Midnight Stroll
It's midnight and you're having the time of your life with your girlfriend. You're in the park, double dating with your best friend from kindergarten and his girlfriend. The park is nice and quiet. Despite all the disappearances going around, you figure it'll be safe as long as the four of you stay together. You're invincible anyway. "Bring on the sumbitch, he can't touch my skizz-ills," you say in front of everyone, immediately regretting your use of "skizz-ills."
"Can I have some Skittles?" Says your friend's girlfriend. There are four bright things in that park, you reflect: you, your friend, your girlfriend, and the moon.
You're holding your girlfriend's hand as you watch her cat eyes twinkle in the moonlight. Your friend, obviously copying your superior woman skittles, does the same, pressing his fox nose against the vixen's.
At some point everyone gets tired. You lay out a blanket you brought and everyone lies down.
"The stars are pretty tonight," says your girlfriend. "Look, those look like a heart, isn't that sweet?"
"I don't see any shapes," says your friend's girlfriend.
"I see a 1960s Camaro," says your friend.
All you see is a fat hermaphroditic robot farting a small cloud out of its two asses.
"I see the heart too," you say.
A strange smell wakes you up. You all fell asleep on the blanket. The girls are fast asleep, but you notice your friend is also awake.
Your friend sniffs the air. "You smell that?"
"Yeah."
You take a long, deep whiff, trying to pinpoint what it is. It doesn't smell bad, and it's even familiar, but you can't figure out what it is.
Your friend gets up, sniffs the air, and walks in the direction of the scent. You follow, leaving the girls to sleep.
The smell gets stronger as you walk. You and your friend take deep breaths, inhaling as much as possible. Waves of desire start hitting you. You look at your friend and realize for the first time just how sexy he is. He looks at you and smiles playfully.
"Wanna take off our shirts?"
"Yeah."
You each take off your shirts, leaving them on the ground behind you as you continue to follow your noses, but now you look at eachother more than the road in front. Your friends abs look so lean and taught in the moonlight. You reach your hand down your pants.
"I think these are getting too tight."
"Really, mine too."
You take off your pants and continue on. Your friend has a boner. The shape pushes against his tight briefs. His tail swishes back and forth. Your own boner pushes against your boxers, leaving a tent for your friend to see. You lick your lips.
Finally the smell is so strong your friend stops. He throws off his underwear and bends over.
"God, I can't take it, fuck me, please, I need to fuck this instant."
His tail is raised, and his rear is up high. He massages his cheeks with his right hand. Your shock of seeing your longtime friend beg you for sex is surpassed only by your arousal.
You lose the boxers and prepare to pounce, but you're interrupted by a heavy footstep from behind.
You and friend turn around. Standing there is the biggest scaly you've ever seen. He must be eleven feet tall. His body is covered in huge muscles that bulged with veins from his fingertips to his waist. His erect member, massive and throbbing, is the source of the smell, and it's spurting copious amounts of prefluid. His fiery red hair shimmers in the moonlight. Behind him, you notice an otter boy licking his undertail. He doesn't seem to notice you at all.
Your head says run. Run, dumbass, he's behind the disappearances, you're next if you don't run.
Your cock says stay. You want that fat dick, you want to swallow it with your ass.
You manage to step back toward your friend, who's also staring at the monstrous dick.
He steps forward, lifting his gigantic, vascular legs and setting them down on large, strong feet. His cock bounces with every step, flinging strands of clear pre.
He comes within two feet of you. He's so big his cock is almost even with your face. And it's so close, just a little closer, please, just a little closer and you won't have to decide anymore. . .
He takes his shaft in his left hand and shakes it a few times, pointing it at you and your friend. Spurts of pre land on your faces. The smell overrides any other thoughts you have; you lick what you can off your lips, and you see your friend doing the same, it's so delicious, you want more, much more. . .
"Lick it."
