GCHQ - 01 - Front Tail
#1 of GCHQ
Story concepts: Prehensile cock, cock growth, hyper, solo, male.
Narrator's note: You may notice similarities to a story in the scraps folder. This is a better attempt to tell the real story. More soon. Sam's journey is just beginning.
GCHQ - 01 - Front Tail
by warmghost
Story concepts: Prehensile cock, cock growth, hyper, solo, male.
Narrator's note: You may notice similarities to a story in the scraps folder. This is a better attempt to tell the real story. More soon. Sam's journey is just beginning.
PROLOGUE
Everything was white.
Sam figited at his work desk, his eyes watering as he stared at bright white monitor. "Who the hell uses a white terminal background?" Sam mumbled, blinking a few times in shock. His eyes began to cramp up, though this wasn't the only cramping he was feeling. Yet again Sam found himself counting down the end of his work day by the second. He glanced down past the keyboard at his crotch, thinking about how uncomfortable it felt.
Sam's IT job at this property management firm was as comfortable as it was boring, but somehow he knew he counted down the seconds more than anyone else there. Glancing to his sides, his co-workers sat at desks next to him, totally consumed in their work. Sam observed how much more he was fidgeting around then they were. Despite being only a meter away, it felt as if there was a hidden but great distance between himself and everyone around him. "It's the little things" he thought to himself. "Like using white on a fucking terminal window" he thought while emitting a huffy chuckle out loud. In reality there many more significant things standing between the 25 year old closeted Sam and his otherwise genuinely well intentioned "team partners" next to him.
Then one co-worker turned toward Sam, stretching his arms above his head, "gonna be a good game tonight!" as Sam quickly then blurted "Oh yeah I bet!" despite not even knowing what "game" his colleagues could be referring to. "Gonna be outta here soon!" his co-worker said, getting up and walking toward the bathroom.
Sam watched his co-worker enter the employee bathroom and enter a stall, as the main door slowly came back to a close. "The door is closed and yet what's going on in there is probably so normal" Sam thought. "What do normal people do in bathrooms anyway? Piss? Stretch? Check their phone?" Of course, Sam did these things too, especially the checking phone part... but in his moment of snark and questioning of cultural standards, he was also admittedly grateful that the bathroom stall walls existed, and that he could be who he needed to be in there, even if just for a moment. "Does anyone else feel this as intensely as I do? Doesn't anyone want to go home as much as I do right now?"
There's the cramping again. Sam's self control was really getting out of hand lately. Do normal people get this pent up?
Oh good. 4PM. Finally.
Sam raced down the highway as fast as he could, with one hand on the steering wheel and another feeling the bulge in his pants. He was definitally soaked from pre cum, even more than usual. He sped past car after car, switching lanes every few seconds. "Does anyone else drive this fast because of how horny they are?"
As Sam entered his private home, he took note to make sure no-one else was there. This was routine. Both the no-one being home part, and the Sam checking just in case anyway part. Still the risk of a random family member attempting to visit him would cause a change of routine very quickly. Almost there.
Sam entered his room, locked the door, plopped down on the couch, and took a sigh of relief.
He started thinking about his co-workers, what it must be like to be like them. Normal. Of course, he was like them in a lot of ways. He shared their interests, their humor, their job descriptions... They all ate the same foods, wrote similar code... But besides those things, there was something ultimately boring about being a normal western middle class male... with normal male attributes.
Sam undid his belt buckle as he slouched on his futon.
"I mean really though, what must that be like? They seem happy enough. Happy to leave work like Sam every day at 4. But... was it the same happiness?"
Sam slid his pants off, squirming around to help it along. As his underwear came into view, Sam sighed with a slight grin. They were soaked. He looked at the lopsided and plump bulge for a moment trying to figure out where it started and where it ended. Despite being soaked, it just looked like a wet squishy blob.
Sam paused and debated if he wanted to pull away at the top elastic band with his hands or not. "Nah" he blurted out loud. "Let's do this the fun way." Sam watched as his underwear stirred on its own, the bulge expanding and moving. Sam could feel the blood pumping, the heat emanating. The best part of Sam's day was here.
