The Pull
It was easy to get something of a complex when every guy he met was always looking at him that way. Kint didn't understand it. Seemingly every day since he hit adulthood, every time he was around another male, be it someone he knew or a total stranger, they were always casting him aside glances or stuttering and hesitating when they tried to speak to him. He wondered at first if people were just being weird about him being a zebra. But it wasn't just predatory species that were acting weird around him. And most noticeably of all, they always seemed to be staring at his package, no matter how he dressed and tried to hide it.
Granted, he [i[was[/i] a zebra, after all. It was pretty hard to conceal what a generous bulge he had in even the most modest of clothing. He wondered sometimes if he just happened to have the kind of luck where every single guy around him happened to be gay or bi or whatever else. Or if his mere presence just seemed to illicit some sort of sexual awakening in every supposedly straight male who happened to look in his direction. Seemed a little prideful to think that way, though. Handsome and thickly build though he might have been. It was all getting pretty weird, but he'd landed in a boring office job surrounded mostly by women, so it didn't bother him all day long at least.
Mostly women, anyway. There was one other guy sharing the third floor cubicles with him, though it was hard to immediately tell. Cats were often like that. Even lions, in this case. Max was such an adorably non-threatening example of his species that Kint couldn't help but immediately like him. Though the twinky kitty, with his lack of mane and his bright blue eyes definitely had a crush on him, and was terrible about hiding it. Every time they spoke, he was always casting the big zebra all kinds of adoring glances, looking down, staring, and his body language was that of almost magnetic attraction to the much bigger male. Getting closer, looking like he was going to just leap in and start grinding on Kint at any moment.
The zebra had to admit he was flattered. A big stud like him, he did appreciate the attention. And Max was a cute cat. Though Kint had never actually been with another male, the kitty hardly counted. And it wasn't like he was averted to the idea either. He just had never really found the opportunity yet. So when the two of them were just hanging out after work, leaning on the lion's cubicle and chatting about whatever, he mirrored Max's movements, inching closer right back until the two of them were nearly touching. A gruff chuckle escaped him.
"You know, you're not very good at hiding the fact I turn you on," he teased.
Max blinked, looking almost startled as he looked down and realized he had stepped so close he was practically frotting the zebra through the clothes. "Uh ... ! Wow, I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing."
Kint just gave him a look down the bridge of his muzzle, and smirked. "Really? All of that just by accident? As if simply compelled by some mysterious force of sexiness? I mean, I know I'm a big handsome stud but you should probably ask first before you just start dryhumping me in public."
Max blushed hard, casting his gaze down, looking ashamed of himself. "I'm really sorry ..."
That had Kint straighten up, giving the small cat a great big pat on the shoulder. "Nah, I'm just having some fun with you! I'm not actually upset or anything. It's cute! You know ..."
He leaned in good and close, whispering right into the cute lion's perked ear.
"I think it would be perfect if an adorable lion like you ended up being my first guy."
That brightened the embarrassed cat right up.
"You mean you've never - you don't - but you -" he blurted, failing to finishing any of his sentences.
He'd always found the maneless cat pretty cute, maybe huggable, but seeing him all flustered like that brought Kint to a simple conclusion. He really wanted nothing more than to fuck the living daylights out of that soft feline until he heard him mewling like a kitten. And knowing just how much the rumbling cat wanted it, that was bringing out his most dominant instincts. He had half a mind to just shove Max into a janitor's closet somewhere and start thrusting, but when he saw that usual scowling bull come stomping out of his office, he knew it was time to leave.
The job was decent, but the boss was a tyrant. He always looked like that. Kint imagined he probably woke up and frowned at his own reflection in the mirror while he brushed his teeth in the morning. Whether it was dress code, coming in ten seconds later, or just generally existing, there was nothing he wouldn't grump at his employees about. Kint in particular. He and Max alike knew it was time to clear out before they got yelled at for one thing or another.
By the time they got into Kint's car together, they were groping at each other. Finally free to express exactly how attracted he was to the big zebra, he couldn't keep his hands off that bulge, even if it meant distracting him while they drove. Kint just went ahead and fondled right back, nearly giving the kitty a handjob with his free hand while he steered them home. He had no idea why he'd never done this sort of thing before. Guess he just needed the right twink. He was hard enough that it was incredibly obvious in his pants, and they pressed closes together all the way inside until the zebra finally lifted the lion right up off his feet, pressing him against the wall of the elevator so they could make out on the way to his own apartment.
