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Jean looked down and grimaced. He wasn’t unfamiliar with this sight, in fact, he knew it all too well. He knew the rock-hard wrist thick 9 and a half inches of cock would never fit in his shorts. His balls, the size of large chicken eggs, already made things a tight squeeze, and in this aching state he was hopeless. Back home whenever he brought up the issue, Jean’s father would always brushed it off.

‘Don’t worry Jean, one day you’ll be big and strong.’ Jean wondered if his father even listened to him, ’what was that even supposed to mean?’ He had little experience with this side of anatomy. He was embarrassed by his size, and thought he looked bigger than most of his text books. But he had no idea just how outlandish the thick slab of meat looked hanging from his petite frame. Lost in thought, he examined his manhood. One hand couldn’t hope to close around his girth, and with his two hands stacked, he hardly covered half his shaft. Slowly he stroked in unison, marveling at just how long it took to reach the tip. ‘Wow, my hands really are small’ he thought oblivious ‘maybe someone else at the Somniel would have an easier time with this.’

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

Jean nearly jumped out of his skin. Alear called through his bedroom door “We’re heading out for training at the Brodian Castle. Will you be joining us, Jean?” In his surprise, Jean lost grip of his cock. The meaty member sprung back at his chest with an audible *thwak* and nearly knocked the wind out of him. With his composer crumpled there was no way he could wrangle his cock in time, so he thought fast.

*cough-cough* “I’m afraid I’m bit a under the weather Divine dragon,” he called back breathlessly “please go on without me”

“Oh, you do sound bad, and did you drop something? I heard a thud” She called back “maybe I should take a look”

“No-No-No Divine Dragon” He lunged for the doorknob. Jean couldn’t imagine the Divine Dragon seeing him in such a shameful state “I could be very contagious. I couldn’t stand the thought of getting you sick. Please go ahead to Brodia and I’ll stay behind to work on medicine that will fix my problem.”

It was no use. Alear’s strength was nearly unmatched, and far outclassed Jean. With one hand she turned the knob and managed to crack the door enough to make eye contact with Jean. With a quick glance up and down, she grinned “You don’t look that bad Jean. I’m sure it isn’t serious, but please don’t push yourself.” With that she let go of the door and briskly walked away.

Jean slid to the ground with his back to the door and let out a sigh. ‘My back was turned, there’s no way she saw anything’ The tip of his cock was nearly level with his crestfallen eyes. ‘And what am I going to do about you?’

The Somniel had mostly cleared out. From Jean’s room only a few people in the courtyard could be heard. Finally afforded some quiet, Jean pondered. ‘Medicine! That was the answer’ Jean knew every problem could be fixed with the right tonic. He splayed out his medicine books and began work on every manner of tincture and potion that seemed relevant. The recipes were easy enough, but once applied each one only seemed to frustrate his cock. Hours passed, and now the sun was starting to set. Jean’s cock had never looked so erect. He could see every vein nearly bursting from his skin, and if he looked closely, he could tell his cock was visibly throbbing.

“Oh dear, everything I try only seems to make things worse” He now had trouble focusing without some stimulation to distract ravenous manhood. So, with one hand stroked his cock and with the other he examined his bookshelf. At the end of his shelf, he found his last hope, his family’s ancestral medicine book. Thickly bound and yellowed with age, he dropped the heavy book on his desk as gracefully as he could with one hand. While he poured through the pages, he could still hear people in the courtyard. It sounded like intense training. ‘But if they wanted to train, why didn’t they leave with Alear?’ he wondered. He could try to tell them to keep it down, but Jean wouldn’t dare leave his room in this state. So, he continued to scour, all the while stroking his ever-needy manhood.

Finally, he found it. ‘A salve for remedy of enlarged member’ the title was vague and the description was even more obscure. Much of it was written in a dialect that dated back a thousand years. Luckily for Jean, the recipe was translated to modern standards in what looked to be his father’s handwriting. The recipe was complicated, and called for many herds that only grew in Jean’s home village. ‘Good thing I brought a stockpile of our herbs to the Somniel’ Then Jean realized, while his basic chemistry kit was in his room with him, his personal satchel of herbs was absent. ‘Oh no, I left my herbs with the Princess after our last tea,’ and with dread he realized Céline’s quarters were on the other side of the Somniel.

