmy, and the intervention of some unwanted government agents, Victoria and I returned to our room, and I plugged the fuck out of her. Never bigger, never better. Jimmy’s infection of Bill had somehow crossed over into us, leaving us both in a hugely elevated level of sexual heat.
We didn’t simply fuck, we ravaged each other, whatever he let loose silently consumed us. I wanted to break her in half, force in every inch of my massively swollen prick. We felt like superheroes. It was fucking nuts. It was our best ever, never more exhausting, nor fulfilling.
The next morning, Victoria and I went at it again, I swear I was in her so deep I was punching her lungs. Our intention was to meet Jimmy for lunch at our ski resort outside Denver. We had our lunch, then retired to our suite, curious, since we wanted to gather the information he accumulated, and visit with him, for possibly the last time. If our meeting, went any further, into sexual territory, I would no longer be the submissive. In fact, I hoped it would lead to something sexual, to settle the score. So sure was I, that I was his equal, and well beyond, as my muscled body easily dwarfed his. I was under no illusion that I had equaled or surpassed him, I was fucking sure of it, so to, was Victoria.
Impossible to forget, the images once implanted by Jimmy’s infection upon us those months ago had been seared into our permanent memory. Being away from him for roughly 8 months didn’t diminish what he once was. I am massively endowed, ‘changed’ and muscled, it was Jimmy’s turn to bow to me, to honor what I’ve become.
He shared the information he had gathered. Even going to so far as to show a short video of his ‘torture’ of a federal agent. Victoria shot a glance my way, mouthing the words ‘It can’t be?’ whilst shaking her head. I figured it was the video, adding a few inches and pounds to Jimmy’s mammoth cock. He appeared bigger, maybe the images are distorted in some way. But we would soon find out, the images from his phone weren’t exaggerated, nor enhanced. It was always Jimmy, it had always been, and would always be Jimmy. He had the smirk, he carried himself the same way, always the little shit, the little boss baby.
As if he could read our minds, we offered a threesome, to which he agreed with a slight nod and mischievous grin. Did he understand the challenge presented? Did he still think he was able to control us? We’re users of the formula, just as he is, he can’t be under any illusion that he’s going to maintain any semblance of control over us.
Deep inside, I had this nagging feeling, that Victoria and I were both headed down a familiar path, with a an already predetermined outcome. So confident were Victoria and myself, but the images on his phone? Were they a harbinger of things to come? Did Jimmy ‘grow’ bigger? Is that even possible? You know that sick feeling in your gut, the warning signs, that this isn’t going to go as planned, but you still go forward, down a familiar path, unable to stop the inevitable?
As Jimmy began to undress, his muscled body so much smaller than my own, but the change in his physique went beyond impressive. We could both see the hulking organ as his pants and underwear were lowered in one slow motion reveal, as we both displayed our flaccid cocks to a dripping a Victoria, it was Jimmy, whom would surprise, and make us feel like it was our first time all over again. How Rosa, Victoria, nor anyone could handle the ‘new’ Jimmy, would be a fucking freakish miracle of nature.
I’ve become monstrous, but it was Jimmy whom was both longer, and thicker than we remembered. He was completely soft, both longer and thicker than I could believe. Victoria’s eyes bulged, as his soft cock swayed back and forth, belying the incredible nature of its heft, and frightening ability to fill out, from its present form. Sickly soft and pliable, more beautiful, and more tempting than ever.
He could see how massive my cock had become. It should affect him in some way, but he didn’t even raise an eyebrow. If he felt challenged by me, he was sure hiding it pretty damn well. But his ‘new’ flaccid size was daunting. He’s off the juice, so how the hell could he appear to be bigger?
“How many weeks did you inject?” Asked Jimmy, as his mammoth cock flexed and began to slowly distend towards the floor.
“Eleven.” I replied, and in that short space of time, I realized … I wasn’t in Jimmy’s league. He was adding more volume in those few seconds than Victoria nor I could understand. His growth excited me, as my huge prick swung into action. I was determined to match him, to equal his giant cock, but it was hopeless, as a sick feeling began to permeate within me.
“I shot up for fifteen weeks.” Said Jimmy quickly, as a matter of fact, as his humongous organ eased towards my full size, and continued to inflate, while my own cock surged to a full hardness in honor of his ghastly huge organ. Both Victoria and I were speechless, just as we were that first night when we witnessed his greatness, as Jimmy’s tool passed his old size, and surged towards completely impossible dimensions. My prior suggestions, and descriptions of his size were provided by Jimmy. I had no reason to doubt him, but I did doubt him. His pronouncements of his massive dimensions of his solid prick must be exaggerations. I was only recording his stories for the historical record, but he wasn’t only matching his self-descriptions, I was stunned to see that he was surpassing them.
He was giving us an enlightening show of his ultimate potential, the result of 15 weeks of injections. Jimmy didn’t stop at ten weeks. He was a man child, with a little dick, and he wanted more, and without a best friend to talk to, no one to confide in. A belittled loner, this little waif was left only to himself, to his own devices. A slight teenager, whom had been battered and bullied his entire life. He described his puny dick, a little dick for a little body, and as it grew from week to week, so did his need to get bigger, and bigger still.
I had to gulp, for his organ inflated further, closer to the floor than we remembered, sickly huge, the head leaked as it always had, this time, the distance travelled was much longer, the thickness daunting, as Jimmy tightened his little body, displaying the hard-earned cuts JT had forced his body to become.
I looked at Victoria, having to touch her, to force her to look towards me, for it appeared as if we were both as we were during our first time with him. Jimmy’s ‘infection’ somehow stronger than before, our surprise genuine, that Jimmy’s control wasn’t limited to those whom were regular people, but to us as well. We should be immune; this can’t be happening again? Not again? It’s not possible … were like he is, we took the same formula, this isn’t possible …
“That’s right, take it all in. Both longer and thicker than before … and look at my body … I’m fucking cut. Nothing like Matthew, but then again, neither of you expected this. I know you feel it … don’t think for a second you can fool me. The level of control I enjoy over both of you is building, and is nothing like it was before. With my new size, and physical improvements, I’m more a monster than you can comprehend.” Said Jimmy, with a clarity, and the utmost of confidence, well beyond his years, stunningly secure, that he was much more than we had imagined.
“Kneel at my feet, and partake my bigger and better horse cock … come now, don’t make me wait. You didn’t think you could control me? Force me to your will? Little ole Jimmy? Please bitches, please.” Said Jimmy, as both Victoria and I were sent to our knees in an instant, unable to stop ourselves, unable to take our eyes off Jimmy’s gargantuan hammer. Our estimation of our situation completely unhinged within the space of a few minutes, as the air filled with Jimmy’s superior, and infinitely more powerful airborne ‘seed’.
