Engorged

Owen flexed in the gym mirror making sure every single one of his muscles popped, his pecs were juicy, his abs defined and his biceps glistening with sweat, yet as the girl he fancied walked into the gym she didn’t give him a second glance. Instead her eyes remained glued to Dante, a not nearly as big or muscular guy across the gym who was struggling with weights half the size that Owen used. Owen was dumbfounded; no matter what he did he never attracted the attention or the woman he so desperately wanted to be with. Owen couldn’t understand it, he was the most fit, muscular and good looking guy at the gym but still she decided to flirt and fawn over that nobody.  Owen’s jealousy bubbled inside him as he saw the pair giggle and smile together, how she dare go with such an inferior male, what did he have that he didn’t. As Owen glared at Dante and his dream girl, the trickster lurked ready to strike.

Owen had the muscles, the face and the confidence, while Dante was some sweaty, gym wannabe. With a mix of envy, anger and sadness Owen let his desires known to the trickster as he stared at Dante across the gym. Owen wanted what Dante had, he didn’t know what it was that made that girl so attracted to him but Owen wanted it, he would do anything to be with that girl and so the trickster happily obliged as green fog engulfed Owen and he passed out. 

When Owen awoke to darkness, the first thing he felt was his unsettling, uncomfortable position and a familiar musky smell.  It was as if he was hanging off the side of his bed, like he had a nightmare and was on the precipice of falling and hitting the floor, except that feeling was constant and his head felt extra larger and swollen. What’s more accompanying the unsettling feeling was a very unpleasant, musky but familiar smell, it was an intensified sweaty stench but with something else added to the mix.  The smell and position were starting to make Owen nauseous, but his world was thrown again when something appeared to peel back from his face and allow the light to flood in. Owen wanted to shield his eyes but soon found out that he actually couldn’t feel his arms, in fact he couldn’t feel any of his limbs, just his body and head. Owen’s sudden anxiety only got worse when his vision finally begun to focus and he was able to see where he was. Owen panicked, he was hanging off the floor; with his eyes wide he looked at the tiled floor below him and how it felt like any minute he would fall head first into them, but he didn’t he was hanging; hanging above what appeared to be a set of very large, sweaty feet.

Owen was both confused and terrified, the constantly feeling of hanging head first and the strange pair of feet that weren’t his own below him meant Owen had no idea what was happening to him. The feet looked normal size and the floor didn’t appear to be that far away but that didn’t make sense from the angle he was hanging at, Owen tried to turn his head to see any more body parts or to see whose feet they actual were but just like his body he was unable to move, he was stuck staring down at the grimy toes.  Owen knew he still had a mouth, he could feel it; so he tried to call out to the owner of the feet but while his mouth twitched no sound escaped his lips at all. Owen could feel himself becoming frantic, his uncomfortable position, the gross smell, his paralysis and sudden mutism were all leading to a breakdown until something even more terrifying happened as something large loomed over Owen and grabbed his body. The large shadow had grabbed Owen’s entire body and now he felt it had been completely grasped, Owen then felt his entire being being shook and wobbled around. Owen wanted to cry out in fear but nothing escaped his lips and to add to his terror he felt his body start to stiffen and turn rigid. Owen screamed as he felt himself being lifted by the shadow and then without warning he was dropped, like some sick rollercoaster ride Owen felt his entire body fall at speed and then swing round, going back and forth. Owen screeched as he rocked back but as the bouncing slowed Owen was granted more information on his surroundings. Owen looked on as he swung back and forth as he saw that the feet were attached to legs and those legs ran all the way up to beside him, what’s more just out the corner of his eye Owen saw a large hand.  Slowly all the pieces of information Owen had collected came together and led him to wail in distress and disbelief as he realised what he had somehow become.  Now Owen recognised the smell, now he recognised his position and now he recognised why he was stiff and suddenly felt like he was blowing up like a balloon. It was because somehow he had become nothing more than a thick, meaty, slowly growing cock.

Owen screamed as he tried desperately to move and escape the new dire situation he found himself in but all his wriggles and shouts were for nothing as he felt the large looming hand grab him again. This time the hand could grab less of him as his new cock body had grown as it had started to become erect. Owen cried out for help, to shout to the person handling him that he was a man not a penis but his pleas were never heard as the hand grabbed him and jerked upwards pulling the foreskin up and covering Owen in darkness before pulling it quickly down. All Owen could do was scream and weep as the motion repeated itself and begun to get faster, the giant man pumping away not knowing Owen was forced to endure it all, his world going from light to dark, the increasing stench of sweaty cock and balls, and lastly the rigid feeling in his body and the growing feeling of something accumulating at the back of his throat. Owen tried to plead with the universe and the man, asking for it to be a dream, for it to be reverse and for mercy. All were ignored and Owen broke down wailing and sobbing as he knew what was about to happen. As the jerks got faster and his body got harder, the feeling of something in his throat became too much to bear as suddenly a hot, sticky, salty fluid shot itself out of Owen’s screeching mouth. Owen’s new fate was sealed, gone was the jealous, handsome gym jock, instead now there was only another man’s cock.

The last thing Owen saw as he cried out in despair was the foreskin slowly being rolled back over his face and Dante’s smiling face looking down at him as he squeezed the last big glob of cum out Owen’s screaming cockslit mouth. The trickster cackled at least Owen will finally get what he wanted; he’ll get to be with the girl of his dreams… well not if Dante breaks up with her first.