Jean could never let the princess see him in such a state, but he had little choice. If concealment was hard before, now it was impossible. He didn’t know if Céline had left for the training or stayed behind, but he had to take the risk. Jean gathered all his courage and slowly turned his doorknob. He tiptoed out his door at a glacial pace. Finally, he stood in the hallway, fully dressed, save for his shoes and his enormous cock. Though he was totally exposed, no one was there. A cool draft of air caught his bare shaft, and it raged even harder. Realizing the risk at hand, Jean took to a quiet barefoot sprint through the halls. His cock bobbed in front of him like an angry spear. It felt even heavier when ran.

To reach Céline’s wing of the Somniel, Jean would have to cut through the café, which opened to the courtyard. He could still hear the training, but he could not decern the voices. Nearing the end of his hall, Jean stopped just before the café. He looked out, but couldn’t see who was training. ‘I can’t get angle, but if I can’t see them, then they probably can’t see me.’ Jean held his breath, quickly tiptoeing through the café and to the opposite hallway. Once back in cover Jean waited for a moment. No one was calling after him, so clearly no saw him sneaking.

Jean then darted down the halls of the women’s quarters. Thankfully they were similarly empty, except for a few conversations behind closed doors. He could hear Princess Ivy talking to a man. This quickened his step, as he long feared the Elusian royalty. Finally, he reached Céline’s room. The door was shut. Jean crept closer and put his ear to the door. There was no sound. Slowly Jean reached for the doorknob, and gently he turned it. There was no sound. With surgical caution Jean cracked the door open and peaked one eye through the crack. It was dark and Jean couldn’t see anyone. Like a thief, he darted in, careful not to hit his cock on the doorway.

He scanned the room, saw instruments he didn’t recognize, shrouded by shadow. Then, across the room, he saw his bag. With a sigh of relief, he took one step forward. Then, his eye’s scanned the bed. There, enjoying a late afternoon nap, was Princess Céline. Here he was, in the bedroom of his princess, under the cover of darkness, his princess laying defenseless, and his oversized cock was so desperate for attention it was nearly groaning. If it were anyone else, Jean would have happily laid down his own life to stop such an intruder. But the intruder was Jean, and he could hardly imagine the consequences if he were caught now.

His heart raced, his cock surged. Slowly he tiptoed across the room, not daring to take his eyes off Céline. With trembling hands, he grabbed his bag. ‘Finally,’ he thought to himself. Then Jean darted back across the room, reached for the door, and opened it a crack, when he heard a voice.

“Jean” Céline called out. By her tone of voice, she had not fully woken.

“My apologies Princess Céline, I simply needed to grab my satchel of herbs for an important tonic” Jean blurted out with his back to princess. He dared not turn around, as he stood in the doorway, his cock already reaching out into the hall.

“No need to apologize Jean, you could have just knocked” Jean could hear by the creaking of her mattress, that she was getting up.

“Again, my most-sincerest apologies Princess Céline. I heard you were resting and did not want to disrupt your royal slumber. Next time I will simply wait for you to awaken.” Jean nearly shouted as he leapt into the hall, closing the door behind him.

Jean took to a gallop. While his light footfalls were quiet, his shaft slapping against his thighs was audible. He contemplated using his bag to hide is member. But his cock stuck out straight forward, and the weight of his bag wasn’t enough to push it down.

Jean reached the café. The sounds of intense training had turned into conversation. He could now make out the voices were male, and exhausted. Again, as he scanned past the café and into the courtyard, though he couldn’t get an angle on who was there. So again, he tiptoed though, and let out a sigh when he reached the men’s hallway. But before could proceed, a voice called out from the café.

“Hey Jean!” it was prince Alfred “I was just doing some special training with Clanne. By the look of things, I’m sure you’d be perfect for the next round!”

Jean dared not turn a degree in either direction. He could tell Prince Albert was directly behind him, and Jean’s silhouette was likely concealing his enormous cock. “I’m so very sorry Crown Prince Alfred. I am very sick… and I can’t participate in training today. Please… don’t get any closer, as I may be contagious. I promise I will join you for your next Special Training.”

“Awesome! I’m holding you to that. I’m sure you’d be a natural, just like Clanne.” Somehow Alfred sounded even more excited than normal, “Also, I hope you feel better soon. Want me to ask my sister to check you out?”

