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"Noo, God, Noo," I moan, but my asshole feels too good and then I squeeze my fingers together and make a fist and I shove it in and it feels so fucking good. So fucking hot I want it in there all of it. I am fist fucking my ass laying on the floor of the shower. I see faces peering over me and watching me and I don't care. I am getting an ass cunt, and it feels so fucking good and I want to cry and scream and I can't, I just carry on.
"Fuck Yes!" I yell.
I love it in that moment I want my fist in and out of my ass as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over my entire body. The guys stand over me and look and I don't care. I don't care if the breeders and small dicked guys watch Brett Parker. Big fucking stud six inches of soft dick and big fucking balls flapping around.
They can watch the 6ft 5 wall of muscle, this blonde fucking sexy fucker as he fists his own ass cunt. Let them. I feel my cock oozing and I cum and it shocks me how strange it felt like a little release. That wasn't cumming at all, almost like thick piss being squeezed out of me. It is pathetic as I look at ropes of cum oozing out of my soft dick. I am pathetic. I am a breeder that is what I am right now.
Then I have a real burst of pleasure and it is so intense. I buck and fuck my fist in my ass as my pelvis and gut and body all erupt and send flashes of pleasure around me. I am having my first buttgasm and it feels so good I want to cry because I will want more. I know at that moment I will take dick in my ass. I will want this electric body high again as my body rocks like any breeder I butt fucked to assgasm.
It starts to slow down that wonderful feeling in my ass only contrasted by the little bit of dribble piss that was my ejaculation. The orgasmic bliss passes and I remove my fist from my ass. It feels slick with butt slime. I stand up and see the little white pile of spunk dribble down me washed away as I stagger under a jet of water.
The sad pool of spunk that apologetically crept out of me like a sneaky fart and not the fucking seed of a cock exploding. I came, but not by ejaculating, I came from something deep in my butt.
As I walk, I feel my new engorged asshole squashed between the globes of my muscled butt cheeks. The new thick fleshy folds of my ass cunt squash and move as I stagger around. The raised pucker of my bloom rubbing and moving with each step is a constant reminder of a new part of me a new hole designed to be fucked. I have my first bitch hole. Bitches have three, and I have a butt cunt. I curse the gods and I see Adam. He grabs me and helps me walk to the drying area and as I walk with each step, the fat pucker to my hole is telling me 'I am here'. It screams at me, Brett, the breeder, has arrived. Can you feel me? Brett, the squashed folds of your wet fleshy self-lubricating asshole are ready for bull cock?
(Chapter 29.) Shrimp dick.
I have been horny for days now. Since my bloom. I fucking hate it. I hate how my ass leaks. I hate when I sit down that I leave butt snot.
I am still the only one of the new intake to have one. I hate that they took me to the med bay because I was so early. That fucking doctor Anderson who cut me was on and another one I hadn't seen before.
"Nice to see you again, Brett. Take a seat. Don't worry about the butt cunt slime, we can take care of that. I just need to check you over," Doc Anderson says.
"We will just put this on. It is a control collar, so no funny business. Or we juice you," Doc Anderson says and the other one laughs.
There were no straps to hold me down this time. This seems to be just an inspection. Blood pressure, some blood samples. Nothing too much. Then a small jab.
"We were not really expecting a bloom so quickly. Seems you took to the Nexodrol really well." He measured my dick and felt my balls.
He hummed and ahhed for a while and then inspected my ass. He got me to kneel on all fours like a dog and he deliberately stroked the lips of my fat, leaky ass pussy.
"A little slicker than normal," Doc Anderson says to the other doctor.
"Was this the one you did the special cut on?" The other doctor asks.
"Yes, I was surprised big Brett here didn't pass out. You can see how far down I went, and I used Mister Blunty to get the thick scar tissue. Brett here thought he was a bull. Cried and pissed himself. Didn't you Brett?" Doctor Anderson asks me.
I say nothing until I feel a sharp squeeze and tug on my balls. "Yes, sir."
"Not much of a bull now, are you? On all fours dripping butt slime and unable to get hard," Doctor Anderson says.
"No sir," I say.
"I wonder if we should kick in the new dose for this one to see how he goes?" Doctor Anderson asks his colleague.
"He seems to be doing nicely," the other doctor responds. "The butt lips are fatter than I was expecting. Look at his butt lips. That is quite the pucker." The other doctor starts probing me and stroking me.