He got his broad tongue right on top of Max's tingly slurper, and just rubbed there for a while. The lion kissed back, but his main focus was on the zebra's crotch. He couldn't help himself, couldn't keep from just rubbing right up against that tempting bulge, almost seeming to be in a trance the longer he just frotted and humped on the way up to the fourth floor. Kint nearly had to pry the little cat off of him just to guide him to his apartment once the elevator dinged, though he had to admit he didn't mind at all. Getting someone so worked up like that, seeing that almost feral look in the feline's eye, that was good for the self-confidence.
Eventually he just scooped Max right up, cupping his arms beneath his legs, and carried him on to the door so they could finally have some privacy. He didn't think things would go quite so quickly, but he didn't care. He was horny. The cat was something even more than that. Kint hauled him to the bedroom and just playfully tossed him towards the ceiling, letting the lion gracefully tumble onto the mattress while the zebra just stood there taking off his shirt. Max was stripping as well, and there was something almost frantic about the way he clawed at his clothing, trying to get himself naked as quickly as possible.
Kint still didn't mind. He just thought it was cute. And so when he finally got his cock out, letting that thick, black spire of equine flesh flop down from his pants, firming up as the lion all but drooled looking at it, he didn't find anything strange about how quickly the little kitty just lunged for it. Standing tall at the base of the bed, he just groaned out towards the ceiling while he got his thick dick licked by the cute male, throbbing for him in hardly any time at all. They didn't even speak much anymore, just letting themselves give in to their feral desires. Kint had always needed a nice curvy fellow male to fuck, and Max - well apparently there was nothing more in the world he needed more than a fat zebra dick.
After those first few licks, he was moving his hips, humping forth to try to get his own pink, barbed shaft up against that broad equine meat. Kint got the idea, pushing the cat down flat on the bed and just mounting right over top of him. He looked into Max's eyes while he used his muscular weight to pin the lovely kitty, and finally they were pressing cock to cock like the lion seemed to have always wanted. The response was a satisfied mewl, already giving Kint his biggest wish. It felt good to rub his dick on another male, and he could hardly believe how much the lion seemed to be enjoying it. That just served as good inspiration to make him keep thrusting, humping, grinding his shaft against that comparatively small feline member, watching it flex and bulge against his own.
Max followed the movements of the zebra's powerful hips, making sure his cock remained in contact with Kint's at every moment, almost as if glued. The whole thing was getting him so turned on he was stretching his equine dick out to sizes he never usually reached. Engorging it even further, making it bulge and flex taut, veins outlined as he rubbed it against the feline, smearing that soft fur until Max's whole belly was absolutely creamed with their combined pre. Most of it was Kint's, ensuring that supposedly ferocious lion was going to smell like zebra sex by the time they were done.
It was difficult to tell if it was just the comparison, but Kint was starting to notice just how small the lion's dick looked rubbing up against his own. Max was barely looking, his eyes squinting while he showed his teeth in a mrowling moan while he got humped and frotted wet. He definitely wasn't softening, remaining as overly hard as ever, but where before he was showing off a modest but respectable amount of inches, now he was just looking ... small. Something more akin to a feral cat, just a short little prick of a shaft still barbed and tingly but hardly the size of one of the zebra's fat balls.
There was no denying it anymore. His nuts were getting bigger, right along with his shaft. It was something he could feel, weighing so much more heavily than usual as he humped that kitty silly. And with every thrust, it was growing even larger. Right along with the feline's cock getting visibly smaller, shrinking down in front of him until it was barely more than a tiny pink nub atop a minuscule pair of nuts. Barely even there. He should have stopped, should have alerted Max to what was going on, even if he couldn't explain it. But when the lion seemed to be enjoying himself so much, it was hard to interrupt whatever it was that was going on. It just felt too good, too right.
Max's growls and whimpers of pleasure came to a potent, even snarly climax as he bucked his hips hard against the zebra's newly massive cock. It looked like he was cumming, but there was nothing to grind against him anymore. Simply a smooth, fluffy patch of fur completely devoid of details. No sign of what was there, no marks or scars or anything of the sort. Just fur, featureless and neutral, the femmy feline made even less masculine as his inches were stolen away from that grinding, added to the zebra's thickened girth. Kint still couldn't explain it. Fucking magic for all he knew.