Jimmy allowed us this honor, just as he had during our first night with him. It seemed so long ago, impossible that we could return to that time, but just as before, we were weak, unable to stop ourselves from submitting. As our hands explored his massive dripping prick, we could feel the difference, the heat never so great, as our minds marveled at the still erecting masterpiece, and the hard muscled body he now enjoyed. He got off on it. So sure were we, that his control or influence over us was over, never, could we expect him to dominate and control us again, but here we were, helpless little bitches as we knelt at his feet, as his gargantuan cock continued to fill out.
“Yeah, I’m bigger than before. It’s fucking Rosa’s fault, the diet she put me on, plus JT’s workouts. My better conditioning somehow added to my cock’s growth. You both see it, sense it, feel it in the very air. I’m betting Matt thought he was my equal, but it’s not even close. Come now little ones. Get to work on my huge ass dick and balls.” Said Jimmy with indomitable confidence, as Victoria slid down towards his huge balls, and fat shaft in an instant, my powerful body, reduced to rubber, my knees weak, as I too, lathered up his monstrous dick, to worship, the true boss cock.
“That’s right. Admit it, you missed the real boss. Now get to it, service that huge fucker. Get it bigger. Work it … yeah, just like that.” Said Jimmy, patting our collective heads. We had seen a picture of Rosa, how could she? How could she ever accept this hog dick inside her body. As Victoria’s hand rubbed the solid cuts of Jimmy’s abs, I too, felt the powerful hard body he now enjoyed. The little shit had it all working, as the mammoth head of his cock leaked at his feet, puddling a huge amount of precum, his hot shaft riddled with ever defining veins, that belied his ever-aroused nature, his cock, so much bigger than before, baffling, pushing me to want to be just as big, driven, by new, sick, twisted desires.
Between my muscled thighs, my monstrous cock edged out further. I had this image of my cock being this size one day. As both Victoria and I labored over Jimmy’s swollen fat prick. Longer, thicker than before, his loads, possibly bigger and better than ever, his stallion self, his controlling nature more mature, cultivated, advanced, as he led us on an journey in which we had no control, our destiny, completely in his hands.
I was ordered to warm Victoria up. The little shit wanted me to work her over before he took her. So she could feel, and experience the difference. Jimmy’s cock would fit, but his girth was greater than mine by a very visible amount. Seemingly impossible, but very noticeable, as his mammoth hammer drifted incredibly close to the floor. No wonder Johnathan Stephen’s kept his distance, for his recordings, from the first day, up until the time he knelt at Jimmy’s feet showed the incredible, measurable growth of Jimmy’s gargantuan tool since his arrival.
Useless to but a handful of souls. He should rip Rosa in half, and somehow, incredibly, his sway and pull over us was brought back in full, uncontrolled force. We couldn’t resist him, nor stop ourselves, no matter how we might try. For whatever he wanted, we did. To prove it, he had me tongue his asshole, told Victoria to do the same, she did so eagerly, we were his bitches all over again, the room soon reeks of his loads, and mine, as I let loose a massive sweet load at his feet, and drenched Victoria’s body as he ordered me to do.
Whatever lay inside that formula, had an insidious effect upon us both. Jimmy was the only one whom appeared completely immune from its effects. He had me warm her up alright. I laid my huge dick deep and hard, but my eyes drifted towards Jimmy, I couldn’t believe how succulent, and tasty his huge hammer appeared, and how much bigger he was than myself. I was astounded, incredulous at his ‘new’ size.
As I pulled free of Victoria, her first orgasm still reverberating from her body. I was so proud, as my completely swollen fat prick hung so far between my muscled thighs. I am gargantuan, but as Jimmy lightly pushed me aside, I witnessed the true enormity of what lay between his thighs. I bet they could hear my ‘gulp’ from the hallway, as Victoria’s bleary eyes beheld the gargantuan tool Jimmy prodded over her gapping pussy. Now, is the time to rescue the love of my life, yet I am a plaint pussy, as Jimmy rubbed his huge hammer over her body, displaying the heavy super-sized monstrosity he could now become.
The initial insertion made me feel small, and that’s impossible, I am fucking monstrous, but the bigger cock was only beginning its journey. Her pussy, her entire body was being folded inward upon Jimmy’s insertion of his monstrous organ. He was ripping her open to a new experience. I was a mouth breather, a helpless cuckhold to the dominate male. I could crush him physically, yet his aura is too strong, his cock infinitely more powerful, as Victoria cums and cums upon Jimmy’s fatefully swollen monster.
“Go ahead, tell the truth, who’s better baby, tell him, tell me, scream it out loud and proud.” Said Jimmy, knowing full well, his orders would be obeyed to the letter.
No matter how much she wanted to deny it, Victoria admitted that it was better with Jimmy, even with my vastly better body and good looks, her orgasms could not be any higher, nor deeper than with her ‘true master’. I should be free of this bullshit, but here I am, a cuckhold, just as weak as I was before, as Jimmy followed me up, and laid his mammoth tool into Victoria, further stretching her out. I tried to convince myself it was the moment, only the moment, and his incredibly powerful infection, but I could sense something else, as my huge prick let loose another load upon the floor, as Jimmy’s fat cock wormed orgasm after orgasm from Victoria’s writhing convulsing body.
As strong as I am physically, he still commands my respect and awe. His ‘infection’ more exact, more lethal, more ‘true’, better refined, so much stronger than I could deliver, nor believe possible. I was helpless, my physical superiority worthless in his presence. I am an idiot, assuming I would be the dominate male. His orders were clear and simple … ‘hold her open, spread her legs wide as I fuck her with my bigger dick’. I did so without pause, as my huge prick bounced in need, unable to pleasure myself, since he denied me this option, as he picked up his gargantuan heavy hammer, and placed it up, upon Victoria’s sweaty body.
I am monstrous, I have a cock bigger than any man, any man but one, as he rubbed the hellish thing up her body to her chin, then back towards his place of intended entry. Menacing, clearly thicker than me, it should rip Victoria open, her constant moaning only drove the knife deeper, as Jimmy lined up his tortuously bigger organ, to take her from me, just as he had done before.
I tower over him, could rip in half, yet I do as he commands, and wince as his mammoth hammer takes Victoria higher and higher. To places I only dream to send her. Her body hotter than ever, better able to handle both Jimmy and myself, her strength, along with mine, so much greater, but Jimmy’s infection is slowly draining us, sapping us of our new found energy and strength. I witness his fat invader penetrate her slim muscled body, her abdomen is rising with each insertion, his size so great, her body is forced to adjust, or be torn apart. It should hurt, but the only hurt she carries is the worst kind, as Jimmy takes her as he did that first night those many months ago. Both Victoria and I were foolish, as Jimmy’s mammoth organ slid deeply inside her, stretching her out for what was to come.