“Not necessary at all. I am perfectly capable of handling this myself, and I would hate to waste the royal Princess’s time. Please don’t trouble her!” Jean called back, as he began to sprint.

“Suit yourself, and don’t forget, Special Training! I can’t wait to see what you can do!” Alfred called back.

Jean barreled down the halls. His cock thwacking his chest with each stride. No longer subtle, now panting, wincing, and slapping could be heard in his wake. But Jean didn’t care, he had gotten this far, and all he had to do was reach his door. Turning a corner, he saw his room, and practically falling over himself, he reached for the doorknob. He took a moment to regain his composure. But from the corner of his eye, he saw a silhouette turning towards him. With all his speed, he shot into is room and locked the door behind him.

Three soft knocks met his door “Jean, is it? It’s Alcryst. I know I’m not good for much, but it sounds like you’re having some trouble. I know how hard life can get, so if you every need anything, I’m… happy to help”

Panting, Jean called back from the other side of the door “Thank you, Prince Alcryst of Broida. I am quite alright, I just need to mix a salve, and everything should be right as rain” He could hear Alcryst slowly walk away. Jean sighed and finally examined his cock. It was still throbbing and still angry. Stroking it with both hands did little to calm it. So, Jean got to work.

Jean wasn’t just the son of an herbalist village; he was a prodigy of his craft. He understood catalysts and reagents, and knew how to always get the most from his ingredients. If he needed to make a salve, it would always be as potent as possible. This evening, he desperately needed to make a salve.

Once again, he could hear Alfred and Clanne training from the courtyard, though it started to sound violent. Meanwhile is cock pressed up against the underside of his desk, desperate for attention as he worked. But all this only seemed to sharpen Jean’s focus. He knew how important this salve was. His ancestral recipes were his last hope, and if he couldn’t fix his unpresentable state, it would bring shame not just to him, but his family, and his village. The recipe was advanced, but no match for Jean’s nimble hands. In a mere hour, Jean had his potent salve. It was a white creamy lotion, with and oddly familiar herbal scent.

He could hear Albert and Clanne wrapping up, as well as what sounded like Alear’s party returning to the Somniel. ’There’s no time to waste’ Jean thought to himself. He made a large amount of lotion, as he had a prodigious area to cover, however he started by grabbing only a small dab for his two hands. His cock had grown achingly hard in anticipation. He stood up, and hands trembling, grasped his shaft. Immediate euphoria met him. He couldn’t feel his hands on his cock, just a radiant warmth where they were. Slowly he moved his hands up his shaft, the muscles in his back sympathetically tensed and relaxed all the way up. When his thumbs reached head of his raging cock, warmth turned into a fire. His whole body broke out into a sweat, and he felt like he was boiling. Quickly, jean stripped out of his clothes, and uncharacteristically threw them on the ground. Panting, he knew what came next.

He grabbed another small dab of the salve, and cautiously grasped his balls. The moment his hands made contact an arrow of pleasure pierced his whole body. This time the pleasure was so intense Jean doubled over, crumpling to the ground with whimpers. He continued to knead his balls, since he read this was part of the procedure. As he kneaded, he could feel them churning, and he could feel them persistently growing. He wouldn’t let this shake his faith in his family’s medicine. Eventually his balls reached the size of goose eggs. Just as they had grown too large for his petite hands to wrangle, he felt his cock demanded his attention again.

As he turned to his cock, he noticed it no longer ached of hardness. It felt just as hard as he left it, but as Jean wrapped his fingers around his shaft, there was no denying, it was bigger. Now his cock was as thick as Alfred’s arm, and his bulging veins were thicker than Jean’s fingers. Most concerning of all, as he clenched his hands around the shaft, he could feel it was still slowly growing. Jean’s whimpers turned into low guttural groans as he examined the length. He dared not wonder if he had crossed double digits, but there was one thing he couldn’t deny. With Jean doubled over, his cock head was now no more than a centimeter from his lips. The instructions made no mention of this, but his whole body was telling him he needed it.

Jean took a deep breath, and plunged his cock into his mouth. The thick manhood filled his petite mouth. In this moment, the sweat of his foreskin was the best thing he had ever tasted. Jean couldn’t help himself; his tongue was making love to the tip of his cock. Meanwhile his hands got to work stroking his shaft. Even at a moderate speed, each stroke was long, as it had far to travel. And with each stroke came a bolt of lightning through Jeans entire body. From his legs to his ears, Jean could feel his body attacked by crashing waves of pleasure. And with each wave, he could feel the tip of his cock grow a bit more as it strained his mouth.