Max settled down with a soft, happy-sounding purr, his voice even gentler than before. More feminine. When he looked down at what had happened, he didn't seem particularly upset, or even shocked. Just soothed, pleasured, and basking in orgasm. Which couldn't have been any more than internal at that point. Kint was relieved, glad the cat wasn't horrified by the turn of events, though he still didn't understand what had happened himself. One thing he did know was it felt so strangely erotic to hump that nullified smoothness, and his enhanced dick was extra sensitive, rubbing against the lion's soft fur and soaking it with his pre and sweat. He wasn't even going to have to fuck that kitty to get himself off.
When he felt orgasm building inside of him it almost frightened him a little. His whole body was pouring all its energy into this one perfect moment, making his fattened cock stretch tighter, longer, heavier. He was barely in control of himself, his hips jabbing and bucking all on their own as he humped that cat like he was going to put him right through the bed. A snort escaped him, he grit his teeth, and finally could do little more than deeply grunt, shutting his eyes tight and giving over to the pleasure. His entire body briefly crackled with orgasm, reaching right down to his hooves, and his dick stretched and expanded with the load being pumped through its obscenely oversized length before finally bursting from the tip.
The noise was what he noticed first. A delightfully lewd, creamy splat accompanied the torrent of pure white jizz covering near every inch of that nullified feline beneath him. The whole bed was covered in an instant, while Kint rocked his body back and forth, snorting, braying, hosing down everything in the room that had the luck of being in front of him. Max had all but vanished beneath the layers of intensely hot zebra cum coursing from that stretching tip, laying there dazed, his eyes closed and his mouth open, swallowing some of the musky offering but mostly just marinating in it.
Most of his orgasms lasted for a few seconds. This one just kept rolling on and on, until the zebra was doubling over, grunting harder, gritting his teeth while his cock continued to pump out all that pent up pressure from the added inches. It shrunk down somewhat in the process, the tension relieved from the overly engorged meat and returning to something more reasonable while that massive load finally became a trickle. A few more watery spurts topped that shimmering cream pooled all over cat and bedsheets alike, and finally the zebra was left panting and massaging at himself, admiring his size.
Some of the initial growth had faded, but he definitely wasn't the same size as he started. Even flopping down and softening, his dick was broader, longer, weighed more, and it was even a little more sensitive in the process. One minor squeeze of admiration and he was already huffing, already feeling tempted to just jerk off in Max's soaked face all over again. His balls were bigger too. They had always been impressive to the point of a bit bothersome, and now he wasn't even sure how he was supposed to fit them back in his pants when he was done. A thorough fondle, stroking over their smooth, fattened surface, and he was having a hard time worrying too much.
Max eventually stirred, covered in cum like it was a blanket. It was soaking into his skin, marking him down with zebra scent to such an extent that it could never possibly be showered away. He sat up slowly, weighed down by that load, wiping at his face first, licking his lips and clearing himself a breathing spot, panting heavily. Then he was pressing his hands down between his thighs, touching the spot where his genitals used to be. But not feeling for them out of apparent horror. Rather, he was groping at himself, rubbing at that bare patch of fur, maybe even masturbating. Except there was nothing to actually stroke. Just featureless fur, coated in clinging cum.
"You alright?" Kint eventually asked once he'd caught his breath.
"I feel so much ... better," the feline moaned, rumbling his every word. "Why didn't you tell me you could do that?"
"I didn't know. It was my first time with a guy. I've never, uh. Rubbed my dick on another dick before."
"Well now mine belongs to you. And I couldn't think of a better place for it to be."
Leaning in, dripping all the while, he just laid a wet kiss on the tip of the cock that had claimed his. Kint smiled gently to see it. He almost expected him to be freaking out at any moment, but a subby, girly cat like that - guess he had a firm understand of what he found sexy.
"I'm surprised you enjoyed that so much. But I'm glad you did." The zebra chuckled. "I always wondered why so many guys looked at me funny. This explains a lot."
"I was always drawn to you." Max casually licked that that broad black spire in front of him between words. "Literally and figuratively. You're like a magnet. It actually tugs on you when you're close. But I don't feel it anymore."
"Sorry about your dick," Kint said, sort of internally finding it hard to believe how casual the cat was being about all this.
"No, no. It was ... the hottest thing I ever felt. I'm glad it's yours now. And I hope I'm not the last one you absorb."
"Uh." Kint hadn't even thought of that. "You want me to? I wasn't sure if it'd be ... you know. Right."
"But it'd be hot." Even through all the cream, Max's grin was impressive. "Maybe I can help."
There was something so devious about the cat's expression that Kint just couldn't resist. Still a lion, despite it all. Despite being literally coated over every inch in zebra cum. And he couldn't pass up the opportunity to be part of something predatory. Kint leaned in, kissed the cummy cat, and rubbed at his mussed hair.