He concentrated, staring down at his crotch watching the hottest show Sam has ever known take place before his eyes. The underwear began to slide down his legs. Revealed at his crotch was what could only be described as a spiral of coiled cock, slowly beginning to move forward toward edge of the couch, then down to the floor, pushing his underwear down and down. Unspooling more and more... "yesss" said Sam under his breath. Finally he felt it, the floor.
He kicked his underwear to the side, leaning forward to observe what was in front of him.
"I love you so much" placing a hand on his member... His now fully exposed penis ran to the front edge of the couch between his legs, then hung in a flacid like state down over the edge, with the tip hanging just low enough to brush the carpet by his feet.
Sam stared down with a smile, watching as he wiggled the cock tip feeling the light brush of the carpet, until finally, his favorite moment. The cock head tilted to the side, as his whole member began to curl upwards supporting itself. What looked like the beginnings of an erection were quickly surpassed by the full live movement of his member, as his cock tip went up and up, like a snake curling it's head upward, finally being suspended just in front of Sam's face.
"I really do love you, my front tail, my cock."
Sam's penis was prehensile. Like an elephant trunk. Like a long cock tentacle. Like his favorite limb. Like a normal penis, but better, and with enough length to hang at his ankles.
Curling it back down, he brushed it along his legs and the couch, slowly enjoying the soft friction as it slithered along.
He thought back to when he first discovered it at a younger age. He knew he was different. It only took a google search or two of "i can move my penis?" to find forum posts of guys claiming they could move their penises by flexing their silly pubococcygeus muscle. But no, Sam was unique. It only got better as he grew, as it grew... being able to wiggle the tip, then some of the shaft, then the more recent developments...
He did everything with his penis when he could. Even if it was inefficient, or silly, or dumb. Picking up an object? No problem. Holding an object? Oh it got better. "Ohhh yes. Hmmm..." Sam blurted out as he kept slithering his cock against the carpet under where he was sitting. "Uuhghgh yesssss..." he wiggled it around. Freedom. Finally.
It took some practice, but eventually Sam brushed his teeth with his penis, spread jam on toast by keeping a butterknife tightly coiled, flicked every light switch in the house... There was so much pleasure, all with his hands at his sides. Sam would sit on his couch after work for hours some nights, just slithering and rubbing his prehensile member all over everything within reach, often accidentally leaving drops of precum all over items. He'd slither it over to a small hand weight sitting in the corner and coil it, squeezing hard and feeling the shape of it. Then he'd hoist it around, exercising his cock as it held the weight, up and down. Sam absolutely loved coiling things, gripping them tightly, flexing all the muscles.
"Speaking of 'reach'" Sam thought, "time for more experimenting." It had only been a week since the incident. He thought back on the night he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Sam had awoken in the dark, soaking wet with now cold cum... his head sticking to the bed he laid on, except it was no bed, it was his member. He was splayed on top of it, the head of his member somewhere further ahead in the darkness. His arms were wrapped around it as though snuggling a body pillow. Sam curled his fingers into the thick, heavy shaft, feeling it's soft outer skin yet firm inner mass. "I just passed out. Oh my. Oh wow." He started to sit up, still coated and sticky, one of his eyes stuck closed, thinking back to his latest memory. It was so vivid and reliable. Was it a few minutes ago? Hours? How long had he been out? All he remembered was collapsing on the floor, moaning and yelling, as he learned to let go and grow for the first time. It must have been so good he blanked out. Sam pushed himself up to a sitting position, noticing he was otherwise stuck to his heavy shaft on the floor. He looked up into the dark shadows of the room, and his jaw dropped. His cock, now as thick as his own torso, ran the length of the room up to the door and had bunched up in a thick curled up curve trying to find more space for itself, with the tip having been pushed up the wall. "Oh no what am I... this is so good... fuck this is..." Sam let himself fall back down on top of his sensitive shaft, feeling the whole weight jolt.
