Cody

Cody 2

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"So this is permanent"

"Yes."

"You made me a slut."

"Yes"

"...No"

"Why?"

"You asked"

"I didn't."

His dick leaked precum onto his floor. His nipples were distended, his ass, was ... arched, like he wanted it to be shown to everyone, and his dick was hard as stone, still inside that sheath of skin. We had never touched it this evening.

"Yes."

"You did."

"I have to live like this from now on?"

"No."

"Code."

"You wanted this."

"Yes."

"Come with me."

We had showered. He had stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, questioning the transformation.

It's subtle unless I want it to be otherwise. With Cody, it was almost invisible except for his chest. He was still rock hard. His nipples... holy shit.

His nipples. OK, so they had grown. Like he could never wear a tee shirt again. His nipples were an inch long now, and they drooped over the bottom of his pecs. Sucking them would produce multiple orgasms and he would lactate a testosterone laced milk that made men's dicks rock hard and made them want to fuck him. Their loads would make him want more. He would feel empty and any man that screwed him would grow to fill that emptiness and would leave his company larger and wanting him. Cody was now and forever the hottest bottom in the mountains. A stud with a gift. Fuck Cody, you get a bigger dick. Fuck Cody, you're family.

What wasn't apparent was Cody's twat. He had a pretty asshole before, framed by hairy glutes. Cody was remade. He now had a long slit and it would never stop pulsing. When those brown eyes looked at a man from here forward... he was wondering if he would fuck him. He had humility already. Now he was going to be shy because he knew he was desireable. He already didn't like it.

I led him out the door to the fireplace.

"Bourbon."

Rewarded in a hot second.

I couldn't resist. I grabbed a nipple and he shot Cody milk all down his chest and he whined while he burped out more precum. It dripped down his (new and improved bigger) shaft and collected under his ballsack

He wanted an explanation.

I wasn't in the mood.

" You sought me out."

"I heard stories."

"There are a lot of those."

His pectorals had grown, and his nipples had doubled in size. His face had become harder, more masculine, and his lips had taken on a languid, sensual quality, like kissing him would be the best experience in the world. His eyes were bigger and more attractive if that was even possible.

He looked more innocent and more apt to be open to taking dick.

This wasn't what he thought it would be and he was fighting it.

"Code."

He looked at me.

"From now on you will never grow old, you will never be tired, you will never age."

"I'm a dick slut."

"You weren't?"

"Fuck you."

This would be an inappropriate time to touch him. I wanted to show him it was OK to be him, but he was having an extremely hard time assimilating

He sat up opposite me and the movement of his ass on the chair caused him to groan.

I got very hard very quickly. I was going to grow this time.

"you can sit on my lap if you like."

He glowered at me, and stood up.

"Show me."

He took a pace and turned away from me and reached back with both hands. Leaning over he spread his ass open and I swear to all that's holy his wet slit had become irresistible to any man. It was damp, the light from the fireplace reflecting its moisture, and I could smell it from two feet away, darkly musky and inviting. I was normally unaffected by sexuality but that orifice had become a destination and I wanted it on my dick. It fucked the AIR around it.

"How does it feel?"

"It itches. It pulses with my heartbeat. It feels...empty, and it makes me hard when I move."

"Slut."

"Yeah."

"How about your lips?

He turned to me, standing over me, and said

"They're different."

"I feel them, a little numb, but really bigger, wetter, and I'm constantly thinking of them wrapped around a big fucking dick."

"Cocksucker."

He dropped to his knees and in one motion had my 8 in his throat.

I grew again. The apple returned. I was lodged in his neck.

He didn't need to breathe.

He swallowed a lot but never attempted to back off.

I lost interest in his skills, not out of lack of pleasure but out of consideration. This was his new state and I wanted to find out how he was dealing with it.

I softened and shrunk, and pulled him out of my lap.

"How was that?"

He stood in answer, cum dripping down his leg.

"I cum now from being face fucked. Something in my throat your dick touches."

