Malapar Shares a Pill
Malapar looked at the pills sitting on the bathroom counter.
He was fresh from a hot session with two friends, Kyle and Dustin. They were out in the living room, sleeping. The whole room was pretty much soaked with his cum - a condition his bedroom was also suffering. He didn't go in there much, anymore. The scent was overpowering, not to mention it was getting gross in there. He'd have to do something about that.
He rolled one of the pills between thumb and index finger, looking at it intensely. This little campsule had led to his enormous gift. It changed his life, for better and worse. For better in that he had never had so much fun, felt so much pleasure. For worse in that he wasn't being productive in any manner other than working his new, big cock.
He wanted to share this little gift, though. He didn't dare think to take another pill, fearing how much bigger he would get. He was definitely satisfied. But what of Dustin, or Kyle? Maybe one of them would want to be as big (or almost as big) as he? He closed his eyes and tried to picture Kyle, lean and athletic wolf Kyle, with an enormous, throbbing dick thumping on his chest. He tried to picture Kyle sucking on it, cumming, lost in pleasure.
It was difficult. He moved on to picturing the same thing, but with Dustin, the doberman. He already was pretty well built, with strong muscles from an honest, everyday workout. Mal felt it would suit Dustin better, but would he submit willingly?
Mal thought about that. It was possible Dustin would abuse his new gift as Mal had. It probably wasn't the best thing for him, but still...it'd be damn hot and fun to have another huge cock in the mix. Kyle would enjoy it for sure. That wolf would pass out from the sight of Dustin and Mal, side by side, huge cocks towering over him.
He'd be sure to ask when the two of them awoke.
~ ~ ~
Mal was in the kitchen making some breakfast when he heard Kyle and Dustin groan and stir. He looked back at them, seeing them rubbing their heads, standing up slowly and weakly. "Jesus Christ," Kyle said with a weak smile on his face. "I never thought my dick would be so sore."
Dustin laughed. "Yeah, same here. That was quite the experience, Mal," he winked at the bull. "Shit, just thinking about last night's getting me all hot and bothered again."
Kyle chuckled and grabbed Dustin's stiffening cock. The doberman winced, and pulled back. "Oh, come to think of it, maybe I should wait a while. Damn, that's sore."
"Mal has a tendency to push you to your limits," Kyle remarked, thinking about a week ago when he had the greatest sex of his life with the bull. All that cum...He shivered, grunting and wincing as his own erection started to come back.
"It's like Mal has an aura about him!" Dustin laughed. "I'm pretty sure no one can be around you and not get horny, Mal."
Malapar smiled as he fixed another omelette, his huge cock hanging between his thighs. He couldn't remember the last time he actually wore clothes. Come to think of it, had he even left his house since taking that pill? Wow, how was he still alive?
"I wouldn't mind giving you boys another go," he laughed and gestured to the plates on the counter. "Help yourselves."
They all put on some underwear and ate. Afterwards, Dustin leaned forward and rubbed his head. Kyle looked over, concerned. "You okay?"
"Just a huge headache. You really did a number on me, Mal," he smiled charmingly at the bull. Mal fell in love with that smile instantly. It was genuine and gorgeous; cute but also sexy. He couldn't help but smile back. "You want some medicine?"
"Please," Dustin put his head down, Kyle rubbing his back affectionately.
Mal went to the bathroom and opened a drawer, taking out some painkillers. "Who am I kidding?" he said to himself. He grinned and swiped one of the growth pills instead. "This is almost too perfect. This shit only happens in smut stories."
He gave Dustin the pill and a glass of water. "Thanks," the doberman said, flashing that smile again, that boyish smile that so greatly contradicted his masculine body. Mal knew this would be a good idea. He grinned when Dustin downed the pill, licking his lips after gulping the water. "Just give it a few minutes," Mal said. "And you'll be much better."
They moved back to the living room, eyeing the ceiling and its webwork of dried cum. "How do you plan on cleaning that up, Mal?" Kyle asked.
The bull scratched the back of his neck bashfully. "Oh, I don't know. I considered calling someone to clean it, but figured that'd be too embarrassing."
"Hey, it might lead to another hot encounter. The guy would enter, see all the cum, and ask where it came from. When you tell it him it came from you, he'd ask you to prove it, and then you'd whip out your stuff, and he'd be right on his knees."
"Yeah, or right out the door."
"All I'm saying is that it wouldn't hurt to try...Dustin, are you okay?"
They looked at the dog, who was on all fours, his fists white from squeezing the carpet so tightly. "What the hell..." he managed to say before rolling onto his back and yelling - a feirce, primal roar that sent shivers down the spine. His muscles were bulging as though he were lifted weights that were 50 pounds too heavy, his neck bulging with veins. Spit flew from his mouth as he yelled, his body thrashing on the ground as though he were having a mild seizure.