Her body accepted the ‘new’ Jimmy again and again. I held her ankles, felt the rippling orgasms as his bigger organ tore into her ‘new’ body. She was stronger, smarter, and like me, completely helpless, and taken in by Jimmy’s infection. God help us, but those ‘normal’ human souls? How could they cope with this giant of a man. A sexual fiend, a sexual antihero, whom must be driving his victims towards insanity. How could they live past these moments with him, fully addicted to his insidious, deeper, more horrific ‘infection’?
I saw the glory of it, the full totality of what Jimmy’s mammoth prick could achieve. Victoria was a bloody mess, ripped open from the magnitude of what gushed forth, as his load was deposited upon her gapping pussy, as he showered us both with a twisting rainbow of cum that littered us in his baby batter. Intended, purposeful, mostly, he wanted to show me the truly gargantuan nature of his mutant prick, and I will never forget. He succeeded well beyond any reasonable expectation. I am forever humbled.
I was left a stuttering fool, my muscled body dripped of his huge load. Victoria’s wounds not as serious at it looked, but it wasn’t the physical part of her I was worried about. Jimmy’s infection had a hold so strong over both of us, I was literally quaking with fear. A fear laced with deep need, and relentless want, to see his huge pole take Victoria again and again.
Just as it was long before, the air was filled with his nasty nature, he loved his total control, he fully understood the powerful exertion of virtually unlimited power he held over us. The air was thick with it, and he wanted to make it painfully clear, that he was in total command. I am consumed by envy, I could crush him, beat him to death, but I am weak, unable to harm the one whom leads, and takes from us what we once thought we were.
“That’s right. Admit it, you missed the real boss. Now get to it, service that huge fucker. Get it bigger. Work it … yeah, just like that.” Said Jimmy, patting our collective heads. We had seen a picture of Rosa, how could she? How could she ever accept this hog dick inside her body. As Victoria’s hand rubbed the solid cuts of Jimmy’s abs, I too, felt the powerful hard body he now enjoyed. The little shit had it all working, as the mammoth head of his cock leaked at his feet, puddling a huge amount of precum, his hot shaft riddled with ever defining veins, that belied his ever-aroused nature, his cock, so much bigger than before, baffling, pushing me to want to be just as big, driven, by new, sick, twisted desires.
Between my muscled thighs, my monstrous cock edged out further. I had this image of my cock being this size one day. As both Victoria and I labored over Jimmy’s swollen fat prick. Longer, thicker than before, his loads, possibly bigger and better than ever, his stallion self, his controlling nature more mature, cultivated, advanced, as he led us on an journey in which we had no control, our destiny, completely in his hands.
I was ordered to warm Victoria up. The little shit wanted me to work her over before he took her. So she could feel, and experience the difference. Jimmy’s cock would fit, but his girth was greater than mine by a very visible amount. Seemingly impossible, but very noticeable, as his mammoth hammer drifted incredibly close to the floor. No wonder Johnathan Stephen’s kept his distance, for his recordings, from the first day, up until the time he knelt at Jimmy’s feet showed the incredible, measurable growth of Jimmy’s gargantuan tool since his arrival.
Useless to but a handful of souls. He should rip Rosa in half, and somehow, incredibly, his sway and pull over us was brought back in full, uncontrolled force. We couldn’t resist him, nor stop ourselves, no matter how we might try. For whatever he wanted, we did. To prove it, he had me tongue his asshole, told Victoria to do the same, she did so eagerly, we were his bitches all over again, the room soon reeks of his loads, and mine, as I let loose a massive sweet load at his feet, and drenched Victoria’s body as he ordered me to do.
Whatever lay inside that formula, had an insidious effect upon us both. Jimmy was the only one whom appeared completely immune from its effects. He had me warm her up alright. I laid my huge dick deep and hard, but my eyes drifted towards Jimmy, I couldn’t believe how succulent, and tasty his huge hammer appeared, and how much bigger he was than myself. I was astounded, incredulous at his ‘new’ size.
As I pulled free of Victoria, her first orgasm still reverberating from her body. I was so proud, as my completely swollen fat prick hung so far between my muscled thighs. I am gargantuan, but as Jimmy lightly pushed me aside, I witnessed the true enormity of what lay between his thighs. I bet they could hear my ‘gulp’ from the hallway, as Victoria’s bleary eyes beheld the gargantuan tool Jimmy prodded over her gapping pussy. Now, is the time to rescue the love of my life, yet I am a plaint pussy, as Jimmy rubbed his huge hammer over her body, displaying the heavy super-sized monstrosity he could now become.
The initial insertion made me feel small, and that’s impossible, I am fucking monstrous, but the bigger cock was only beginning its journey. Her pussy, her entire body was being folded inward upon Jimmy’s insertion of his monstrous organ. He was ripping her open to a new experience. I was a mouth breather, a helpless cuckhold to the dominate male. I could crush him physically, yet his aura is too strong, his cock infinitely more powerful, as Victoria cums and cums upon Jimmy’s fatefully swollen monster.
“Go ahead, tell the truth, who’s better baby, tell him, tell me, scream it out loud and proud.” Said Jimmy, knowing full well, his orders would be obeyed to the letter.
No matter how much she wanted to deny it, Victoria admitted that it was better with Jimmy, even with my vastly better body and good looks, her orgasms could not be any higher, nor deeper than with her ‘true master’. I should be free of this bullshit, but here I am, a cuckhold, just as weak as I was before, as Jimmy followed me up, and laid his mammoth tool into Victoria, further stretching her out. I tried to convince myself it was the moment, only the moment, and his incredibly powerful infection, but I could sense something else, as my huge prick let loose another load upon the floor, as Jimmy’s fat cock wormed orgasm after orgasm from Victoria’s writhing convulsing body.
As strong as I am physically, he still commands my respect and awe. His ‘infection’ more exact, more lethal, more ‘true’, better refined, so much stronger than I could deliver, nor believe possible. I was helpless, my physical superiority worthless in his presence. I am an idiot, assuming I would be the dominate male. His orders were clear and simple … ‘hold her open, spread her legs wide as I fuck her with my bigger dick’. I did so without pause, as my huge prick bounced in need, unable to pleasure myself, since he denied me this option, as he picked up his gargantuan heavy hammer, and placed it up, upon Victoria’s sweaty body.
I am monstrous, I have a cock bigger than any man, any man but one, as he rubbed the hellish thing up her body to her chin, then back towards his place of intended entry. Menacing, clearly thicker than me, it should rip Victoria open, her constant moaning only drove the knife deeper, as Jimmy lined up his tortuously bigger organ, to take her from me, just as he had done before.