It took hours, but the size did go back down. Would he just have been stuck there reliving that memory for ever? What if no-one found him? As Sam slowly watched his shaft inch back down in size, he was in shock from both his own potential, and his own worry of safety. "So I can just... grow? Whenever I want, and it feels THIS good?" Tears ran down Sam's face as his mind raced around everything he just felt, finally being able to stand with his heavy shaft and massive balls weighing down from his crotch still resting against the floor. "I can grow my... and I can control..." Sam looked around the soaking wet destroyed room, and grinned.
The next day, Sam explored this totally new feeling, this new level of pleasure. The next level. It was like a pressure he could somehow let go of. A pressure he felt all his life... the feeling of getting hard. "I can... let go of being hard?"
He practiced letting go of his growth in more controlled ways. It felt so good to get nice and pent up, just as his already long and prehensile shaft would get stiff.... and then.... let go! Another inch. Another inch. That feeling of "so hard it hurts" and that feeling of stiffness would vanish more with every pulse of growth. It strangely would look flaccid every time it grew, getting softer on each pulse. Sam grasped his cock to feel and observe it's hardness only to realize it didn't grow from hardness or pressure... it was just... growing.
"Okay so... huh.." he thought. Sam held back his growth again, rubbing the new soft length.. still holding... noticing as it got hard again. Sam tried to wiggle his prehensile muscles but felt the usual stiffness from being hard. Then he grew it again, pulse after pulse of growth, suddenly soft and flexible again! "So... I don't have to worry about getting hard and not being able to move it anymore!" Sam yelled excitedly into his empty room. Sam previously would only be prehensile for so long before he got too pent up and his cock would be hard and stick outward. Not anymore. The best workaround imaginable.
Sam didn't even care that it took forever for his cock to shrink back down to normal size after he was done using it for the most ridiculous of things now. He would grow out to the other side of the room to reach something, but then have to wait an hour for it to shrink again. Sam decided to reserve his moments of growth to when he knew he'd have the time, which lucky for him, was often.
Snapping back to his present Friday afternoon session, Sam wrapped his fingers around the base of his slithery member as it started to get hard. Sam loved that horny feeling probably as much as any guy, but then he'd pulse his cock's muscles feeling it barely move from stiffness. It was a pleasure filled feeling, but growing was still better. Sam used to spend time exercising the muscles when his penis got hard, but tonight he was feeling the desire to be more free. Sam stopped holding back... *throb* "Ahhhh yesss" *another throb* Sam felt the carpet push up against his tip. "There we go. Longer. Yesss." *throb* a pulse of growth ran down his member, thickening it against his hand, the fingers now barely able to wrap around it. *throb again* now lengthening visibly along the floor, Sam was in bliss. As it lengthened, it pushed his member further along the carpet. Every pulse felt like its own orgasm.
"That's right, you can grow now. Yes. Hmm how about that TV remote. It's just over there. Let's get it." Sam quietly whispered to himself, as Sam slowly slithered his cock across the carpet.
Did his co-workers have anything like this in their life? Did anyone? Probably not?
No-one knew. Sam thought it was pretty crazy he'd somehow managed to keep his secret for this long. Ever since he started washing his body in the shower almost entirely with his cock, humorously holding his arms in the air while his cock washed his body, he was almost sure he'd get caught at some point and then he'd have some explaining to do.
By age 18 Sam would turn out the lights at night, get into bed, and slither his cock out of his underwear and up to his mouth for a several hour makeout session. He was always nervous if he fell asleep and left his thick hose of a cock dangling from his mouth for someone else to see.
Luckily these days Sam lived alone.
Just then Sam noticed a drip of pre on the tip. He lifted his cock off the floor, brought it up to his mouth and wiggled the tip, causing the pre to drip into his open maw. Sam shuddered with pleasure. "yeesss.... yes" Sam whispered to his cock head.