I shiver with pleasure. Then I feel a pressure and something is fed into my ass. "Ohhh." I moan and bite my lip hard, but it doesn't hurt. It slides in like a cock in a pussy. My slick butt cunt takes it and I moan. It feels good.
"Bretty, no need to be shy. It is meant to feel good. We just need to make sure you are fine," Doc Anderson says. He pulls the dildo out and I see it is a fairly small one. Doc Anderson waves it under my nose.
"We are just going to try another size. Let me see, oh yes, this size. Brett, what do you think? Looks about the size you were when you jizzed over my hand. Shall we try this one?" Doc Anderson says and the other doc chuckles.
"Yes sir," I say timidly.
"Yes, sir indeed. Now let's see how this fits." Doctor Anderson shoves it in this takes more effort. The head creates a pressure and force on my hole. The slick pussy gapes apart and slowly swallows the 10 inch fake dong. At first it feels strange but with a few thrust this one feels even better. I buck back down onto it and feel a hot flush of shame.
"I didn't mean to do that," I say, and Doc Anderson laughs.
"Of course you did. You are a dumb breeder bitch now, Brett. What are you Brett," he asks?
I say nothing, and then he tugs my balls.
"Ahhh. I am a dumb breeder bitch, sir," I say in shame.
"Also helps that I gave you a nice shot of cobra blood earlier." Doc Anderson says, and I panic. I can feel that rising sense of need deep in me. My skin feels sensual as Doc Anderson strokes me. I had only had Cobra Blood when I had a dick. It would make my cock strain hard ready to fuck. Now I have this increasingly deep craving to be fucked.
He slaps my ass, and he leaves the butt plug deep in my ass. It feels so fucking good. I feel stretched and full and good. I want so badly to cum and feel that thing from the shower, that assgasm.
"Interesting. You have him well trained. Let me get the sheath. I take it you want to milk him?" the other doctor asks.
"Too fucking right," Doctor Anderson says as he works the dildo in and out and I struggle not to react. I feel the other doctor roll a sheath on my soft cock. I look at him and want to tell him to stop. But to my shame, I take it like a bitch.
It has been two days since I bloomed and I came a little in the shower. Then it hits me, that wonderful feeling inside my ass. The Doctor rocks a fake cock, a cock that's just like mine was, in and out of me. He's stretching my wet butt hole and I buck and moan and he works faster.
"Oh, he is very responsive," the other doctor says.
I feel the dildo removed. I was so close. "You want the real thing?" Doc Anderson says, coming round and showing me his fat bull cock, "12 inches of real raw bull fuck meat."
I look at him and say nothing. I do want something. I want to cum so badly. "Yes sir," I say and feel myself burn with shame as I wonder how good that cock will feel in my butt.
"Well tell me, Brett. Tell me you want my big bull cock in your sloppy breeder butt cunt," he says and strokes me with one hand and himself with his other hand, rolling his long foreskin back and forth over his hard fat bull dick.
"I want you to fuck my sloppy breeder butt pussy with your bull cock, sir," I say and I hear them both laugh. I turn around and see the other doctor stroking his shorter bull cock.
I feel the table lowered as I remain on all fours. "I love working with you Doctor Anderson, you always pick the best ones for the special treatment. So much fun," the other doctor says. "Sloppy seconds for me?" He adds.
As the table is lowered, I now realize my exposed ass is at the right level for his cock.
"Butt of course." They both chuckled at the lame joke and I feel Doc Anderson push his bull cock into my slick greedy butt and starts fucking me. He feels so big. It feels so good and I start to moan and groan.
"You like that Brett? Tell me your breeder hole likes getting fucked," he says.
"Yes sir, fuck my breeder butt. Your big bull dick feels so fucking good," I say and I realize I am grinding back to meet his thrusts. I want him deeper and harder. My instinct for verbal queues in sex is still intact, only now I am saying words I longed to hear.
"Sir, fuck me harder," I yell
He spanks my ass and fucks me hard, and I get it. I cum. I feel my body shake and quiver as he fucks me. I had my second assgasm only now from a real cock. I almost fall forward, but I don't. Only my head falls down and I see between my legs. I see my useless sheathed breeder clit soft but swinging as he pumps his bull cock in and out of me and I moan in pleasure.