Your cock registers the command before your brain. You move forward, your face is right next to that throbbing shaft. You lick it, it's the best thing you've ever tasted, it feels so hard good against your tongue. You see your friend on the opposite side, licking it and enjoying it just like you. You feel a compulsion to make the creature cum. You want him to favor you. So you lick faster. Your friend does too. You lick the oozing tip; it's so big your entire tongue could fit inside, but you settle for the front of the tip.
"Yes. . .good sluts. . ."
Your ears perk at the compliment. You've never felt so happy.
"Worship my cock, give in, let my cum into you. . ."
Yes, it's so good, you want his cum, your friend is moaning, you want to be filled with his cum, you want to call him master for the rest of your life, it's all you want.
The hard shaft throbs, the creature shakes his massive balls, and the tip erupts with thick, hot cum. You and your friend are covered instantly, your mouths open wide to catch the flood, and your minds submit completely to the pleasure of your new master.
You lick your master's cum off your face, your hands, your arms, you want more, you see your friend covered in it and you lick him where he missed. He tries to lick you up your legs while you lick his back, and you fall over eachother onto the ground. Your face meets his, it smells so much like master's cum that you lick it, and he licks yours, and you kiss, sharing master's cum with eachother.
You hear your master laugh a slow, deep laugh, and you look to see him growing bigger. A power you know nor care nothing about causes his arms and legs to expand and stretch; his cock throbs and grows with his balls. The otter, still licking master's tail, is covered by his growing butt. He stretches his arms and groans at the sky as he grows to twelve, thirteen feet.
"Yes. . .more. . .I want more. . ."
You watch as he grabs the otter, licks him over, sets him back down. The otter has a look of sheer bliss on his face when he realizes what master is doing. Master stands over him, lifts his tail, and crouches down onto the otter's head. He gladly goes up master's ass, sticking his arms up in to help it go faster.
You watch, envying the otter as his legs and tail slowly slip inside. When he's out of sight, master grows again. Sixteen feet tall and covered in bulging muscle. His cock is like a steel beam, pulsing enough pre to literally fill a swimming pool onto you and your friend.
"Bathe in it, cock slaves, I want you slick."
"Yes, master, we're good little slaves, we'll get nice and slimy for you, master."
You roll with your friend in the pre, drinking and humping and rubbing the ooze all over your body. Your pleasure comes from obeying master, that's all you want, all that turns you on is obeying master like a good cock slave.
Your master picks up your friend, positions his head against his cock slit, and pushes him in. You watch master's cock swallow your friend with jealousy. Why him? You're a much better slave than he is. Master's cock throbs as your friend slides in; when he's all the way through, master's body shudders again and his cock grows faster than the rest of him. The sight of master's growing is so arousing that you cum everything you have, and yet you feel little pleasure; master didn't order you to cum, and pleasure comes from obeying master.
When he finishes growing, master looks at you. You feel a sudden, unbearable emptiness in your ass; you want to be filled with throbbing cock.
"Bend over."
You obey.
Your tail is up as high as you can get, your ass is spread, your opening is loose and eager. Master doesn't relent as he plunges his huge cock inside you; by all accounts it should hurt, it should be the most painful thing you've ever felt, but you're obeying master, and that only brings pleasure.
Master tears into your ass, you feel his cock in your stomach, can see the bulge. you feel every throb of his huge veins as his powerful legs thrust into you.
Master cums quickly. You feel the sudden bursts of hot cum fill you, each throb accompanied by a hot wetness that flows through your body and out of your mouth. Your stomach swells with cum, so much cum it pours out of your ass with an audible splash, and it flows freely out of your mouth and down your body.
When master withdraws, it feels like you're being deflated; cum floods out of both of your ends. Master picks you up. You know what happens next, and you're so excited, you can finally help master grow even more.
Master places your head at his cock slit, and your pushed inside. It's dark and wet and slippery. You feel the walls of his cock throb and glide you inward to join your friend. You feel the shuddering of master's body all around you as he grows bigger; you're filled with cum and happiness at the knowledge that you got master so big.
Just before your feet go through and everything goes black, you hear a the muffled sound of a girl screaming outside.