"You're different."

"Still feel like a slut?"

"No."

"Cody."

"Yeah?"

"You are still you."

It was like I had opened his floodgates. He turned and stared down at me, his eyes opened wide and he grinned full on.

New improved Cody. Right out of the showroom. Bigger engine, more power, more ... man. He got it.

"Fucking AWESOME."

"Yep."

"Stuart?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep with your dick inside me tonight?"

"Of course."

"How big can you make it?"

"Fuck you Cody."

I was rewarded with a fresh log, another bourbon, and a fruit tray.

On his return I had taken advantage of the blanket he had placed on the chair back. The river below continued to offer a beautiful soundtrack to the night sky full of stars and the moon, and the flickering light of the fireplace offered warmth and focus to Cody's newfound hypermasculinity.

He was having trouble still. Every touch caused a groan, even his feet as he walked.

He came and sat down and he actually moaned when his ass came in contact with the chair.

"Code"

"Mmm?"

"Don't move."

"Close your eyes."

He did.

Those obscene nipples pointed down in the firelight. I was very embarrassed by my thoughts earlier when I had come inside him but now... I wanted to experience what I had made.

I leaned over him in the moonlight, the flickering light of the fire, and touched the tip of my tongue to his right nipple.

The effect was instantaneous. The nipple hardened, lengthened, and the huge areola contracted, raising goosebumps around it. He groaned.

"ooooh."

"Shhh."

Cody was about to experience something I had dreamed up just for him.

I wetted my lips and crowned his nipple with them, and ran my tongue over the tip.

His dick burped another healthy salvo of precum through that foreskin onto his abdomen.

Here goes nothing.

I sucked. Hard.

His eyes shot open, arms flying out and gripping the oak armrests of the chair. He sounded like a bear grunting as the writhed beneath me and he raised his chest toward my suckling lips. He lost total control and his left arm came up and his palm slapped itself onto the back of my head, and he started to lactate in the rhythm of his heart.

I sucked and sucked while he ground himself into the chair and keened to the wilderness his joy, legs kicking and holding me fast to his chest. Salty. Sweet.

I love a happy man.

He came, of course. again.

He finally ended up punching me in the face after the fourth orgasm. I was going to have a bruise.

"So this doesn't stop?"

"No."

"Can I do what you do, now?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever hurt anyone?"

There. That question. I could take it all away, including the memory. That question convinced me that he could carry this.

"yes."

"Can I change anything you've done?"

"You don't like coming without touching your dick?"

He laughed.

"I'm going to have trouble wearing shirts."

"Next lap dance we'll fix that."

"can I make a request?"

"not without another bourbon."

The dog snored by the hearth. I got up, grabbed a split piece of pine, and threw it on the fire while Cody disappeared inside.

I love men. We're not complicated. We like fucking, and given all the freedom in the world that's probably what we would commit ourselves to doing.

This cabin in the woods was a shrine to that, and this first date was what it was built for. Cody was an alpha male, a small one, granted, but he had built this for tonight and he was getting his dream in spades. He was a bit unnerved that he wasn't ending up top dog but he was having one hell of a ride.

The door closed and he reemerged, ugly dick still leaking and chest covered in dried cum.

Those nipples. Fuck.

He set our glasses down, and settled in to the chair beside me.

"Can I be a top?"

"Yes."

I turned to him. Looked into those eyes, still sparkling in the firelight.

"Do you want that?"

He looked at his toes. again.

"No."

"OK."

"Anything else you want to change?"

"I'd rather not have a 24 7 hardon."

"I didn't do that."

He laughed. He fucking laughed out loud and it woke the dog up and she stretched and started circling us.

"bigger?"

most guys want it bigger.

"no."

"scarier."

"impossible to resist."

"same size."

"You can give me an inch if you would like it."

There was the order.

"do you like your new ass?"

"Very much. Is it possible to make it more sensitive?"

"Yes. but be careful of what you wish."