I tower over him, could rip in half, yet I do as he commands, and wince as his mammoth hammer takes Victoria higher and higher. To places I only dream to send her. Her body hotter than ever, better able to handle both Jimmy and myself, her strength, along with mine, so much greater, but Jimmy’s infection is slowly draining us, sapping us of our new found energy and strength. I witness his fat invader penetrate her slim muscled body, her abdomen is rising with each insertion, his size so great, her body is forced to adjust, or be torn apart. It should hurt, but the only hurt she carries is the worst kind, as Jimmy takes her as he did that first night those many months ago. Both Victoria and I were foolish, as Jimmy’s mammoth organ slid deeply inside her, stretching her out for what was to come.
Her body accepted the ‘new’ Jimmy again and again. I held her ankles, felt the rippling orgasms as his bigger organ tore into her ‘new’ body. She was stronger, smarter, and like me, completely helpless, and taken in by Jimmy’s infection. God help us, but those ‘normal’ human souls? How could they cope with this giant of a man. A sexual fiend, a sexual antihero, whom must be driving his victims towards insanity. How could they live past these moments with him, fully addicted to his insidious, deeper, more horrific ‘infection’?
I saw the glory of it, the full totality of what Jimmy’s mammoth prick could achieve. Victoria was a bloody mess, ripped open from the magnitude of what gushed forth, as his load was deposited upon her gapping pussy, as he showered us both with a twisting rainbow of cum that littered us in his baby batter. Intended, purposeful, mostly, he wanted to show me the truly gargantuan nature of his mutant prick, and I will never forget. He succeeded well beyond any reasonable expectation. I am forever humbled.
I was left a stuttering fool, my muscled body dripped of his huge load. Victoria’s wounds not as serious at it looked, but it wasn’t the physical part of her I was worried about. Jimmy’s infection had a hold so strong over both of us, I was literally quaking with fear. A fear laced with deep need, and relentless want, to see his huge pole take Victoria again and again.
Just as it was long before, the air was filled with his nasty nature, he loved his total control, he fully understood the powerful exertion of virtually unlimited power he held over us. The air was thick with it, and he wanted to make it painfully clear, that he was in total command. I am consumed by envy, I could crush him, beat him to death, but I am weak, unable to harm the one whom leads, and takes from us what we once thought we were.
He ordered me to follow him up, so she could feel the difference. Sure, Victoria was clamping down on me, but I had entered where something vastly bigger had recently been. She didn’t feel the same, and although she came, and hard, from my massive prick, I was confronted by the eerie reality of what Jimmy’s size, and mostly infection had done to us both. He pushed me aside, and shoved his bigger, completely massive tool into her again. Bleeding or not, he didn’t fucking care. His own desire fed by the hellish knowledge that he, and he alone, controlled anyone caught in his sexual path.
He was still the alpha, would always be the alpha, as his mammoth prick took over, bringing Victoria towards a sexual peak that left her a mumbling little girl. A sight so sickening, so deflating, as Jimmy’s gargantuan tool fully expanded inside her, as he lathered her insides with his monstrous load, pulling free his hulking, bulging organ, to display its horrendous mass, and impossible dimensions.
She could no longer function, and thankfully didn’t witness, nor hear, my lusting’s for Jimmy’s fully enraged, beyond gargantuan organ. I ate his dick, her cum and his, and worshipped the little shit’s fully aroused organ, as mine lay pulsing between my thighs. He drenched me, then ordered me about like the little muscled bitch I surely was. He was reinforcing his complete dominance, something neither Victoria, nor I could ever imagine happening again, which made our submission so deeply scary, and disturbing.
He paused to call someone, and within a few minutes Rosa appeared. She is barely five feet two, there is no way in hell her body can accept the ‘new’ Jimmy inside her. We were about to be awakened. She didn’t even blink at our naked bodies. Only a pleasant smile and handshake, so fucking cute, she eyed my massive prick, looking it up and down, licking her lips, as Jimmy stood beside her. Jimmy was not fully erect, but even now, both longer and thicker than me at full fucking staff. Rosa should be dead. Maybe she is a ghost, for Jimmy’s cock is far too large for one so tiny.
Manners don’t have any sway here. I stroked my huge prick to full hard as Rosa disrobed. A delicious hardbody, whom knew full well the wishes of her master. He nodded to the bed, and ordered me to eat out Rosa, which I did without hesitation. He stood nearby, rubbing her firm breasts, as his mammoth cock lay over her body, my view of the heavy prick, kept me rock hard, it was so long and fat to begin with, as it began to swell and push the huge head ever further from his little body.
She liked what I was doing, my technique honed from hours with Victoria, whom had become demanding in teaching me the proper way to eat pussy. Rosa was a tasty little thing, her torso smaller than Victoria’s. The math didn’t add up, that Jimmy could impale her with over a foot of dick? Impossible.
Victoria exclaimed … “Damn baby!” When she saw me rise up. I was stallion stiff, abused, and probably never bigger. My enhanced cock, fully inflated, was still smaller than Jimmy’s as he ordered me to enter Rosa’s little body. The sensation was alien, surreal as I eased in my fully erect prick. She was sopping wet, her juices flowed up under my huge dick, and dripped down towards my balls as I pushed forward.
I cringed, thinking I would kill her. Normal people would easily make that assumption. Rosa is so fucking tiny. She felt ‘different’ from Victoria, as I watched my huge hammer being consumed, as if it were nothing. Inch after fat inch, to the point where Victoria would’ve long bottomed out.
Astonished, as my initial thrust was met with no resistance, past ten, past eleven, past a fucking foot. I was never bigger, nor never more surprised in my life. Her circus performer credentials were above reproach, as my monstrous tool kept advancing, until nearly the entire thing was consumed. A warm velvet vise encased nearly all my massive prick. Victoria’s mouth hung open in amazement, as I pulled back, and let loose with the best fuck of my life. Sorry baby, but Rosa’s little body was built to fuck the ‘beeg deek’, and she could take it like a fucking champ.
I railed that little whore, picking her up, completely impaled upon my huge prick, she came, hard, and plenty, as my monstrous organ ripped through her with everything I had. The sensations were different, her ability to take me, nearly all of me, left me breathless. I imagined I was the fuck of her life by her reactions, I was soon to see otherwise, as I thrusted my fully hard prick into her as hard and as deeply as I could, until my load leaked from her sweat soaked body. My chest was heaving, sweat rolling down my muscled hulk like body, as Jimmy, with just a nod of his head, ordered me aside. He was about to show me … how it’s done.
In the end, I merely loosened her up, an appetizer to the main course. I was quaking in need for her. I loved all she could take, and her reactions. I didn’t know her for shit, and I laid almost all my dick into that little thing, but as Jimmy lined up his gargantuan tool. Both Victoria and I wondered if Rosa needed saving. Neither of us had seen Jimmy’s cock like this, never so thick, nor wondrously monstrous. His freak pole spread little Rosa wide, as his fat cock wormed its way inside her. I swear we could hear her body adjusting, tissue tearing, as Jimmy forced in an incredible amount of his fat flesh cannon.