"Maybe we can figure something out together."
***
The next night, they were all dressed up in a pumping, bouncing club together. And the usual looks Kint was getting were a whole lot stronger than usual. Guys were staggering, tripping over themselves as their body reacted to the zebra's mere presence. Their hips would jerk forward against their own will, and they would spill drinks, bump into people, or otherwise make fools of themselves. He might not have been enjoying the mischief so much if it wasn't for Max right there beside him, dressed in his fishnets, cuddled up to his stripey bulk, giggling away at all the carnage. What a cute little enabler he was.
As he suspected, it had proven even more difficult to cram himself into his pants than usual. He ended up settling on a stripey pair of track pants, and they were hugging tight around his enhanced balls and sheath even before he was properly aroused. The closer other guys got, the more it twitched, but he simply waited. With the lion by his side, fuelling his new discovery, his new predatory instincts, he exercised his patience, just watching how much activity he was stirring up without having to do anything at all. As more time passed, people were wandering closer and closer, their reactions more visible, impossible to pass off or even explain. And he was revelling in it all.
Finally, someone actually approached him. A bigger guy this time. A sleek-furred black wolf. Still a bit on the feminine side in terms of build and hips, but a whole lot sturdier than the lion beside him. Or was it lioness now? Either way, the canine just stood before him, swinging his tail, exchanging a glance. And in time, others joined him. They came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Some of them looked dazed, confused why they were even standing there. Others simply wore seductive, aroused expressions. None of them knew exactly why they were there. But none of them were backing off. Either because they wouldn't - or they couldn't.
Their pants were bulging with the invisible force tugging on them. It was like he simply had a gravitational force working form his cock. Seeing all those guys lined up for him, Kint couldn't help but start getting aroused himself. And that meant his pants, already as loose as they could be, were getting uncomfortable. His shaft flopped out, pressing upwards, and even his balls seemed to be inflated some. Maybe they were already getting bigger. Absorbing some of the size around him just through the air.
Nobody was moving to stop them. Security was pretty lax in that dark, neon-lit club. So no one even minded when he pulled his dick out and let his gathered admirers have a good look at it. The wolf led the pack, so to speak, stepping forth, lowering his pants, pulling out his own knotted member. Just standing that close, Kint could actually see the tugging happening. Pulling that red length taut, even stretching it some as the pressure tested the strength of its base. It grew longer, thinner the longer the wolf stood with it in his hand, inches away from that thick, beckoning zebra cock. His balls lifted up with that invisible force pulling on them, the skin of his sack stretching out as if desperate to make contact with that spire of irresistible black flesh.
He was whimpering, huffing, and everyone else was simply watching that wolf's example with a mix of horror or fascination. Some guys were clutching at their bulges, trying to get them under control, even trying to step away, but it was too uncomfortable for them to get any farther from the zebra than they already were. Maybe they could have fled, but their dicks weren't coming with them. The force had them. They were within Kint's orbit, so to speak. And their cocks were stretching, pulling, firming up in their pants the longer they remained in their presence. Some of it from arousal at the sight of him, some of it simply uncontrollable.
The wolf looked right into Kint's eyes. The zebra simply smiled back, and nodded. Max squirmed away beside him, excited as could be to be part of something great. Witnessing something special. With that unspoken approval, and not a single word exchanged, the wolf just gave in to the urges raging through his body. He pressed his knotted shaft right up against that erect black shaft, and immediately they were stuck together almost like glue. He whimpered out, weakly, submissively, and started grinding while he bent forth to suck on the tip of Kint's shaft. It was already growing.
Harder as well as bigger, his dick was doing its work without any effort from him. Right there in front of everyone. He wasn't really worried about his secret getting out. It wasn't like he was going to be able to keep something so potent hidden for very long. With every eager thrust of that curvy wolf's hips, his knotted dick was getting a little smaller. Simply being absorbed into that massive shaft, making it grow, making it stretch and bulge and harden to an even firmer state than before. Kint snorted, leaning back, just laying his arms right behind his head to soak in all the attention.
Some of the other guys were getting their cocks out too. He saw a big rhino, bulky as all hell, his dick broad and fat, but stretching thinner from the tugging that kept it suspended right in the air. A somewhat chubby horse was nickering and shaking his head, trying to press his shaft back down, but it was moving all on its own so forcefully that it burst right from his pants, sending a button and belt buckle alike hazardously soaring through the air. His options were to resist, and test just how far his throbbing shaft could actually stretch, or simply give in like the rest of them.
