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Byron huffed, leaning against the wall. His foot-long cock was clearly outlined against his jeans and begging for sweet release. It twitched, sending a wave of need up the dragon's spine, but he managed to ignore it. Keeping his hands shoved firmly in his pockets, he took a deep breath to calm down, and started off again.

It was a struggle, but he was used to it. Puberty hit the poor dragon hard; He'd gone from a couple inches to the biggest rod in town in just a couple years. Even a decade later, not a day went by where he didn't have to slip out of class for a quick bathroom fap. Troublesome, but he dealt with it as best he could. If nothing else, it made him extremely popular with the ladies, and some of the guys, too.

"Dammit," He groaned, feeling another dollop of pre splash into his condom. He'd taken to wearing one at all times, just to keep from making messes. Right now, it was straining, forming a visible round bulge at the tip of his cock. Attending a lecture with the beginnings of a boner was a mistake, especially when the professor just kept talking and talking, stretching a two hour talk into a four hour ramble. Even moreso when the professor happened to double as the school's bodybuilding coach, and hadn't bothered to change, or even shower after his daily workout. Just thinking of the old goat's muscles rippling in that sweaty tank top...

Byron suppressed the thought as best he could, feeling his pisspipe fatten with backed up cum. Turning the corner, he swung open the men's room door and made a beeline for the nearest stall.

He unzipped his pants, pulling out his mottled cock. As it raised up, the condom began to slide off, weighted down by almost a litre of sloshing, translucent pre. A second before it could slip over his flared glans, he grabbed it, setting it gently down on the floor. Patting his pockets, he sighed; No spares handy. Perhaps if he drained it and gave it a thorough wash in the sink, he'd be able to wear it for the rest of the afternoon, at least until he got back to his dorm.

That was a problem for later. Right now, his penis throbbed, demanding attention. As thick as a forearm, veins pulsed just below the surface, the cum tube full and almost as thick as the cock itself. Wrapping his hands around it, his fingers just barely touched over his engorged urethra. He gave it a stroke, sending a few fist-sized globs of pre splashing to the tiled floor. He glanced at the condom. It was way too full from pre to hold a full load without bursting, yet he couldn't make another mess in the washroom.

He looked down at the toilet and shook his head. No, the last thing he wanted was to clog the pipes again. Just when all hope seemed lost, an idea crossed his mind. He looked down at his cock, still burbling globs of precum onto the pristine linoleum floor. Closing the toilet lid, he sat down and held his cock as far up as it could go. Then, bending over as far as possible, he was just able to take the tip of his glans in his mouth.

Cautiously, he gave the tip a lick. His cum tasted sweet, but with a pleasantly savory aftertaste, and he gave it another, longer lick, followed by a small suck. The fluid ran smoothly down his throat, a trail of warmth following in the wake. He opened his mouth for a moment to breathe, then delved back down to the task at hand.

Leaning over was slightly easier this time, as he wrapped his lips around his bloated cockhead. He began to stroke as he sucked, his hands running up and down his swollen shaft. The ache was becoming unbearable; He had to cum, or else!

Pre ran down his gullet as shivers ran up his spine. His hands pumped up and down, milking more and more tasty cum from his bloated, aching balls. The flow was speeding up, every gulp getting thicker, as sperm began to mix with the translucent juices. His stomach was beginning to feel a bit overfull, but he paid it no mind as he worked to solve his not-so-little problem.

As he stroked, he couldn't help but think that every stroke was getting longer and longer. His cockhead bulged slightly in his mouth as a blob of pre oozed out, but didn't shrink back down. He shivered as warm, pleasurable feelings jolted up and down his cock with every gulp. Opening his half-lidded eyes, he glanced down and gasped around his thick glans. His dick was bigger! Wide eyed, he stared down at the slowly swelling tube of flesh - It was almost double the previous size!

With a sudden burst of panic, he tried to pull himself away, but it was no use. Despite his tugging, he couldn't remove his swelling glans from his mouth, the sheer girth keeping his jaw locked open. Cum began to leak faster, filling his mouth in moments, and he was forced to swallow it quickly to avoid being overwhelmed. All the while, the pleasure continued to grow, rising through the pit of his stomach and encapsulating his rapidly pounding heart.

His mind raced, hands tugging fruitlessly in an attempt to dislodge his still-growing cock from his mouth. It was two feet long already, allowing him to sit almost straight up as he desperately sucked. Another gulp, and the last bit of free space in his stomach was filled. He groaned, swallowing a mouthful which moved the sensation of fullness to a dull ache. His throat bulged visibly as another mouthful went down, and another, and another, each contributing to the pain as his stomach began to stretch.