I admit I probably went deeper into her, but he was damn close, his thickness was astounding. He was with his girl, he allowed me to enter her, and now, I could see the difference, so could anyone, as Jimmy’s already mammoth cock expanded a noticeable amount, as he fucked Rosa like a rag doll. She didn’t speak a word of English the entire time, she was in utter rapture. Ruined, soiled by Jimmy’s all powerful horse cock, and insidious deep infection. I was good, but Jimmy was so much better, little Rosa should be dead, he was fucking her so hard, so deep. It still sends chills down my spine just to think of it.
No one laid pipe like that in the history of mankind. No woman, ever took so much. Scary big, Jimmy’s size should cripple or kill, but it was Rosa, whose body displayed the incredible experience of being taken by something so outlandish, that it left both Victoria and I covered in goosebumps, and utter awe.
Victoria watched, enchanted, seemingly jealous, as Rosa accepted an astonishing amount of fat horse cock. I beat off my huge dick, trying to ‘will’ it towards Jimmy’s astonishing dimensions. I fell short, as Jimmy’s elephant’s trunk expands towards orgasm. Rosa is mumbling, their union is a mass of fluids and sick sounds, as Jimmy’s fully aroused prick is shredding Rosa, breaking her down, as the alpha male orders me to face him, as Victoria comes in closer, and closer still. Jimmy is about to pop, as am I, as is Victoria, as Rosa’s body folds under the pressure of an orgasm, the likes of which is mind altering.
“Fucking lord.” Is the utterance of Victoria, as Jimmy slowly pulled free of Rosa’s quaking body. Inch after incredible fat inch of endless hot cock. I held mine aloft. I knew what he wanted, and as he pulled it completely free … I lost it, shooting my load over his gigantic prick, as my load cascaded onto Victoria’s body, as he used both his hands to hold aloft his now jerking tool, as it heaved its heavy load in my direction. He dwarfed me. We had no idea, how the hell could we know? My eyes kept traveling up and down the length of his spurting tool, back to Victoria, back to the gapping mass that was once Rosa’s sweet pussy, as Jimmy laid down an impossibly huge load.
The room reeked of sweating bodies, cum, the sweet smell of sex permeated ever facet of our experience, as Rosa’s many orgasms left her weaker and weaker, as Jimmy slapped her face, so she not pass out, as he ordered her to witness the two biggest cocks in the entire world.
I never came so hard in my life, and it was all in honor of Jimmy. My tortured cock never bigger, but no match for the monstrosity that protruded from Jimmy’s smaller body. Victoria’s head and body were covered in our combined loads, as both our cocks continued to jet forth into her face, her eyes closed as the powerful blasts slowly subsided, as Rosa’s head slowly fell back.
Covered in the drenching stain of two massive dicks, Victoria began the task of cleaning the incredibly aroused organs. Neither of us losing a fraction of what we had become. I could swear Jimmy’s tool inflated a fraction more, as his eyes admired his hulking organ, both longer and thicker than he was when we first saw him. Insanely huge is Jimmy, and insane is my desire, for I want to be that size, just as long and thick, and just as dominate.
He was still the alpha, would always be the alpha, as his mammoth prick took over, bringing Victoria towards a sexual peak that left her a mumbling little girl. A sight so sickening, so deflating, as Jimmy’s gargantuan tool fully expanded inside her, as he lathered her insides with his monstrous load, pulling free his hulking, bulging organ, to display its horrendous mass, and impossible dimensions.
She could no longer function, and thankfully didn’t witness, nor hear, my lusting’s for Jimmy’s fully enraged, beyond gargantuan organ. I ate his dick, her cum and his, and worshipped the little shit’s fully aroused organ, as mine lay pulsing between my thighs. He drenched me, then ordered me about like the little muscled bitch I surely was. He was reinforcing his complete dominance, something neither Victoria, nor I could ever imagine happening again, which made our submission so deeply scary, and disturbing.
He paused to call someone, and within a few minutes Rosa appeared. She is barely five feet two, there is no way in hell her body can accept the ‘new’ Jimmy inside her. We were about to be awakened. She didn’t even blink at our naked bodies. Only a pleasant smile and handshake, so fucking cute, she eyed my massive prick, looking it up and down, licking her lips, as Jimmy stood beside her. Jimmy was not fully erect, but even now, both longer and thicker than me at full fucking staff. Rosa should be dead. Maybe she is a ghost, for Jimmy’s cock is far too large for one so tiny.
Manners don’t have any sway here. I stroked my huge prick to full hard as Rosa disrobed. A delicious hardbody, whom knew full well the wishes of her master. He nodded to the bed, and ordered me to eat out Rosa, which I did without hesitation. He stood nearby, rubbing her firm breasts, as his mammoth cock lay over her body, my view of the heavy prick, kept me rock hard, it was so long and fat to begin with, as it began to swell and push the huge head ever further from his little body.
She liked what I was doing, my technique honed from hours with Victoria, whom had become demanding in teaching me the proper way to eat pussy. Rosa was a tasty little thing, her torso smaller than Victoria’s. The math didn’t add up, that Jimmy could impale her with over a foot of dick? Impossible.
Victoria exclaimed … “Damn baby!” When she saw me rise up. I was stallion stiff, abused, and probably never bigger. My enhanced cock, fully inflated, was still smaller than Jimmy’s as he ordered me to enter Rosa’s little body. The sensation was alien, surreal as I eased in my fully erect prick. She was sopping wet, her juices flowed up under my huge dick, and dripped down towards my balls as I pushed forward.
I cringed, thinking I would kill her. Normal people would easily make that assumption. Rosa is so fucking tiny. She felt ‘different’ from Victoria, as I watched my huge hammer being consumed, as if it were nothing. Inch after fat inch, to the point where Victoria would’ve long bottomed out.
Astonished, as my initial thrust was met with no resistance, past ten, past eleven, past a fucking foot. I was never bigger, nor never more surprised in my life. Her circus performer credentials were above reproach, as my monstrous tool kept advancing, until nearly the entire thing was consumed. A warm velvet vise encased nearly all my massive prick. Victoria’s mouth hung open in amazement, as I pulled back, and let loose with the best fuck of my life. Sorry baby, but Rosa’s little body was built to fuck the ‘beeg deek’, and she could take it like a fucking champ.
I railed that little whore, picking her up, completely impaled upon my huge prick, she came, hard, and plenty, as my monstrous organ ripped through her with everything I had. The sensations were different, her ability to take me, nearly all of me, left me breathless. I imagined I was the fuck of her life by her reactions, I was soon to see otherwise, as I thrusted my fully hard prick into her as hard and as deeply as I could, until my load leaked from her sweat soaked body. My chest was heaving, sweat rolling down my muscled hulk like body, as Jimmy, with just a nod of his head, ordered me aside. He was about to show me … how it’s done.