Looping back down and back to that remote, he nuzzled his appendage up to it, feeling the protruding rubber buttons on it with his sensitive tip, 7 feet away from where he was sitting. He mushed the fat cock head against the power button, leaving behind a dribble of pre on the remote in the process.
As the TV came on, Sam glanced back at the remote, which he had not touched with his hands in probably weeks. It was totally coated in a layer of dried up pre. Sam let out a laugh at how ridiculous it looked, even though this was something he was used to. Sam spent a lot of time keeping both himself and the things in his life as clean as possible, but he had to admit there was some sense of pride in seeing the poor object on the floor totally saturated with his juices.
What was even the point of this? Was there anyone like him? Why was he like this? He didn't know. Sam almost didn't want to know. It was his. His pleasure, his feeling. His lovely, warm growing tentacle in his crotch.
Curling back his cock, he licked the tip again, this time finally reaching his arms up to grab the levitating end of the appendage. "I love you." Sam muttered to it. He chuckled once more. This was ridiculous, but it was his moment in the day. Running his fingers down the shaft, massaging the muscles and veins.
"Hmm lets make tonight a night that lasts." Sam mumbled out loud to no-one. He hung his long cock in his mouth, catching the edges of the tip with his lips. Time to watch some YouTube and suck for a while.
Sam was so used to planning ahead from his childhood. He used to have to keep it coiled along his leg to conceal it from others noticing. "I mean really though... how have these people not found out yet? Fuck I mean, even people I've had sex with don't know!" Sam thought to himself. In the few times he'd done things with the sexual partners he'd had over his lifetime, Sam would hold his cock at a normal size, let it get hard naturally and get to business. They never even knew. What if he had told that last guy? Who should he trust? "Would a guy even like the feeling of me wiggling around in there? I wonder if I'll ever have a lover or two?" He pondered.
Sam paced into the bathroom, and started the shower. He loved these. It was the perfect combination. Isolation. Safety. Freedom. The calmness of a warm shower... and of course a bathtub to take care of the messes he'd make. Sam thought back to his childhood, and how important the shower was for him. The one place he could be free, coil his cock around the soap bottles and use them. "That poor rubber duck" Sam chuckled as he felt the water for temperature.
Sam gazed over the shower stall, it's width barely enough to contain his large balls the first few times he had growth sessions, until he learned to control that better and direct the feeling. His ejaculations were still quite a problem though. Sam would cum for minutes on end, longer for the longer his cock was. He'd ejaculate even more than he'd urinate normally. God the sickening feeling of dehydration afterwards. How did that even work anyway? Semen isn't stored in the testicles right? Isn't that the prostate or?.. "Ehh who cares, let's do another 6 inches tomorrow night!" Sam thought to himself. Growing his balls was fun, but that started to get really obnoxious if he had to get it down quick in an emergency, plus it didn't feel as good. They'd just be in the way. Or would they? "What if I just... kept growing? How would I even get around? Should I just sit around in a big room all day?" wondered Sam.
Then Sam jumped at the sudden feeling of his tip touching the cold bathroom floor. He hadn't been paying attention, and his cock had grown again. If Sam was horny and didn't hold his size, this always happened. He quickly curled it upwards and off the floor, wiggling the tip and flexing it once again.
From that special night forward, Sam had been careful with his growth. He had yet to go over a meter or two again. Sam wanted to experiment more though. He had discovered that with practice... he could grow long enough to wrap it around the shower door pole, and nearly lift his own body weight. "Might as well try again!" He figured. His cock reached up and over the bar, and he did his best to hoist. His feet started to lift from the ground, leaving just his toes touching the floor, up more and more as his cock pulled. "Yeah this isn't difficult at all wow except..." Sam was jolted back down again as his member slipped. The metal bar was cold and too smooth for his thick penis to hold on to. "Okay so penis pull-ups are now a thing I can do. Heck yeah." Sam was so proud.