"OK, cowboy. How about this: Enlarged prostate, meaning I come buckets, and any dick that touches it grows one inch in length and thickness, and wants to beat it to death, and every beating makes my ass happier. I want to come hands free like we did for the rest of my life."

"Nipples?"

"Yours."

What, he's fucking kidding me.

"You're bullshitting me."

"Nope. Only you."

I died and went to heaven right there.

The dog looked at me with one eye open from the hearth. Like I was a nonbeliever.

I looked down at my limp dick

"you really want to be a total bottom?"

"yep."

"It means you will orgasm from having a dick in your throat."

"I did tonight."

"OK"

"OK what?"

"OK everything."

"What if I decide this is it, Code.?"

"What if this is a one night stand?"

"You are fucking joking."

"No. I am not."

"Decide."

"Right now before the sun comes over that mountain."

My dick did its duty and rose up only this time it was ten inches long, thick, and the apple was right there on top.

"Wish your wishes, handsome, and have a seat."

His eyes sparkled and the dimples got really deep this time. He stood and he was fucking blushing.

It was his making moment. I had seen a lot of these. His grin was determined.

He turned away from me. He leaned over to show me what I had made. His ass framed a slit 3 inches long, dripping.

It was pulsing and grasping the night air, opening and closing, begging to be eaten and filled.

"you would Top after this?"

"No."

"Hey Code"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

This is something I've always wanted. I have actually dreamed of it and he knew exactly what I meant.

He lowered his ass and those lips flowered apart. I steadied his descent with hands on his glutes.

His asslips touched my dickhead and for a moment, contracted and got really small. Shy, kind of. I burped out a LOT of precum against him and his asslips fluttered, almost like they were tasting it. The asshole ... changed.

It became linear, and it grew. It pouted. It pulsed. It looked damp, and hungry.

"Kiss it."

I swear to all that's holy what happened next had NOTHING to do with my most obscene wet dreams.

It found me and those ass lips puckered., opening and closing, and he actually sucked the moisture from my dickhead into himself, and sighed like he could taste it.

He... changed.

Again.

Those big moist asslips captured my apple sized head and they started to (FUCK?????) suck me. Cody had skills.

"You apparently wanted the perfect bottom. I can taste you."

He was looking over his left shoulder and his eyes were still sparkling.

"EAT ME CODY."

I felt like my dick had been inserted into a fleshy blender. He descended onto me and I had a full lap full of man writhing in my lap and he was coming, again. He grabbed my arms and planted my hands on his chest. I knew what he wanted and grabbed tit.

"OOOOOOOOHHHH!" he cried as he ground those beautiful convulsing asslips against my dickroot, spewing Cody milk from beneath my fingers to slime the rest of the mess on his chest.

Here's something new, I thought to myself.

I was growing.

His ass contracted around me again. Nope... I was getting bigger.

He spasmed.

"St..."

"shhh."

"Ugh"

"Mmm hmm"

"F.."

"OOH."

"Cody."

"We have a problem."

"Wh...?"

"Get the fuck off my dick."

That wasn't polite.

I was now pissed off.

The dog stood up and looked at me.

I was fucking pissed.

"You candy assed prick."

Cody stood there, full of guilt and staring down at me, no dimples.

I tried to find something to make this OK, so I looked into the driveway and said "Nice Jeep."

The whole fucking house was nice. Cody was nice. The bourbon (MY bourbon) was nice. The dog was confused by the change in dynamic.

I looked at her and pointed to the corner of the patio, and she retreated.

I said it quietly with lots of bass tones. "Code."

He had not raised his head to look me in the eyes yet. He was standing in front of me, dripping sweat and naked, not acknowledging me.

"Code."

He raised his face to mine, those beautiful eyes staring at me under lowered brows.

"They..."

"What the fuck did you do???"

I reached to his chair and felt for his jeans pocket.

Fucking empty.

"CODY."

I stared at him.

"NOW."

"Kitchen counter."