He eventually cums in my hole and pulls out and my ass doesn't fart, but the other doc plugs it with his cock and I buck and groan as I cum and get flooded again. The second orgasm from the smaller cock is strangely more intense and his cock seems to hit the spot better and I collapse forward onto the table. My arms give way, as that strange pleasure explodes. Deep in my ass and into my pelvis, I buck and rock against the table, my soft sheathed cock humping away as I butt cum.
The other doc must have finished because they leave me alone.
I lay there panting as they are talking. I can't register what they say as I bask panting in an orgasmic afterglow.
"Good bitch, now can you sit up." I roll over and sit up and see the condom has a small amount of spunk in it. I had barely even noticed my own release again. That is how useless my cock is now. I can barely even feel my ejaculation. The doctor asks me to spread my legs, and he removes the condom.
"Disappointing. I expected more," the other doctor says, holding the condom up.
"I suggest another milking tomorrow. I think the volume will be back to normal. If not, we can give him some more Boral, that should do it. I would also give him another dose of Amflex. No harm in nudging him along; he's obviously quite responsive to it." Doc Anderson says, and I sit dazed, confused and still horny.
I sit there with my spent cock soft and a little damp. I came without getting hard and they are talking about me like I am a piece of meat. I shudder at the word milking. I know that is what they just did. Part of me feels a little better for it, and the other hates how good it was.
"See, I told you Brett, you big guys do make the best breeders. You were so quick to bloom it was almost like your body was telling you you want to be the breeder you are," Doc Anderson says. He never passes any opportunity to humiliate me.
They gave me another few jabs and sent me on my way. I spent the afternoon in the dildo room until the cobra blood wore off and I could see people coming and going and looking at me. Big stud Brett is nothing more than a common breeder now, fucking his wet butt cunt in here, nothing special.
The next day, they milked me again. I nearly filled the condom, but this time it was different. It leaked out of me like piss. The muscles that used to blast a load out were gone and my spunk just dribbled out of me as they worked my hole. I felt nothing. It was sort of like thick piss, no pleasure, it just trickled out of me and I was so confused. The last few times it was a weak pleasure, a very pale imitation of my old orgasms. But now nothing. So again on my knees I could see the condom fill and see it between my legs: nothing, no dick twitching, nothing, just loads of cum seeping out. I was horrified till I had another assgasm and that obliterated the torment of my leaky dick.
The Doctors smiled and joked about how they cleared the blockage. I had given them a good load today, not like yesterday, and they liked it. They gave me a shot and laughed, something about P Town coming very soon.
I didn't tell anybody what happened in the med bay and especially not about that day because that day they didn't give me any cobra blood. I didn't need it.
....
I was also worried about something else. My cock had lost some girth and maybe half an inch in length. I was moving along to breeder hood at a rapid pace. I haven't been here a month yet and already I am almost a full breeder.
The changes are slow and I notice them in a way that only I would. Nobody else has a bloom yet and I have an ass cunt and a shrinking cock.
I know my cock intimately. While I am not using it to jerk, it hasn't stopped me from tugging it in hope or just plain frustration. Now it is cut. It looks alien to me, but I could also sense that it was getting smaller and a little thinner. The first few days, I brushed it off. It was my imagination. Zach, Gordon, Brick didn't go this fast. Fuck, nobody else has a bloom yet and my precious cock is shrinking. There was no denying my wonderful cock was down to 5 inches.
I had spent the last 6 months in the eastern campus proudly showing off and that pride was ebbing away with my dick.
I loved having a big dick. I loved being naked. Letting people see me nude. It fed my ego and vanity. It was who I was. My package was an integral part of the package that was Brett Parker. I grew tall and, with hard work, grew big. I was handsome, and I had a big dick.
I loved the sense of envy I could generate in others. I was confident and cocky in every way. Now I am 5 inches. I notice a few of the others wandering around. Longer, fatter. Not many, but I notice them in the way I used to get noticed. I wasn't the biggest guy anymore. I was envious, and it wasn't an emotion I was familiar with.
I am entering a living hell as over the next few days the girth goes down a bit and the length slips to 4.75, then 4.5, and now I would guess a fraction over 4 inches. Two fucking inches gone.
And as useless as it is, that hits me harder than anything else. The butt cunt, I can almost see the point of that. I hate the slime, but that thing felt amazing. I could almost imagine Liam fucking it. I had enjoyed him fucking my ass and somehow the thought of him fucking my breeder butt didn't appall me.