In the end, I merely loosened her up, an appetizer to the main course. I was quaking in need for her. I loved all she could take, and her reactions. I didn’t know her for shit, and I laid almost all my dick into that little thing, but as Jimmy lined up his gargantuan tool. Both Victoria and I wondered if Rosa needed saving. Neither of us had seen Jimmy’s cock like this, never so thick, nor wondrously monstrous. His freak pole spread little Rosa wide, as his fat cock wormed its way inside her. I swear we could hear her body adjusting, tissue tearing, as Jimmy forced in an incredible amount of his fat flesh cannon.
I admit I probably went deeper into her, but he was damn close, his thickness was astounding. He was with his girl, he allowed me to enter her, and now, I could see the difference, so could anyone, as Jimmy’s already mammoth cock expanded a noticeable amount, as he fucked Rosa like a rag doll. She didn’t speak a word of English the entire time, she was in utter rapture. Ruined, soiled by Jimmy’s all powerful horse cock, and insidious deep infection. I was good, but Jimmy was so much better, little Rosa should be dead, he was fucking her so hard, so deep. It still sends chills down my spine just to think of it.
No one laid pipe like that in the history of mankind. No woman, ever took so much. Scary big, Jimmy’s size should cripple or kill, but it was Rosa, whose body displayed the incredible experience of being taken by something so outlandish, that it left both Victoria and I covered in goosebumps, and utter awe.
Victoria watched, enchanted, seemingly jealous, as Rosa accepted an astonishing amount of fat horse cock. I beat off my huge dick, trying to ‘will’ it towards Jimmy’s astonishing dimensions. I fell short, as Jimmy’s elephant’s trunk expands towards orgasm. Rosa is mumbling, their union is a mass of fluids and sick sounds, as Jimmy’s fully aroused prick is shredding Rosa, breaking her down, as the alpha male orders me to face him, as Victoria comes in closer, and closer still. Jimmy is about to pop, as am I, as is Victoria, as Rosa’s body folds under the pressure of an orgasm, the likes of which is mind altering.
“Fucking lord.” Is the utterance of Victoria, as Jimmy slowly pulled free of Rosa’s quaking body. Inch after incredible fat inch of endless hot cock. I held mine aloft. I knew what he wanted, and as he pulled it completely free … I lost it, shooting my load over his gigantic prick, as my load cascaded onto Victoria’s body, as he used both his hands to hold aloft his now jerking tool, as it heaved its heavy load in my direction. He dwarfed me. We had no idea, how the hell could we know? My eyes kept traveling up and down the length of his spurting tool, back to Victoria, back to the gapping mass that was once Rosa’s sweet pussy, as Jimmy laid down an impossibly huge load.
The room reeked of sweating bodies, cum, the sweet smell of sex permeated ever facet of our experience, as Rosa’s many orgasms left her weaker and weaker, as Jimmy slapped her face, so she not pass out, as he ordered her to witness the two biggest cocks in the entire world.
I never came so hard in my life, and it was all in honor of Jimmy. My tortured cock never bigger, but no match for the monstrosity that protruded from Jimmy’s smaller body. Victoria’s head and body were covered in our combined loads, as both our cocks continued to jet forth into her face, her eyes closed as the powerful blasts slowly subsided, as Rosa’s head slowly fell back.
Covered in the drenching stain of two massive dicks, Victoria began the task of cleaning the incredibly aroused organs. Neither of us losing a fraction of what we had become. I could swear Jimmy’s tool inflated a fraction more, as his eyes admired his hulking organ, both longer and thicker than he was when we first saw him. Insanely huge is Jimmy, and insane is my desire, for I want to be that size, just as long and thick, and just as dominate.
Both Victoria and I are living in a confusing nightmare. It’s impossible for Jimmy to level this kind of hold over us, and most unnerving, and unwavering, is our deep need to want to control him. Our infection is indeed a curse of sorts, it makes us ‘greater’ than normal people, but insidiously helpless when faced with a more dominate strain, and nothing is more powerful, nor dominate than Jimmy’s infection, the ‘curse’ of fifteen weeks of injections.
He smiles a wicked smile, his teeth perfect, his little body brimming with muscle, as his enormous pole is prodded over Rosa’s barely conscious body. Her pussy still gapes from his previous penetration, as the head is slowly massaged over a pussy, on a body too small to ever handle a portion of his raging hard prick.
Its insertion is noisy, and purposeful, as he slowly enters her, as his pace began to quicken, his cock, their union, impossible, his dick so huge it should rip her apart. To the uninitiated, Rosa needed rescuing. Victoria and I merely watched the show, both masturbating over the impossibly monstrous organ, that should kill the both of them.
One should die from being entered, the other, simply shouldn’t be able to function. “My God!” Said Victoria, as Jimmy’s mammoth cannon began to expand, and deliver a soul, and body crushing fuck, ultimately cumming deep into Rosa’s small body. Rosa was a mumbling mess, as Jimmy proudly looked our way, as he began to withdraw his humongous hammer. Both our jaws dropped as the head began to appear. John Stephen’s never should’ve taken Jimmy into his home, we shouldn’t have done this.
It’s our first time all over again, as Victoria’s hand came up to cover her mouth. I am an idiot. He fucking dwarfs me. He orders us to partake his fully inflated tool. As I begin to hold it, I shudder, for he makes my cock feel puny. I am anything but. Rosa took over a foot of this thing inside her body, his huge load is leaking from her gapping pussy, as Victoria and I lick and gather their combined fluids off the endless fat prick.
Four times he came. I came five times, mostly at our feet, as Victoria and I did his bidding. Almost four hours’ worth, and at the end, there he stood, his gargantuan tool ready for more. Insidious, completely impossible, the head still leaked at his feet, as he sat down upon the chair, the mammoth head and shaft resting upon the floor.
Victoria was coming to, I was kneeling, covered in his sticky, sickly filth, my hulking muscled body helpless to his needs, to his desires, his commands. Jimmy’s dominance, shook me, even with my taking the formula, and Victoria’s vastly superior mind, we easily melted at his feet. Our ‘sexual high’ still fully engaged, as Jimmy surmised, we had seen, and been through enough. As he returned to Earth, to the teenage boy he still was. As if his ‘anger’ at being challenged had ebbed. Foolish we were, to think we could ‘control’ Jimmy in the least.
“I’d say I was sorry, but you both thought you were my equal. You clearly are not. I am the dominate of us, and felt you needed a gentle reminder. I wanted to reenforce my message, and make clear this fact. You do understand this, don’t you?” He said to both Victoria and myself. For we were both sure our ‘new’ selves, had easily surpassed or equaled him. Somehow, he still could exude a sick control over us both. His hold on regular people, must be incredibly stronger than we know. My little prank in an elevator, is nothing compared to the overwhelming level of infection he can deliver.