His oversized balls lazily swung in the fanfare, until Jean reach a point no return. He felt a deep weight, as if someone had just loaded a cannon. For a moment it seemed to slowly build, but before Jean could react, it quickly welled up into a geyser. Cum shot like a bouncing arrow, form the bottom of his shaft, to the tip of his cock. It ricocheted off the back of his mouth and down his throat. Jean’s eyes went wide. He knew, deep down that he needed this. So, with new found intensity he sucked is own cock as if his life depended on it. Load after load of molten hot cum shot form his cock down to his stomach. His whole body seemed to bounce with each ejaculation. After what seemed like minutes of straight cumming, Jean’s balls finally felt empty, and his stomach felt full.

Jean fell to his back. It was like a burden was lifted. Every anxiety left his body, and he could finally feel his cock relax. In that moment Jean was content and full. Once the afterglow faded, Jean got up to examine his work. The salve was effective. His cock was flaccid 6 inches and his balls had shrunk to the size of whole walnuts. ‘Wow’ Jean beamed while redressed ‘I can’t remember the last time I was this small.’

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

“Jean how are you doing?” Alear called through the door.

Jean managed to stuff his manhood into his small shorts, with only mild bulge. He was still shirtless, but with a grin Jean swung open the door “I’m doing just fine Divine Dragon.” After getting fully dressed, the two went to dinner. Everyone was pleased to see Jean was feeling better, though he ate very little.

Jean woke the next morning. His cock was now 8 inches flaccid, and his balls were again the size of large chicken eggs. With little thought, he began his day by applying more lotion.

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The morning was brisk and quiet at the Somniel. There was little cloud cover, so the coming day would be bright. Jean was in the habit of rising early, and today was no different. The evening prior, he had drained his balls of what felt like at least a pint of cum. His sleep that night, by his measure, was impeccable. There was not a single nighttime disruption from his manhood. Barely the first light of dawn had reached his window, and Jean was already starting to sit up in bed. Feeling rejuvenated, he rubbed his eyes and examined his sheets. For once there wasn’t a puddle, stain, or trace of cum. Overjoyed, he turned attention the bulge in his pajamas. With trepidation, he slowly pulled down his waistband. An 8-inch flaccid cock and two chicken egg sized balls lazily flopped out to greet him. Like a hardy breakfast plate of sausage and egg, Jean’s lap was quite full. Though he wasn’t fazed by the size, rather he was overjoyed to still be flaccid in the morning.

By Jeans estimate the salve had worked all night, and given his current size, it must have just worn off. Jean had time before breakfast, so he got out of bed, did a few brief stretches, and grabbed a small dab of his family’s lotion. Again, there was an uncanny warmth where he applied the lotion, and waves of pleasure radiated from his cock outward. It proved much easier to apply in his flaccid state, but that didn’t last long. His cock seemed eager, perhaps even expecting, the lotion’s effect. Within just a few strokes, his cock was hard as a rock, but not uncomfortably so.

Next came his large chicken eggs. Jean grabbed another small dab of lotion and began kneading his balls. The waves of ecstasy grew more intense, but he was prepared this time. He sat on his bed to save from falling on the floor. He could feel his balls almost immediately begin to grow, but he wasn’t focusing on that. Jean hunched over and kept his gaze transfixed on his cock. This time he wanted to see the transformation. Before his very eyes, Jean could see his prodigious cock grow visibly larger. Steadily it swelled in girth and stretched in length. The sight was beyond captivating. Again, his tip reached to kiss his lips, knocking him out of his trance. The growth had greatly slowed, and Jean realized the balls he was kneading were again the size of large goose eggs.

Taking it all in, Jean could tell his 9.5-inch cock had easily reached double digits and his balls more than doubled their original size. He was relieved that this was only temporary, ‘I couldn’t imagine living with such an unwieldly member.’ But part of him was also proud that his family’s salve could illicit such a pronounced reaction, even if it was just a side effect. He almost wanted to show someone his craftsmanship, but wasn’t keen on showing anyone his cock. Still, medical curiosity got the best of him, and Jean decided to at least measure the result. He popped to his feet, but nearly fell on his face. The new weight of his manhood was quite the surprise. Regaining his balance, he walked to his desk. His elongated cock bobbed and swayed even more erratically than the day before, while his heavy balls bounced against his thighs.