It was becoming less and less of a choice with every moment, as the zebra stole the wolf's shaft for his own size, shrinking that knot down to little more than a marble, those balls barely pebbles. Every addition to his girth just seemed to make that field of attraction stronger, until that resistant horse was actually skidding on his hooves as he struggled against the force. His cock was flexing, bending in ways it wasn't supposed to, and all through it the wolf and zebra just kept grinding on each other. Kint was leaking pre all over his prey, so to speak, making a big musky mess while his cock grew to obscene size atop two titanic nuts, swollen and sloshing with the oversized load they were churning up. Not just bigger, but even more productive to match.
When eventually there was nothing left of the wolf's former genitals at all, just the same smooth patch of fur like the lion was sporting, the canine collapsed beside the zebra, stroking at the dick that had just claimed his own. For good, as far as anyone of them knew anyway. Max joined in the worship, both of them effectively neutered, nullified by that massive girth dripping gobs of pre thick enough to fill a shot glass. And it was just going to keep getting bigger. That big rhino approached next, and he looked as determined as he was overwhelmed, stimulated, unable to resist the call of something that clearly wasn't going to work out in his favour.
Kint was finding his cock more flexible with time. Not because it was getting any softer. Very much the opposite. He was just able to bend it at angles he might not normally have managed when fully erect like that. Nothing too fancy yet, but when that big-horned male stepped up with his stretched-out cock on full offer, Kint didn't even have to reposition to get a hold of it. He didn't frot this time, instead flexing his shaft down, bending it at just the right angle to slip snugly right over the tip of that dark grey shaft in front of him. It was almost moving on its own, a ravenous predator in its own right, a pitch black serpent sucking down its prey as that oversized zebra dick enveloped the rhino's entire shaft, even slurping up his balls with a slick pop.
Kneading it within him felt fantastic, building up the tingle of orgasm, feeling it running up his spine right to his scalp. The lion and wolf weren't helping either. They were fondling, kissing, massaging that expanding member while it sucked on the rhino's dick, shrinking it down squeeze by messy squeeze, pre drooling all the way down to the floor. It glistened pink in the club lighting. The rhino was grunting, just looking down at what was happening to him, as if he didn't even believe it. But he never once pulled back. No matter how much of his manhood that zebra cock stole from him in those powerful clenches, he accepted it as simply something he was meant to do.
By the time he'd fully taken that big guy's cock and balls away, shrunken them down to nothing until he staggered back, Kint's shaft had grown large enough he could heft it right over his shoulder. It was as broad as tree trunk, at least a smaller one, and his balls had fattened to the point he had to spread his thighs wider just to fit them between his legs. They sagged nearly to the floor, bouncing as they clenched, audibly sloshing. They felt full to the point of bloated, stretching out with how much cum was swelling them out. He didn't think it worked like that, but that was far from the strangest thing about his body.
When he was done emasculating the rhino, the huge armoured fellow just stepped back and gave a thoughtful stroke to that smoothed-over crotch of his. He pursed his lips, nodded his head, and then simply pulled his pants back up to wander if into the chaos of the club. Not quite joining in the worship like the other two, but simply accepting that his cock was better suited to enhancing the zebra's perfect spire. Kint was making one hell of a mess already, feeling like he could have blown his load if he lost control for even a second, if he so much as sneezed. But that horse was still caught in his field, stuck in his gravity, and was slowly sliding closer despite his neighs of distress.
That stretch on the other equine's balls was starting to look uncomfortable. They were smooth and taut in their sack as they lifted up high, stretching until they looked like they were liable to detach. The poor horse was snorted, groaning, staggering forward when the pull was too much to bear. Kint wasn't going to keep him straining any longer. He had even more control of his titanic dick by that point, bending it and twisting it with all the elegance of a hungry serpent, striking forth and latching onto its next meal with a squishy noise. Pre ended up shooting off in all directions, coating the zebra's surroundings in a musky mist.
It was working even faster than before, too. Kint couldn't help but bray out in pleasure. The mix of tingly feline and sloppy canine tongues on his cock was making it hard to keep from cumming. He tapped his hooves on the floor as his balls sagged right down beside it, sucking down that horse's shaft as it almost seemed to gulp at it. All the stallion could do was slump down and accept it. He twitched as that cock squeezed especially hard, applying nearly crushing strength around his own shaft, and he had to marvel in some sort of awe when he saw just how big the zebra was getting. His dick was nearly the size of the rest of Kint himself by that point, pulsating violently as his admirers worked their tongues over the ridges and oversized veins.