Uh oh, Mal thought. He didn't have nearly such an adverse reaction. What was going on?
He blinked when he saw Dustin's already-large muscles begin to expand, bulging outwards as though someone were pumping air into them with a tire pump. Out and out his entire body ballooned: biceps grew, quads expanded, his six pac became an eight pac, the grooves of his abs deep and sexy. His chest grew too, until he had two big mounds of meat, the crevice between them also deep. The canine was also growing in height, Mal noticed. His legs stretched as well as his torso, until he was about six and a half feet tall. Finally, it settled. Dustin was now the owner of a big, muscular body. It wasn't much larger than his original one, but it was larger nonetheless, like a bodybuilder, but not as nasty.
Something about this looked familiar, though. Mal studied Dustin, oddly complacent when compared to Kyle, who was freaking out as he knelt next to the canine. And then Mal realized that Dustin had the same build he himself possesed. He figured the pills also made your body grow to a certain extent as well, but Mal was already big enough that he didn't have the capacity to grow in muscle anymore.
Dustin was looking damn sexy, now, Mal noticed. Tall, strong, beefy...the bull eagerly awaited the next step.
"What's going on!?" Kyle cried, looking at Mal. The bull just shurgged, hardly paying attention to the worrying Kyle. "He'll be fine."
Kyle pointed at Mal, angry. "Did YOU have something to do with this?"
Mal just smiled and pointed at Dustin. Kyle looked, and his angry viasge disappeared, his eyes widening with wonderment.
Dustin's roaring had slowly decrescendoed. The canine blinked, holding his head up and looking around. "What just happened?" he said wearily. He slowly stood up, doing a double take as he reliazed how much taller he was. "What the HELL...?" He brought an arm in front of himself and examined it, turning it around, clenching his fists and watching as his forearms flexed, coils of muscle bulging under his fur. His eyes followed his arms up, and he bent his elbow, flexing his bicep. It towered up, colliding with his forearm, a vein throbbing at the top. "Woah...I wasn't this big before." He looked down, flexing his pecs, smiling as they ballooned outward. He scrunched his abs next, twisting his body a little and watching as they moved beautifully.
Mal was practically drooling, Dustin having provided the bull with a rear view. The canine's bottom bulged beautifully from his underwear, which was somehow still intact. Don't ask him how it was. Seriously, don't.
Dustin turned to face the other two, an expression of pure confusion on his face. "Mal? Do you know what - OOOH!" He suddenly hunched over, falling onto his knees. He sat there, breathing heavily and hoarsely, hands on his knees, head hunched over. His eyes were flickering, mouth opening and tongue drooping out. "Ohhh..."
Mal and Kyle glanced at each other. Mal was trying desperately to hide his excitement, and luckily Kyle was too focused on Dustin to notice the creeping grin on the bull's face.
Dustin's underwear began to tent, as though the canine were getting an erection. But, as Mal expected, it kept growing...and growing...and growing. The material was shockingly elastic, because in no time the white briefs were containing an entire foot of cock, jutting out obscenely. Dustin gave the others a good view when he threw himself backwards, becoming overloaded with intense pleasure. He fell onto the floor, palms on his face, growling and roaring as though in extreme pain. Up and up his tent went, until finally the underwear simply snapped. What cloth remained on his cockhead was stuck there by the incredible amount of precum, until finally it slid down his shaft, smearing it with pre as it went.
Dustin stuck his hips up, making his cock seem even bigger as it swelled and grew, so hard it was growing purple. It slithered up his navel, then finally settled between his huge pecs. Dustin couldn't help but to flex and squeeze them together, locking his cock between them in the deep crevice they formed, making him cry out in pleasure.
He finally regained his composure enough to understand what was happening to him...and he liked it. "Mmmm...yeah..." he moaned quietly to himself as he touched his body, flexing a bicep and rubbing it all over with his free hand, then leaning over to lick it with his long tongue. "Fuck..." He then ran an open palm down his stomach, then finally grabbed the base of his new, 20 inch long dick. He cried out in pleasure when he touched it, his head throbbing and spitting a wad of precum right on his nose. He licked it off quickly, and resumed pleasuring himself with both hands, slowly working them up and down his shaft in a tight grip.
Before long he had his palms stationary, and was thrusting up and down in them. "Oh God, YES..." he moaned, throwing his head from side to side, eyes closed, mouth open and tongue out in a goofy, pleasured smile. "Mmm so good..."
Kyle's erection was tenting and throbbing so hard it was visibly shaking up and down as blood rushed into it. His mouth as agape in awe, and he looked confused, as though not sure what to do now.