He ordered me to clean him up in the shower. Our huge cocks colliding and playfully bouncing against each other the entire time whilst I bathed him, and his hanging gargantuan masterpiece. If I am anything, I am stubborn, I knew I shouldn’t, but I did it anyway. I told him to honor me, to get down and service my huge prick. Thinking somehow, that the sound of my voice, my bigger body, and determined nature might break him down. I was gravely mistaken. He laughed it off, and proceeded to order me to my knees. I dropped like a fucking pussy; it was all too easy for him.
I shudder when I think about how powerless I was with him. He drove home his message a second time. Thankfully Victoria did not see me ‘honor’ Jimmy as the federal agent had done. My submission was sickening. I cringe, thinking about it, reassuring myself that I was ‘helpless’. But I fucking loved it, loved him for it, no matter how sick or depraved it all became.
As he ‘finished’ up with me, the water falling down upon our glistening bodies, confident this ‘event’ over I began to stand, but I was mistaken, I would require another ‘lesson’. It was his touch upon my shoulder, that once again sent me to my knees. This time, Victoria watched from outside the shower as I honored Jimmy, to my ultimate shame, this time, exhausted from the searing orgasms, and mammoth submission to Jimmy’s vastly bigger cock, my feeble attempt to ‘control’ Jimmy had only resulted in my further attentions to his gargantuan pole, as Victoria joined in, and ultimately, another mind-blowing explosion from his powerful horse dick, as he nuked our faces with a sickly hot huge load.
Helpless, unable to stop, nor counter his will, he took us both. Made us both smaller, and infinitely awed at the controlling, complete, undefeatable dominance he displayed. Somehow, incredibly, we were both humbled, as this little man exerted a measure of control that continues to boggle our collective minds.
He continues to haunt us. We understand now, why he gave us his home and land. He somehow knew, that it was all child’s play. What stunned both Victoria and myself, was how clearly more powerful he had become in our absence. We have lived this before, and can barely comprehend his vastly more powerful ‘suggestion’, and control. We wonder, and ponder, if it is possible for us to attain his level of dominance, still ‘babies’, or infants, possibly not fully engaged with our ‘new’ selves, for Jimmy has been ‘infected’ from the formula for over five years. His fifteen-week injection period, much higher than we ever imagined.
In a state of sexual PTSD, we weakly bade Jimmy and Rosa farewell, grimacing, completely confused at his utter control over us both. I can’t properly explain the complexity of our feelings regarding our downfall. To be infected, is to be superior, indomitable, but Jimmy laid us to waste with inexplicable, completely perplexing ease.
The next day, as we started our drive home, the pull and tug of leaving Jimmy behind, so powerful, and torturous for us both, Victoria squeezed my hand, gazing at me with a look of longing, and need to be with Jimmy. She didn’t have to say anything, for Jimmy’s infection would take a toll on us, each mile we crossed, put us further and further from him. We both shudder when we imagine the immensely powerful ‘pull’ and control he must exert over those whom haven’t shared in the formula.
Frequently, I must pull off to the side of the road, as Victoria masturbates, or slaves over my huge dick. When I cum, it’s not Victoria I see, it’s Jimmy, it’s always been Jimmy. I know she feels the same way, the only way to break this hellish hold he has over us both, is time. His latest infection will ultimately take months for us to break.
We wish we had never destroyed the remaining portion of the formula, what a waste. I know Victoria feels the same way, she won’t dare say it out loud, but I can taste the silent anger and disgust Victoria has towards me, fully regretting our one moment of strength to destroy the formula that holds us in its evil gripping addiction. I sensed it even then, the regret we were both silently sharing, as we combined the formula with the acetone, then flushed its wicked spell down the toilet.
I am sometimes startled awake at night, my huge cock pulsing and hard. Victoria will sense my jerking body, nudged awake by a kick or little punch. My gargantuan prick is straining. Its fuel, is the endless imagery of Jimmy’s mammoth fully erect organ. It haunts me every day, and I honor its image with at least two or three loads. Wishing … that I may one day, have the power, the hold, and the dick, of one James Allen Zalinski as my own.
I know this desire is sick, unrealistic and twisted, but it all comes down to the formula, for as much as it gives, it takes.
We sometimes think we were the ones whom saved the world, a seemingly simple glass jar of ‘dreams’, the most potent, and dangerous of potions, lays empty in a landfill, it’s secret lives on in five test subjects, and three young people from a small neighborhood in Western Pennsylvania.
She and I drive East, to finish her medical training, towards marriage, to start a family and new life together. What awaits Jimmy is unknown, we often muse, and wonder how he will use, and ‘flex’ his power.
I forgot to mention, I house sit for the Meyers whom live next door to my mother’s home when they travel to Florida for the winter. Yes, we did destroy the formula, well, at least we destroyed the remaining, unused portion that I gave to Victoria. You see, I’m addicted. It’s my problem, my secret, it’s all on me. It’s a wicked powerful addiction, one I have yet to fully break. I couldn’t bring myself to destroy it all. Inside one of the walls of the Meyers home, lay the roughly 48 grams of the remaining formula in an unmarked, small vial.
I can’t help it. Could you blame me? … after what I had seen of Jimmy just a few days ago, and after all we’ve been through? Could you … find the strength to stop being a god?
Didn’t think so.
He smiles a wicked smile, his teeth perfect, his little body brimming with muscle, as his enormous pole is prodded over Rosa’s barely conscious body. Her pussy still gapes from his previous penetration, as the head is slowly massaged over a pussy, on a body too small to ever handle a portion of his raging hard prick.
Its insertion is noisy, and purposeful, as he slowly enters her, as his pace began to quicken, his cock, their union, impossible, his dick so huge it should rip her apart. To the uninitiated, Rosa needed rescuing. Victoria and I merely watched the show, both masturbating over the impossibly monstrous organ, that should kill the both of them.
One should die from being entered, the other, simply shouldn’t be able to function. “My God!” Said Victoria, as Jimmy’s mammoth cannon began to expand, and deliver a soul, and body crushing fuck, ultimately cumming deep into Rosa’s small body. Rosa was a mumbling mess, as Jimmy proudly looked our way, as he began to withdraw his humongous hammer. Both our jaws dropped as the head began to appear. John Stephen’s never should’ve taken Jimmy into his home, we shouldn’t have done this.
It’s our first time all over again, as Victoria’s hand came up to cover her mouth. I am an idiot. He fucking dwarfs me. He orders us to partake his fully inflated tool. As I begin to hold it, I shudder, for he makes my cock feel puny. I am anything but. Rosa took over a foot of this thing inside her body, his huge load is leaking from her gapping pussy, as Victoria and I lick and gather their combined fluids off the endless fat prick.