This time, it barely took long at all. Just a few seconds of working hard on that formally impressive horse cock, and it had swallowed down all its girth, all its potency, and left that stallion with absolutely nothing. Shaft, sheath, balls, all of it simply became part of the zebra's growing, flexing, twitching monolith, and all the horse could do was stagger back and fall on his ass in front of it. That revealed his smoothed over crotch just like the others, and he simply stared up in disbelief at the gigantic zebrahood towering over him, shrouding him in its shadow.
Drinks were toppling, dishes were clattering over at the bar. People were stumbling, clinging onto things, onto each other. It was sheer chaos, sheer depravity, and it he didn't blow his load quickly he was going to bring down the entire club under the gravitational force of his dick. Thankfully for everyone else around him, it didn't take him long to reach his peak. He didn't have to do a single thing himself. The steady attention of his pair of worshipful attendants ensured he got to filling out his oversized shaft with all the cum packed into his sagging, ballooned nuts. All the pressure pent up from those multiple nullifications finally came pouring out like a dam had been burst, and the horse was right there in the path of musky destruction.
The first blast shot right up to the ceiling, and the rest came pouring down like a heated rainstorm, splattering the horse and anyone else who dared get close enough. Max and the wolf alike both went sliding down onto their knees in front of the erupting zebra, holding out their paws and sticking out their tongues to catch as much of that precious seed as they could. And they got more than they could possibly have needed, their palms overflowing, their throats quickly clogged with potent spunk, leaving them coughing and choking just a little. All three of them rapidly vanished beneath the flood, while Kint finally took hold of his shaft, feeling it shrinking slowly in his grip while he roughly jerked and pumped out gob after gob of musky zebra cream.
Those kneeling three got toppled and coated all over again, all their colours disappearing beneath the constant gush of seed. All was white, layered on thicker and thicker until they were completely smothered. The steaming puddled stretched out around them, leaving them as barely more than lumps amid the mess. For a time he thought they had simply melted, overtaken by his sheer potency, but he saw them moving and twitching around enough to know they were still whole under there.
He was panting and sweating from the exertion of just cumming for so long. He felt lightheaded, his vision blurry. His tongue was hanging from his lips, and he was pretty sure he was drooling on himself. From rippling in climax, his muscles finally just started to go numb until he could hardly feel a thing anymore. His body was slumping, breaking down, and his cock was eventually returning to something more reasonable. Though it was still bigger than ever before, flopping right past his knees, nearly touching the floor as he sat swinging it back and forth between his legs, dripping the rest of his cum beneath him. His balls were like melons, his cock a soaking, flexible thing he could move in any direction he liked, and three more males had been robbed of their manhoods entirely just for the sake of enhancing his own.
It made no sense to him. He didn't know why it was happening. But he knew having that fat, flexible dick flopped down atop his heavy, enhanced balls felt fantastic. And it was even more fun to see those three former males crawling their way out of the cum, drenched and dripping, fur ruined with his musky scent. Even the horse didn't seem all that distressed anymore. Derived of his precious malehood, he was simply meek, submissive, gently looking up towards the zebra who had essentially castrated him with a look of respect and reverence. Kint could get used to such a look.
As much as he would have liked to stay and help clean up all the mess, it was probably best if he didn't stay around any longer. It was already nearly impossible to cram his balls and softened cock back into even the stretchiest of pants. So he just let his newly nullified playthings do it for him. Servants? Pets? Thralls? Whatever they were called. He left them to take care of the splatter as best they could, while he headed on home to have a shower. They seemed to obedient, so eager to do whatever he asked of them after he'd stolen their dicks for his own. And all the guys he walked even remotely near were showing even stronger attraction to him than usual. He wondered just how long this would last.
***
Of course, he still had a job to get to. It was a lot harder to get dressed in the morning on Monday, but other than that he wasn't suffering from any ill effects from his new abilities. And he was quite thankful he only had the one male coworker. Max surprised him by outright hugging him when they saw each other in the morning, snuggling up close to his barely concealed bulge, his happy rumbles making it twitch a bit. Kint got over the surprise quickly, leaning down and smooching the cat between the ears before they headed into work together.
He was acutely aware of some of the glances he was getting as he strolled around the office, doing his best not to outright shove his bulge in anyone's face. It wasn't easy. But none of the women he worked with showed any signs of that unusual attraction. The remained in their chairs and didn't cast him any particularly unusual looks. Maybe a flirty one or two. But there were plenty of annoyed glances as well when he kept staring just to make sure none of them were reacting to that invisible force he was inexplicably projecting.