Giving up on freeing his mouth from the airtight seal of his cock, his hands lowered down to his stomach. Even through the shirt, he could feel his tight abdomen beginning to expand like a water balloon. A churning gurgle arose from his stomach as it stretched, every drop of cum adding to the growing bulge. He moaned as his cock reached three feet of solid dragon meat. By now, the flow was constant, forcing him to gulp continually just to keep from being overwhelmed, every second contributing to his swelling gut.

The buttons on his shirt grew tight as his growing belly pressed against them. Byron winced, his mind alight with thoughts of what would give first, his belly or his shirt. A creak emanated from the area, causing his heart to sink. There was a gut-wrenching noise of tearing, and all of a sudden, he felt his stomach surge forward.

His eyes bugged out as he stared down in horror, only to discover his belly, round and taut, coursed by stretch marks, but intact, as it continued to swell with every passing gulp. His shirt hung limply at his sides, the buttons strewn across the floor of the stall. That explained the shredding sound. He sighed, his shoulders slumping in relief. In that second, he paused in swallowing, and instantly regretted it as the flow forced its way down his throat by sheer pressure, flooding into his stomach at an uncontrolled pace.

Three feet of dick, balls hanging to his knees, and a belly larger than a beach ball - Byron would've laughed at the mental image, if it weren't quickly becoming a reality. His cock was practically alive, twitching and flexing as it pumped down his throat like a loose faucet. His hands strained to hold back it stomach, but as it inched its way forward, he was losing more and more traction. Muscle control was becoming harder, as the mounting orgasm flooded his system with pleasure. He knew it was coming, and if this load was anything to go by, it was going to be huge. He'd be lucky to get through it with either his body or mind in one piece.

As his cock reached four feet in length, thick as a tree trunk and forcing his jaws open wider than he'd ever thought possible, he felt something shift inside his balls. He glanced down, watching ripples spreading out across his pendulous testicles. It was time. His hands fell limp as a wave of pleasure rushed over him, the pre flow in his mouth dying off even as his urethra bulged fatter than ever before...

And he came.

Cum flooded into him; Pure, hot, sweet and thick, it pumped down his throat with the force of a fire hose set to high.. His stomach bulged out, beginning to press against his dick, while at the same time, cum seemed to flood out, spurred by the lack of space to fill out any remaining nook and cranny of his body. His eyes rolled back as he felt himself bulging out in every which way - His arms, his legs, his ass, all of him seemed to stretch and grow under the creamy onslaught. All he could do was moan inwardly, and wait for it to be over.

He didn't know how long he was out, lost in his own world of pure pleasure. But by the time he finally awoke, he felt... Different. The agonizing pleasure of his cumflated gut had disappeared, yet he could still feel, intrinsically, that he was bigger. Cracking open his eye, he glanced down at his body, and in particular, his stomach. It was still rounded, but not nearly the creaking blimp it once was. He placed a hand on it, giving it a soft press. Taut, as before. He grunted. It was probably too much to ask for it to all go away at once.

As he gazed down, his hand rubbing small circles upon the firm surface, he noticed something... Amiss. It took him a second to realize what it was that was wrong - His hand! He raised it up to his face. It was bigger, no doubt about it! Wide eyed, he looked across himself. His biceps were the size of melons, his pecs each as large as a normal fur's head. Sitting up with a groan, he tried to ignore the lingering fullness in his stomach as he looked down at his dick. Once upon a time, one foot was his absolute maximum erection. Now, it penis hung that far flaccid, with two cantaloupe-sized balls danging alongside. He sighed. He'd need a whole new wardrobe, now.

As he shifted in his seat, he heard a snap coming from below, and stood up just in time for the porcelain bowl of the toilet to collapse. There was a choked gasp to the left, and he turned, discovering that he now stood head-and-shoulders above the stall walls. In the outer washroom, flat against the wall, a chubby owl stood shivering in fear. His beak moved, but no sound came out. For a long moment, they stood there, staring at one another in surprise.

Then, the newly muscular dragon remembered - He had another class today! Reaching instinctively into his pocket, he grabbed his phone... Or would've, if his phone weren't a pile of crushed electronics, mixed somewhere in the pile of destroyed denim beneath his feet. He sighed sheepishly, rubbing his neck.

"Hey..." Byron asked, leaning over the creaking stall door, "Do you have the time?"