Grabbing a tailor’s tape from his desk, he placed one end against his pubic bone. With his other hand, Jean slowly pulled the tape up the length of his member. As the tape traveled up the shaft, his excitement grew. For some reason was eager to get this test result. ‘8… 9… 10…. 11.5 inches. Wow, I wonder how common it is to measure in the double digits?’ Then wrapped the tape his shaft, confirming his girth was a mighty 9 inches. All told, Jean noted the reaction was much less violent this time. His churning balls were just as heavy, and his throbbing cock was just as swollen, but it was also much less vascular. Perhaps yesterday there was an adverse reaction to the other treatments. ‘Or maybe my body is getting acclimated to the salve’ he wondered. Oddly, the size felt natural as Jean slowly rotated his hips. He noted the added weight was substantial, as his engorged manhood swung from side to side. And yet, his cock felt comfortable at this size, almost as if it finally got to stretch its legs out. Just as Jean was getting lost in thought, a wave of pleasure crashed into his body.

“Right, I don’t want to be late for breakfast so let’s get you taken care of,” he said to himself as he quickly stripped out of his pajamas and got to work. Lying flat on his bed, Jean’s double-digit cock felt heavy on his chest. He hoisted it up with both hands and stroked it as fast as he could. With each hurried stroke, his heavy balls would audibly *thwack* against his smooth ass cheeks. To anyone listening it would have sounded like a slap fight punctuated by desperate whimpers and moans. As the ecstasy welled up in his shaft, Jean gave in to his urges. He tilted his neck up and began to passionately make out with tip of his cock. Again, he struggled to fit the head of his oversized cock in his petite mouth, but that stain didn’t matter. Jean was already addicted to the taste of his own cock sweat, and his tongue was going to reach every crevasse. Just as his arms began to tire Jean could feel the moment coming. He reflexively raised his hips, jamming his cock into the back of his throat. He Needed what was coming. Before he could even begin to choke, hot cum shot from his cock right into his stomach. Load after load, he convulsed.

While the climax lasted longer than a minute, the volume of cum was less than the day prior. Jean was quietly proud that he was already starting to master this procedure. He managed to swallow all of his cum, without a single drop landing on his bedsheets. He reckoned that he only swallowed a half pint of fluid. “A little on the light side, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about” he licked his lips and felt the piping hot pile cum sitting in his stomach. With a pep in his step, Jean quickly made his bed and got dressed. His cock had shrunk to a flaccid 6.5 inches and his balls were the size of large whole walnuts. As far as Jean knew, that was practically tiny. As he slid on his tiny shorts, his manhood did make a visible bulge, but he hardly noticed it. When Jean stepped into the hallway, he saw Alear, seemingly waiting for him. With a smile, the two walked to breakfast

Jean always found Alear to be quite friendly. She was nice to everyone, but she seemed to make a special effort to check in on Jean. She even offered to do his laundry once, which Jean nervously refused. In truth, Jean wanted more than anything to repay Alear for saving his village. In his eyes, she was a true hero and he would have done anything for her. Since the bulge in his shorts was only mildly visible, Jean was feeling especially talkative this morning. By the time they reached the café, all the dinners could Jean and Alear laughing with each other.

Jean grabbed some humble oat meal while Alear loaded her plate with a few large sausages, a banana, and an ornate fruit tart. However, just as they were about to grab a seat something came over Jean. He turned on his heals to also grab a side of thickly cut bacon, a large scone, and a tall glass of orange juice. Alear giggled at the sight of him struggling with a piled plate.

The two sat with Lapis and Boucheron, who were presently talking about weapon smithing. Alear was keen to inquire, but Jean had little interest. Rather, his attention was caught by Alear’s plate. The sausages she had grabbed seemed impractically large. Each one was thicker than Jean’s arm and nearly a foot in length. More concerning still, she wasn’t using her knife to cut them. Instead, she stabbed one with her fork and jammed the whole thing some 4 inches into her mouth before biting down. ‘How could she eat like that?’ he wondered, ‘though she seems to have no trouble chewing with her mouth so full.’ After a few more harrowing bites Boucheron interrupted.