Kint's efforts to carry on as if nothing was unusual almost worked for half the day. It was nearing lunch when his desk phone rang. His boss was on the other end, snorting into the receiver.
"My office. Need to talk. Now."
The zebra didn't even manage to get a single word in before he heard a click on the other end. He was obviously in some sort of trouble, for one thing or another. Maybe the boss just felt like yelling. But going into that office was going to mean there would be consequences. For the bull. Not himself. He could already feel himself twitching at the thought. For all of the bull's negative traits, for what an asshole he could be, he was still a thick, bulky male with no doubt a sizable cock and set of balls. They would make a potent contribution to Kint's growing girth.
He cast a look over to Max, who was seated nearby. They just exchanged glances for a short while, the lion breaking into a broad grin and nodding encouragingly. It was pretty clear what he thought of the whole thing. Kint just snorted at the devious kitty's enthusiasm, and stood up from his desk, feeling his cock drop down his right pant leg as he did so. His balls could use some air, all clamped up and bulging in his dress pants. It was increasingly feeling like it was time to pull them out.
The bull wasn't even sitting when Kint stepped into his office, the towering bovine just standing tall beside his desk, his arms folded tight and a bit scowl on his face. It would have been pretty intimidating if his solid stance didn't immediately waver as soon as Kint was near. The zebra knew what that meant by now. And this time it was even stronger than before. The bigger his cock got, the more potent that magnetic tug seemed to be. The bull snorted out, uncrossing his arms to brace himself against his desk, nearly toppling on his hooves. From standing strong and looking like some sort of iron bulwark, he was soon a wobbling, puffing, startled mess, unable to keep his balance as his hips started moving on their own.
"What is - this is no time for tricks, zebra. We have a lot to talk about in regards to your recent performance."
"Yeah? Well I'm here. Lay it on me," Kint teased. He couldn't' help but get just a little drunk on power. Especially once his cock really started stirring, sensing pre, rising up towards the his belt, testing just how strong it was. A mere piece of leather wasn't going to be able to hold it back for long.
The bull just stomped one his hooves, dragging it along the floor as he fought to regain his balance and composure.
"Stop that, that, whatever it is you're doing. If you think this is funny I'll have you out of here on your ass faster than you can say ... faster than ... ugh."
"Something the matter, boss?"
Kint feigned innocence while he watched the bull's pants start to bulge right out with his rising cock. Not even necessarily firm, just being tugged on, dragged up out of his pants until it was testing his front button. It popped soon enough, soaring across the room, and the zipper didn't last much longer. Before long and the force surrounding the zebra's cock had gone ahead and ruined a nice pair of dress slacks, and his own weren't far behind. He swiftly unbuckled to prevent too much wardrobe damage.
The bull gave a bellow of anger while he smacked a hand at his shaft like it were misbehaving, trying to force it to settle down. But there was no keeping it away. It rose up, completely bare once it burst free of its coverings, hovering there in the air, firming up some but mostly limp. It stretched out taught, and then just kept stretching while the bull's lemon-shaped balls flopped out of his open fly and started doing the same. Their elongated shape became even longer as the pressure upped, and eventually the pull was so strong that flustered bull had no choice but to step a little closer before his dick stretched to the shape of a pencil.
The problem with that was, the closer he got, the stronger the pull became. Kint let his cock flop out, standing up, then snaking off, winding back and forth, nearly slithering through the air towards its prey. The zebra wasn't really sure if he was controlling it or not. It moved with such grace, such predatory expertise, but he still felt like he could have told it to stop if he wanted to. Probably. But he didn't bother to hold it back anymore. Even as it firmed up again, it retained that bizarre flexibility, reaching not for the bull's cock directly, but rather curling and coiling right around the whole of his muscular body. Wrapping him up like a python, just as thick and powerful as one too. The bull didn't say anything more as he got pulled nearly face to face with Kint, trapped in the encircling embrace, simply casting him a furious, disapproving look. But he wasn't actually fighting it. His body knew what it wanted.
So did Kint's. Once he had locked his prey int hat snake-like embrace, stretching his flexible, unnatural cock right around the entirety of his boss' body, he just dove down to begin feeding. The head of his cock flared out, slit stretching open as he squelched down over the bull's own shaft, enveloping it in a moment with a delicious schlick. That had Kint break into a grin, especially once he saw the stunned expression on the bull's face. Not angry anymore. Simply dazed, confused, but increasingly accepting what was happening to him as that snakelike zebra cock sucked on his own shaft, gulping down its potency and stealing away its girth, making his balls pull up tighter and tighter to his body as they lost their size with every bulging gulp.