I grabbed my jeans, buttoned them save the bottom one (Habit) and raced for the kitchen, boots in hand, shirtless.

I grabbed the keys and, thinking better of it, MY Vanson on the way out the front door. Grabbing the steering wheel, a whistle and she jumped up beside me, fear in her eyes.

You better be afraid, little girl.

We just created a monster.

I needed to be off this mountain before daybreak or we would both be fucked.

So, as the jeep wound down the mountain and we left sweet innocent Cody behind us I better fill y'all in.

I'm a normal man. Nope. Seriously. A really average everyday normal guy. With an exception. I get to live my fantasies. Yay for me.

So I could have made Cody up tonight, right? The jeep, The encounter on the river, the cabin, the fireplace, the bottomless bourbon, the asslips born to serve a god.

I don't EVER get to change me. I have a state. I grow a little and when I give a gift my dickhead gets a little uncomfortably big, but I do not change.

NEVER.

I glanced down at the passenger footwell, She was staring up at me wide eyed.

"We're ok, girl."

I got to the highway in ten minutes, breaking off half of the off road bar in the process.

I turned north and gunned the low torque engine toward the eastern panhandle. My family wasn't going to like this shit.

At least he wasn't dangerous. Yet.

Again.

I had only made this mistake once before. I didn't know.. What the fuck guidance is there for ... someone like me?

And now... having learned.. I just made a really critical mistake. He will be able to find me. But not for a month. I had time. I just needed to be careful not to spread my scent, stay out of doors on windy days and for fucks sake not talk to neighbors. I could NOT be evidenced.

Why a month?

It needs to incubate.

What went wrong?

I started to respond to him. I DO NOT grow.

He was a new alpha.

Like.. I birthed him, woke him up, and his asslip kiss was his awakening.

He was going to want to breed me. Make more of us. It's instinctual.

I personally am opposed to Faggots of Will although I strongly advocate for our rights. Bodily, with harm attached. I will be the first to find joy in a face plant after a derogatory remark.

I am also an advocate of harmless relationships built around dominance and submissiveness. Those relationships are fulfilling and.. usually breathtakingly beautiful.

What I detest is wilful change of another. You know, like my dick getting bigger in Cody's ass. I didn't make that happen. yes, I allowed his ass lips to become the cunt he always wanted them to be, but other than making his tits leak Cody juice all over the forest floor I had not changed him. I had no right. OK... I made his dick a little longer. I deserve a fucking pat on the back for that.

What Cody didn't know tonight but I did is that all of those fears he had about being stuck a bottom slut were about to be realized. I could have helped him, but that little stud was going to have one fucked up week. He didn't have to try to change me. He had no right. (What the fuck am I thinking?)

Shit. It was daybreak.

I was going to stick to very rural routes with the exception of one.

Cody was by now waking up with the hunger.

He was going to want me.

He was going to be very fucking angry and he was going to focus it all. on. me.

I didn't fucking do it. He sought me out.

I tried to play nice.

I didn't start this shit.

For the next moon cycle he would hunt me.

I glided in by the cabin, fresh dog food from the town market, and perched the Jeep out back in the middle of the corn field. Not even the neighbors would know I was here. She danced around my feet as I hopped out, and I whispered: "go. take a dump."

Crude. effective.

She did. I looked at the available hardware and selected mine.

This is MY river.

I learned to swim here.

That rock you are questioning up river to go right or left of.. it will toss you either way unless you have THIS boat

Yep. 14 feet of nothing but speed, and it will turn you over and run your head against the rocks as happily as the day it was made. I don't find it particularly dangerous, but it was fast, and very slippery, and in a few weeks I was going to need that so I better train.

I made him. I knew what he was.

I slung that boat off the rack and carried it through the corn field to the river bank.

I buried it in weeds.

She was right beside me, and looking at me apprehensively.

"Go. lay down."

I had time, hopefully, before he came.

I looked down.

Yep. It was bigger.

This had only happened once before.

Fuck.

Dog. Food.