“I understand wanting to get your protein Divine Dragon,” Boucheron remarked, “but aren’t you worried you’ll choke with so much meat in your mouth?”

Alear swallowed with a large gulp and replied, “Sorry, it’s a bad dragon habit to fill our mouths. Honestly, I find it kind of shocking how small human food is. Ha-ha.”

For some reason this made Jean blush. Embarrassed he turned his gaze to his own plate and took a spoonful of oatmeal. After one bite, Jean realized just how hungry he was. Despite his stomach being half full of cum, he piled bacon and oatmeal into his mouth. He reasoned that meals of his own cum must be leaving him at a calorie deficit, explaining his ravenous state.

“You’re awful hungry Jean,” Alear noted, “is someone hitting a growth spurt?”

“That I am, Divine Dragon,” Jaen replied between bites, “I think I grew a whole inch just last month.”

“Getting taller must be nice,” Lapis added, “I miss when Prince Alcryst was shorter than me”

Jean paused with a blush, “… ah, yes… taller. My parents say I’m growing like a bean stalk.”

Alear turned to him with a smile, “Then please, take my tart. We want you to grow as Big and strong as possible.” At this point Jean was too embarrassed to refuse.

“Indeed” voice came from behind him. It was Princess Céline. She was walking by when the conversation piqued her interest. She placed a large dish of sorbet in front of Jean. Then standing behind him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders. This placed her chest right against the back of Jean’s head. He could feel his princess’s modest bust pressed against him, so he dared not move. “You will need a hardy diet if you are to grow into a noble citizen of Firene. So, I insist you eat up.”

“Ah, just think how Big you’ll get Jean,” Alear cooed.

On the opposite side of the table Prince Alfred popped up behind Boucheron, “Exactly! Wouldn’t it be awesome if Jean had big muscles like Boucheron, or a huge cock like-“ Boucheron elbowed Alfred in the gut before he could finished. Ashamed, Princess Céline pulled her brother away from the conversation. Jean’s face had turned beet red at this point.

Boucheron turned back to Jean and said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure no matter what, you’ll grow big and strong.” This did manage to put Jean at ease. With the conversation defused, he returned to his plate. Surprisingly he finished everything in front of him, and even a bit of Alear’s sausage. Despite the feast, he didn’t feel overly full. He even noted that his cock felt oddly satisfied by it all.

Jean decided to train after his hearty breakfast. He was joined by Lapis, and by Etie who was muttering something about Boucheron. He had a hard time keeping up with the girls, but he had a fun time trying. For once his movement wasn’t restricted by a prodigious cock. Jean felt so comfortable he even took his shirt off while training. The warm sun felt nice on his narrow bare chest. Nearly every facet of jean’s anatomy was slender and slight. Now that his cock was kept in check, Jean’s body was entirely unremarkable. But for once, he wasn’t ashamed of himself, so he proudly showed off what he was working with. Prince Alfred was nowhere to be seen, so that ‘special training’ would have to wait for another day.

After a couple hours, Jean worked up a powerful sweat. Adjacent to the training arena were communal showers. He typically avoided using them during active hours, as Jean feared his cock might make a scene. But thanks to his family’s salve his manhood was still a manageable size, so Jean decided to take this opportunity to research. Jean stripped in the locker room, wrapped a towel around his waist, and made is way for the men’s showers. His bouncing manhood made a sizable bulge in towel, but Jean assumed it was average, if not a little small. As Jean looked around, he was a little disappointed the showers weren’t more crowded. He hung up his towel and got to work cleaning himself.

The only person he could see from his vantage was Boucheron. Alfred wasn’t kidding when he called Boucheron muscular. His neck was thick and meaty. Backed up behind that, his trapezius muscles almost seemed to reach his ears. His shoulders were impossibly broad, and bulged out like meaty boulders. His pectorals were wide and thick. They protruded from his chest further than a women’s beast, Jean reckoned, and they looked to be far heavier than any bosom. Jean bit his lower lip as he spied Boucheron’s thick nipples. Boucheron’s bursting biceps and triceps combined for an upper arm that was thicker than Jean’s entire body. Below his pecs were thick abdominal muscles. Like two rows of large bricks going down his stomach, they resembled a fortress. Somehow his waist was comparably narrow, as the mountain of bulging meat tapered into a perfect V-shaped physique. That physique then ballooned back out. Boucheron’s round muscular ass was also larger than that of most women. Each cheek was bigger than Jean’s head. Supporting that were tree-trunk-like thighs. Each one, bulging with muscle, appeared heavier than Jean’s entire body. Jean mused that Boucheron could easily crush him between his legs. For some reason that made Jean blush. All together there was something so mesmerizing about seeing such a large body move. Boucheron’s frame seemed to overflow with meat, as he lathered his every crevasse.