Four times he came. I came five times, mostly at our feet, as Victoria and I did his bidding. Almost four hours’ worth, and at the end, there he stood, his gargantuan tool ready for more. Insidious, completely impossible, the head still leaked at his feet, as he sat down upon the chair, the mammoth head and shaft resting upon the floor.
Victoria was coming to, I was kneeling, covered in his sticky, sickly filth, my hulking muscled body helpless to his needs, to his desires, his commands. Jimmy’s dominance, shook me, even with my taking the formula, and Victoria’s vastly superior mind, we easily melted at his feet. Our ‘sexual high’ still fully engaged, as Jimmy surmised, we had seen, and been through enough. As he returned to Earth, to the teenage boy he still was. As if his ‘anger’ at being challenged had ebbed. Foolish we were, to think we could ‘control’ Jimmy in the least.
“I’d say I was sorry, but you both thought you were my equal. You clearly are not. I am the dominate of us, and felt you needed a gentle reminder. I wanted to reenforce my message, and make clear this fact. You do understand this, don’t you?” He said to both Victoria and myself. For we were both sure our ‘new’ selves, had easily surpassed or equaled him. Somehow, he still could exude a sick control over us both. His hold on regular people, must be incredibly stronger than we know. My little prank in an elevator, is nothing compared to the overwhelming level of infection he can deliver.
He ordered me to clean him up in the shower. Our huge cocks colliding and playfully bouncing against each other the entire time whilst I bathed him, and his hanging gargantuan masterpiece. If I am anything, I am stubborn, I knew I shouldn’t, but I did it anyway. I told him to honor me, to get down and service my huge prick. Thinking somehow, that the sound of my voice, my bigger body, and determined nature might break him down. I was gravely mistaken. He laughed it off, and proceeded to order me to my knees. I dropped like a fucking pussy; it was all too easy for him.
I shudder when I think about how powerless I was with him. He drove home his message a second time. Thankfully Victoria did not see me ‘honor’ Jimmy as the federal agent had done. My submission was sickening. I cringe, thinking about it, reassuring myself that I was ‘helpless’. But I fucking loved it, loved him for it, no matter how sick or depraved it all became.
As he ‘finished’ up with me, the water falling down upon our glistening bodies, confident this ‘event’ over I began to stand, but I was mistaken, I would require another ‘lesson’. It was his touch upon my shoulder, that once again sent me to my knees. This time, Victoria watched from outside the shower as I honored Jimmy, to my ultimate shame, this time, exhausted from the searing orgasms, and mammoth submission to Jimmy’s vastly bigger cock, my feeble attempt to ‘control’ Jimmy had only resulted in my further attentions to his gargantuan pole, as Victoria joined in, and ultimately, another mind-blowing explosion from his powerful horse dick, as he nuked our faces with a sickly hot huge load.
Helpless, unable to stop, nor counter his will, he took us both. Made us both smaller, and infinitely awed at the controlling, complete, undefeatable dominance he displayed. Somehow, incredibly, we were both humbled, as this little man exerted a measure of control that continues to boggle our collective minds.
He continues to haunt us. We understand now, why he gave us his home and land. He somehow knew, that it was all child’s play. What stunned both Victoria and myself, was how clearly more powerful he had become in our absence. We have lived this before, and can barely comprehend his vastly more powerful ‘suggestion’, and control. We wonder, and ponder, if it is possible for us to attain his level of dominance, still ‘babies’, or infants, possibly not fully engaged with our ‘new’ selves, for Jimmy has been ‘infected’ from the formula for over five years. His fifteen-week injection period, much higher than we ever imagined.
In a state of sexual PTSD, we weakly bade Jimmy and Rosa farewell, grimacing, completely confused at his utter control over us both. I can’t properly explain the complexity of our feelings regarding our downfall. To be infected, is to be superior, indomitable, but Jimmy laid us to waste with inexplicable, completely perplexing ease.
The next day, as we started our drive home, the pull and tug of leaving Jimmy behind, so powerful, and torturous for us both, Victoria squeezed my hand, gazing at me with a look of longing, and need to be with Jimmy. She didn’t have to say anything, for Jimmy’s infection would take a toll on us, each mile we crossed, put us further and further from him. We both shudder when we imagine the immensely powerful ‘pull’ and control he must exert over those whom haven’t shared in the formula.
Frequently, I must pull off to the side of the road, as Victoria masturbates, or slaves over my huge dick. When I cum, it’s not Victoria I see, it’s Jimmy, it’s always been Jimmy. I know she feels the same way, the only way to break this hellish hold he has over us both, is time. His latest infection will ultimately take months for us to break.
We wish we had never destroyed the remaining portion of the formula, what a waste. I know Victoria feels the same way, she won’t dare say it out loud, but I can taste the silent anger and disgust Victoria has towards me, fully regretting our one moment of strength to destroy the formula that holds us in its evil gripping addiction. I sensed it even then, the regret we were both silently sharing, as we combined the formula with the acetone, then flushed its wicked spell down the toilet.
I am sometimes startled awake at night, my huge cock pulsing and hard. Victoria will sense my jerking body, nudged awake by a kick or little punch. My gargantuan prick is straining. Its fuel, is the endless imagery of Jimmy’s mammoth fully erect organ. It haunts me every day, and I honor its image with at least two or three loads. Wishing … that I may one day, have the power, the hold, and the dick, of one James Allen Zalinski as my own.
I know this desire is sick, unrealistic and twisted, but it all comes down to the formula, for as much as it gives, it takes.
We sometimes think we were the ones whom saved the world, a seemingly simple glass jar of ‘dreams’, the most potent, and dangerous of potions, lays empty in a landfill, it’s secret lives on in five test subjects, and three young people from a small neighborhood in Western Pennsylvania.
She and I drive East, to finish her medical training, towards marriage, to start a family and new life together. What awaits Jimmy is unknown, we often muse, and wonder how he will use, and ‘flex’ his power.
I forgot to mention, I house sit for the Meyers whom live next door to my mother’s home when they travel to Florida for the winter. Yes, we did destroy the formula, well, at least we destroyed the remaining, unused portion that I gave to Victoria. You see, I’m addicted. It’s my problem, my secret, it’s all on me. It’s a wicked powerful addiction, one I have yet to fully break. I couldn’t bring myself to destroy it all. Inside one of the walls of the Meyers home, lay the roughly 48 grams of the remaining formula in an unmarked, small vial.
I can’t help it. Could you blame me? … after what I had seen of Jimmy just a few days ago, and after all we’ve been through? Could you … find the strength to stop being a god?
Didn’t think so.
Checkin, u have done it again, topped yourself with these chapters...the power and size that JIMMY HAS IS JUST INCREDIBLE. I love how he dominates everyone with his elephant cock and retains his superior attitude effortlessly. I am your biggest fan. Please keep writing