That was what really set me off this morning as I sat around the back of the dorm and inspected myself. I tug on it and I know my cock is only as big as he was when I met him. I think about how I saw him that day. During those first days I would look at his 4 inch dick and think how cute it was, mostly but how good he would be as a breeder. Now he is a bull and his cute dick is growing and mine is fucking shrinking.
It is getting closer to not even being a cock. It will nestle between my legs. The hole closed up. A clit. I tug it again and sigh. The sense of dread, panic, and shame overwhelms me. Four inches is nothing to be ashamed of. It still hangs down, but soon it will be so much smaller and I can't stand that. A vital part of me is now mutilated and shrinking.
I would pray to the gods, but that won't help me. I am on my way to having a maggot dick and I can't be that person. I stand up shyly and as I walk I feel less confident, less me.
...
I am working out with Mason and he looks at me and I look at him as we get off the bench. The cleaner bot wipes away my butt slime.
"Why are we doing this?" I ask "Look at us. We both know that we are going to end up with big tits and lose all these muscles over time," I say to Mason.
"Yeah, Brett, so you just don't care anymore what you look like? Brett, the most handsome boy in here, doesn't care? Right," Mason says and chuckles.
We head off to the shower. Mason looks at me and I look at him as I clean the slime from between my butt cheeks.
His cock hangs down at 4 inches and as he looks at me. "You know Brett. I finally think my dick is bigger than yours," He says as he gingerly soaps his own soft cut prick. "Mine is fatter, that is for sure," Mason says so casually. I feel inferior. This is a moment that signals the end of life as I knew it. All my adult life, I had always had the biggest dick of anyone in the room. At least someone who wasn't a bull, with their fucking Golden Nectar. Even then, sometimes I was bigger.
Now I wasn't. That part of who I was, in some ways my very identity, is gone forever and is only going to get worse inch by fucking inch. I now have an average dick and it is only going to get worse. Will I be one of those shy guys that I used to mock or tease. My source of pride is now becoming a source of shame. I look at Mason and he is right, my soft breeder clit is not as fat as his and it's only about as long as his average cock.
The shrinkage of the last few days means each morning I wake up and want to cry. My length and girth slipping away. I would hold the tube of flesh that used to be a real cock, and tug it, trying to stretch it, only to curse at the futility.
I look around the showers and notice a few others walking around, and now Mason has said the quiet part out loud. I can't ignore what I already knew. I am not the biggest dick in the room anymore. I had noticed in the past couple of days I was shrinking and now everyone else can see it too. I was definitely average now, maybe below. Even worse, we all knew none of us were growers, not anymore.. We were all showing all we had, the most we'd ever have again. We have all been in the jerking room now. What you see is what we've got and mine is getting less and less, day by day. The only growers left were the bulls on the western campus.
...
In a world where the supreme god is called Priapus and the gods and greats are all held in esteem by the size of their dicks, then the one eyed snake is king.
I knew I was blessed growing up, and as I hit puberty, truly gifted. Few boys could match me in size or girth. I had a natural ability for sports and enjoyed working out. I wanted to be a bull. I wanted to be big like a bull and hung like a bull and I bought into every line of it.
I was nearly there. Maybe not the fastest on the track, or the quickest in the pool, but strong and fit, handsome, and hung.
I was a bit of a dick about my dick, if I'm completely honest. I would join Zach in teasing smaller boys. I would humiliate them. In a world where cocks are virtually worshiped, there was no greater insult than the one about the cock between your legs. No, my dick was my source of pride and joy and now it is literally shrinking away. It won't get hard, I can't use it to cum anymore. My foreskin removed, the entire shaft, such as it is, scarred, marked and now shrinking.
It hangs down for now at just about 4 inches. I would tug it more often, but it still feels strange and sensitive and tender to the touch. It gives me no pleasure. Even pissing is a chore.
I look at the other boys and know they are all in the same boat. But for whatever reason, just as I originally excelled in dick size, I seem to be equally gifted at dick shrinking. I bloomed first before they even finished the jerking room sessions and now I am visibly getting smaller.
I am avoiding Adam like the plague. He is sure to say something even if he doesn't mean to. 'What a shame.', 'So unfair.' I can practically hear him saying.