Jean got back to lathering up his own body. He could feel his cock getting heavier in his hand, but it wasn’t growing larger. The salve’s effect remained steadfast, even in all this excitement. Jean also noted that Boucheron’s cock appeared quite small. It only seemed to stretch a few inches in its flaccid state. ‘Could he be malnourished?’ Jean wondered, ‘No far from it. It looks like Boucheron eats a whole farm every day.’ Boucheron turned Jean’s way, gave him a wry smile, and waved. While Boucheron had been rubbing shampoo into his hair, Jean was idly fondling his own cock and balls. Jean was embarrassed to be caught in such an act, so he made quick work of his shower.

Dressed in a towel, Jean made his way for the door when he heard a sound. There was a low panting punctuated with a slow rhythmic plapping coming from around a corner. Cautiously he peaked his head past that corner and found someone alone in a shower stall. It was Prince Diamant on a bench with his back to a hissing showerhead. His physique was chiseled. Every limb was built of sturdy muscle, his chest was broad, and his core was tight. His body wasn’t nearly as massive as Boucheron, and yet he somehow looked more masculine. The prince paid no heed to Jean, as Diamant was presently transfixed. The rugged figure methodically tended to his own manhood. His sturdy hands slowly stroked an 8.5-inch shaft of thick princely cock. Wide twisting veins lined the length of the bulging meat, and the tip was neatly circumcised. ‘Finally, an average healthy cock’ Jean thought to himself. He was quietly excited to see a specimen nearly as large as himself.

Jean drank in the view for at least a minute before he was surprised from behind. A slender chest pressed into his back and a thin arm wrap around his shoulder. With a grin, Clanne poked his head forward. “What you doing Jean?” Clanne whispered.

Jean struggled to regain his composure. The feeling a bare chest pressed against his bare back only made things worse. In angry hushed tones he replied “You are well aware I’m a doctor in training. So, I am taking the opportunity to research the male anatomy for own education.” He saw Clanne was already peaking around the corner and practically salivating. “I could ask you the very same question,” Jean added.

“Oh, ummm… same as you” Clanne absentmindedly answered back. Jean could feel Clanne’s grip on his shoulder tighten, as voyeuristic excitement built in the steward. He could also feel the heartrate in Clanne’s chest steadily quicken, and Jean’s own heartbeat rose in chorus. For Jean, the tension was palpable. How did he end up in such an absurd situation. “Gah, Prince Diamant’s dick is so big,” Clanne whispered wantingly, “and he knows just how to work it. Isn’t he the best?”

‘Big?’ Jean thought to himself. The prince was an inch shorter than him, and Jean was still growing as far as he could tell. Jean craned his head back to inspect Clanne’s anatomy. Unfortunately for Jean, Clanne had a towel wrapped around his waist. An idea crossed his mind, but Jean could never sum up the courage to ask for a closer look at Clanne. ‘What am I even thinking?’

The grip on Jean’s shoulder released. Turning to him Clanne said “Looks like the Brodian prince is having a bit of trouble. How about we offer him a hand?” Shocked by the offer, Jean’s face turned bright red. He broke away from Clanne and hotfooted for the door. As he left, he heard the drum beat of plapping turn into a choir of moans.

Jean spent the rest of the day working in his room, though focus proved difficulty. His mind kept drifting to the feeling of Céline’s bosom or the sight of Boucheron’s hulking frame. Jean felt something primal in the pit of his stomach, and that feeling only grew with each hour. Worst yet was what Clanne said to him. ‘Was 8 and a half inches really that big?’ Jean worried, ‘I was that big only a month ago, and things show no sign of slowing.’ In that moment Jean decided he would make as much of the salve as possible. He was determined to be the one in control of the situation. The only problem was that Jean’s supply of herbs was running low.