He turned and looked in the mirror as it steamed up. "Hua. I guess I look okay today." Sam spoke out loud to himself, ignoring the ridiculousness of what else was happening that could be seen. Sam's friends would always exclaim "you're so CUTE OMG!" when ever Sam posted a nude to his AD twitter. "You're like a perfect twink, nice bulge!".... Was he cute? Sam didn't think so. "Meh." he muttered. His smooth hairless skin was starting to get goosebumps from the cold bathroom. Time for that shower. Sam entered, and immediately realized he still had to pee.
"Gah dammit." While he could just pee in the shower, Sam knew that wasn't as much fun, and so he let go again. "Ahhhh yes" as his member inched bigger. Sam reached his cock back out the shower door, around the bathroom wall, aimed at the toilet, and urinated.
Sam had probably not stood in front of a toilet to piss in half a decade. He always loved playing games with how weirdly he could do it. Lay down on the floor and reach his penis up to aim in. Stand in the corner at and angle and curve it around. Keep his pants on, slither all the way down the pant leg, then back up and over the bowl. Or like tonight, peeing into the toilet from the shower. Sam had gotten pretty good at knowing how to aim, even without looking.
Sam wasn't much into water sports, though yet another idea crossed into his mind of showering in his own piss, using his cock like a shower hose, reaching up perfectly over his head to spray down on himself if he wanted.
"Annnddd yes. Let's just... over here yes.." Sam let out as he felt the weight of his large member suspended several meters over toward the toilet. "Maybe tomorrow, I'll see if I can pee in here all the way from my bedroom!" he pondered.
The thought of getting really big and long was very appealing to Sam. While he was nervous, he couldn't hold back the idea of how hot it would be to grow as much as he wanted, to fill out the whole living room with dense cock and feel massive. He knew this had to happen.
But this was already a fun night on its own, plus he was excited about what he had in mind next. After all, this was one of Sam's fetishes. As his member dribbled the last bit of urine into the toilet, he swung his cock toward the counter to encircle a box of condoms, picking them up and bringing them toward the shower, but then the box fell. "Damnit! Need to practice that" Sam mumbled to himself, as he reached down with his arm this time to grab the box on the floor. He pulled a condom out, chewed the wrapper off, then curved his cock up near his face where it was easily visible.
It was then that Sam noticed why he dropped the box earlier. The shape of his cock head looked a bit strange. "What the hell?" Sam thought as he peered at the new more flat shape and more protruded rim on the tip. It looked almost animal-like. Sam reached his arm out to touch the tip, feeling how sensitive it was. "Well whatever's happening, it feels good." Sam thought, but then wondered if he'd still be able to get the condom on with the now "flared" looking tip. Five minutes of frustrating adjustments later, it was on, and tight. "Gonna have to find bigger ones!" Sam thought.
Sam stood at one end of the shower, his toned but small 160cm tall body facing outward toward the open space. He gazed at himself in the mirror on the other side of the bathroom once more, observing his smooth hairless crotch and how nicely it transitioned to his thick, slightly veiny member which was suspending itself in an upward curve. Sam grinned, closed his eyes, and let go of every bit of himself that held back. Tonight, Sam was going to burst this condom.
"But yeah... what if... I had a boyfriend... or even two..." Sam thought as he lay in bed. Could anyone handle this? What if he was just a freak? Did he deserve intimacy? Was he alone?
The word "alone" echoed through his head, as he stared into his dark bedroom at 2AM. "In the end" he mumbled to himself in the darkness, "what if this feeling of isolation is actually no different from what anyone feels? Whether I'm a freak or not?" Perhaps in this small way, he knew he wasn't alone.
As the minutes ticked by on the now rainy Friday night... Sam reached for his laptop.
His face came into illumination from the screen's backlight, typing his password with one hand, and tilted the screen back with his cock mushed against the upper bezel... the desktop appeared.
"Even if someone would find it to be a fetish... it's still desire right?" he continued mumbling, as he waited for the browser to load. "Would someone be interested in who I really am... the truth about how horny I am? How much fun I have with this control? This thing that has taken over my life?" Sam gazed as his special cock, now coiled up neatly next to him in the bed. "And... how much I love it?"
The webpage loaded, and Sam started writing...