It was like the zebra's cock was drinking down the bull's, every swallow stealing another half-inch off of its length, making it just a little thinner, but more sensitive in the process. It got the huge bovine snorting again, stomping, breathing hotly above the zebra while that thieving process eventually brought him to a sudden, uncontrollable orgasm. Except, it could barely even be called that. A tiny squirt from a cock that barely even existed, it nonetheless outright brought the bull to his knees. He sunk down, dipping his head, making a sound that almost sounded like a whimper. His cheeks were blazing hot, and he didn't look up at the zebra. Kint's cock just followed him down, pinching at those last few tiny inches, squeezing and kneading them, milking them dry until there was nothing more to give, and the bull's impressive manhood was nothing more than weight upon that fat dick.
With a jolt as pleasure rolled through his nerves, the zebra stepped a little close, pushing his glorious nuts right up in his boss's face, letting the sweat roll down them and onto the bovine's nose. He was resistant at first, but eventually he was sniffing at that sack, taking in the musk that had claimed him and charmed him. Submitting to something simply inherent inside him. Even the big, powerful male had to give in to the zebra. All males did, it seemed. And as he broke that bull in, he felt his own orgasm surging, tensing his muscles, straightening his spine while his balls started flexing and churning. It was ready to take everything he'd just claimed and spit it right back again over the very same bull.
There was so much cum travelling through his rigid, coiled cock that it bulged out the skin upon it. They both were left to watch it winding all around the bull's body, pressing in against his muscles while the zebra twitched from ears to hooves, braying out and groaning. For every inch it travelled, that knee-shaking sensation of pure pleasure, that orgasmic peak than usually only lasted for a second or two at most, just kept lingering. It was enough to nearly make the zebra lose track of where he was, until it all came to an even greater peak. His slit spread wide to make way for all that cum, and it shot forth like a cannon to hit the bull right in the face at high speed.
Kint's boss was knocked right back by the force, kept from toppling over simply by the constriction of the cock that held his muscles tight. It wasn't quite a crushing force, not quite the python it was acting like, but that dick was squeezing him harder than it had any right to. And the noise of him being splattered echoed all through the office. The other workers surely heard it down the hall, and probably smelled the potent dose of musk wafting there. One open window wasn't nearly enough to let it all out. That bull was being marked, and thoroughly, simply kneeling there before his new master while he got his good suit utterly ruined, bathed and painted and stuck to his skin beneath by the torrents of cum.
The zebra swayed back and forth, swishing his tail in bliss as he creamed his boss from horns to hooves, sparing nothing. Not a single detail on his hefty body was left dry. It was as much beneath his clothes as on top, soaking right through until the fabric was barely there anymore. Just a thin, translucent couple of layers stuck to his hide. His crotch was bare, smooth, and his grumpy, disapproving demeanour had entirely melted away. No longer wearing a scowl, when he finally looked up at the zebra's face, there was only wide-eyed awe. He was blushing, biting his lip, looking embarrassed, humiliated even. But there was no doubt from such a distinct yet silent stare that he loved what happened to him. Even someone like him couldn't deny it.
Kint leaned in to pat his boss on the head a few times, right between the horns with a squish squish, and he set to slowly unfurling his shaft from around his form. From stretched out and flexible, it formed back into a relatively normal shape. Thicker. Heavier. Longer. More. But it was still shaped like a regular cock, resting atop a pair of balls that simply wasn't going anywhere. He spurted a few last ropes in the bull's face just when ht seemed to be clearing it off, and then left his dick flop down. There was no way he was going to get his pants back up with that much stolen girth. Everyone was going to see it. But he didn't think the boss would give him any trouble about it. Not when he was looking up at him with such an increasingly adoring expression.
All Kint could do was wipe his cock off as best he could, using a coat hanging from a hook nearby. Then he jammed it back in his pants as best he could, standing there, hands on his hips, considering his options. Maybe he just ought to get back to work. Or maybe he ought to start negotiating a raise. Once his boss remembered how to talk again anyway. Things were going to be a lot different now that his latent power, blessing, curse, whatever had manifested fully. He didn't know how to turn it off. And though he shrunk down after cumming, he never quite seemed to return to normal. Well, he was open to a little adventure. And there were still so many cocks out there for him to consume, so many cute or studly guys to convert into those awestruck, adoring, obedient nullified servants, one by one.