Malapar, on the other hand, had just the idea. Before long his own pair of briefs was torn off from his raging erection. He thumped the two feet of meat against his chest to get Kyle's attention, who turned to look with his mouth still open in such a strange fashion that he looked like he had Down syndrome. Mal knelt before the muscle canine, who was lost in his own trance of pleasure, and lightly suckled on the doberman's cockhead. Dustin responded in earnest, heaving his chest up and moaning so intensely and hotly that Kyle's legs started shaking, his breifs growing wetter with every massive throb of his nine inch cock.
Mal's lips then worked down Dustin's thick shaft, licking and kissing it as though it were another pair of lips. Dustin then took Mal's place on top, shoving his cockhead in his mouth and sucking, kissing, loving his new monster meat. Mal stopped his licking and starting stroking Dustin's shaft with both hands, grinning down as the horny doberman. "That's right big guy, suck your huge cock. Milk it nice..."
Dustin sucked harder, taking more in his mouth, precum trickling down his chin and onto his chest. Dustin was moaning loudly, but his cries of pleasure were muffled. Nevertheless, the effect was all the same on Kyle, who finally snapped out of his stupor and snapped his briefs clean off, quickly and rigorously pumping his cock. He must have been even harder and more horny than Dustin, because his prick was so purple and inflated it looked ready to burst. Precum dribbled out of him by the cup, soaking his hands and creating a big puddle on the floor. His moans were broken and harsh, his eyes never leaving the hot, hot sight of his amazingly muscled friend sucking his own huge cock, and being pumped by an equally muscled bull with an even bigger cock.
It was too much. Kyle started unloading on the two of them, his long ropes of cum splattering right onto Dustin's cock. The canine's mouth shot off his dick and unleashed a cry of pleasure so loud and hot that it even made Mal quiver. Dustin's cock started to throb greatly, veins pulsating, precum squirting out like a water gun, his cock quaking and lurching, warning for a massive orgasm. Mal kept pumping it in its entirety with both hands, "come on, stud. Show us how much cum you got now. Paint this room white." He pumped so hard that Dustin's enormous, orange-sized nuts were flopping up and down. The canine started thrusting into Mal's grip, making them flop around all the more.
"OH GOD...OHH...YEAH!!!" Dustin roared, mainting a position in which his hips were stuck in the air as his cock unleashed a spray of cum so intense it could only be matched by a fire hose. It shot into the air, summersaulted and then fell back down in splashes so heavy it was as though hail were falling on them.
"FUCK YES!! OH GOD!" The mighty rope of cum continued to shoot out of Dustin's throbbing, pulsating member. Even Mal was impressed - his first load wasn't nearly this big. He kept pumping that big cock though, whispering dirtily for Dustin to keep shooting, keep cumming...
And that he did. Dustin cupped his pecs with his hands, squeezing them, then proceeded to slowly glide them down his slick, cum covered eight pack, finally ending at the base of his cock. He took it in his own grip, Mal letting go, and starting thrusting into his tight hold, his hips slamming onto the ground and then rising back into the air.
After the first rope ended quite a while later, and the second began, Dustin rolled over and started to hump the floor, his cock poking him in the chin with each complete thrust. Malapar stood up and jerked himself as he watched, entranced by how Dustin's amazing bubble butt clenched in a manner so hot and slow and sensual that he lost all control. Before he knew it, he felt a warm sensation in his loins, resulting in a tidal wave of cum that seemed to come out of nowhere, coating Dustin's ripped, musclebound back in layer upon layer of thick bull seed. Mal pumped his cock with both hands, growling and snarling, thrusting into his grip.
Kyle was writhing on the floor, jerking himself with one hand as the other kneaded Dustin's cum against his toned body, his eyes closed and mouth open in a constant, low moan. He had already orgasmed three times, and was shooting blanks now. The pleasure, though, was just as intense, and he never wanted it to end, never wanted Dustin to keep hosing the place with his spunk, never wanted Mal to stop growling and coating his friend with an immense load, never wanted to stop watching those huge muscles tensed and flexed and throbbing with such power and masculinity.
But all things must end eventually. Dustin flipped over again, flinging a rope of cum right onto Kyle, who immediately felt another orgasm surge through his body. One final rope of cum splashed onto Mal's body before the canine's cock fell limp onto his chest. He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling. Mal did, too, and collapsed next to the wolf on his knees.
"I may...have slipped...you a growth pill," Mal confessed.
Dustin smiled that smile. Mal felt his heart leap, beating faster than when he orgasmed. "Thank you. I've never felt anything so incredible."
"You're not mad?"
"Look at me. How could I possibly be mad now?"
"You won't be able to stop pleasuring yourself."
"That sounds like the kind of life anyone would want to live."
Mal smiled. They looked over at Kyle. He was passed out, overloaded with pleasure, sleeping peacefully in a puddle of cum.
"What about him?" Mal asked.
"Oh, I think he'll have a good time pleasuring us," Dustin smirked. "Let's show him what we've got, once he wakes up, and takes a little break. In the mean time...I'm up for another round."
Mal was hard instantly.