As if by clockwork, there were 3 soft knocks at Jean’s door. Being more presentable than the prior day, Jean promptly opened it. Standing there was Alcryst, glum as ever. “I was in your village today, and I picked up some herbs. I thought they might be of use to you” Alcryst said with an almost a regretful tone in his voice.

Jean beamed “Oh thank you Prince Alcryst! These herbs will be very useful indeed. You truly are a lifesaver.” The prince’s sullen demeanor turned into a half smile. He handed Jean a heavy satchel before going on his way. ‘What happenstance,’ Jean thought to himself ‘with this I can make all the salve I’ll ever need.’

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The following morning was overcast, Jean’s sleep was again quite deep, but he awoke more anxious than rested. He threw off his bedsheets and stared intently at his pajamas. It was hard to make out, but it looked like there was… more. Lose sleeping pants made things difficult to discern, so Jean held his breath, summed his courage, and yanked down his waistband. Jean’s fears were only half confirmed. A semi hard 9-inch cock and two balls the size of large lemons slid back to meet him. ‘Perhaps 24 hours is too long between doses.’ Jean rationalized that this wasn’t out of line with his typical morning wood.

As Jean made his way to his desk, he tried to ignore the weight between his legs. He grabbed a dab of lotion for each hand, then used his right to lather his shaft, while his left lathered his balls. His cock almost jumped at the sensation, like a puppy at a treat. Meanwhile his balls seemed to groan with hunger. The combined sensation was too much for Jean, but he was able to tumble backwards onto his bed. Fearing that he had gone too long without treatment, Jean kneaded as fast as he could. The process was clumsy, given only one hand was allotted to each task, and things got clumsier as those tasks grew larger between his fingers.

Jean didn’t want to see what was playing out, so he tilted his head back. Even still, he felt the head of his cock was approaching his chin. So, he sat up to assess things. His balls had surpassed goose eggs, now looking like two large oranges, as they spread his legs out. His dick also look bigger, fuller, and longer, but Jean didn’t want to believe it, so grabbed his measuring tape. Indignantly he took the length. “Twelve… and a half… inches.” Jean gasped. “How am I bigger than foot!? If eight and a half is big, then right now my cock is obscene!” Jean had never used such language before, but to fair, he had never been so shocked. ‘Furthermore, this swelling is an inch bigger than yesterday,’ Jean pondered, ‘given the time between treatments, the side effects should dimmish. I need to get to the bottom of this.’

Jean spent a few more moments mesmerized by his oversized cock, as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. Before long he heard rustling outside his door, ‘People are already shuffling to breakfast. I best be getting on this this.’ Again, he leaned back on his bed and assumed the position. His two hands put together could barely wrap around his throbbing shaft. He got his strokes up to tempo and rammed his, now even larger, cockhead into his mouth. He could feel his balls well up, and his muffled whimpers grew louder as he neared climax. Then there were four steady knocks at the door.

“Jean,” Clanne called out, ”is everything ok in there?” Jean struggled to pry the huge raging cockhead out his mouth. He could at least take solace that the door was locked this morning. “It sounded like you were struggling yesterday morning.” Clanne continued, “Do you need my help making your bed, or a hand with anything else? I am a steward of The Somniel after all.”

Finally with a pop, the cock was dislodged from Jean’s lips. He couldn’t stop his ferrous strokes but he could call back. “No… really… everything… is fine” Jean cried breathlessly, “I’ve… added strength training… to my morning stretches.” Jean’s focus was hanging by a thread and his cockhead was already a faucet of pre-cum. He had no choice. Jean again rammed his cock back into his throat.

As Jean violently made out with his own member, Clanne called back through the door, “Very well, suit yourself Jean. But some-“ In that moment, Jean passed the point of no return. Load after load stampeded down his cock. The sound of Jean guzzling cum was distinct and audible. “Jean, are you ok?” Clanne cried “It sounds like you’re chocking, or drowning. Don’t worry, I’ve got a copy of your room key somewhere here”

Somehow in all this commotion, Jean could hear the rustling of pockets and jangling of keys. Panic galvanized Jean, and he put his whole body to the task. He milked his cock, and clenched his ass, and rammed his shaft deeper into his throat. Jean did everything he could, because he NEEDED to cum faster. His neck bulged as the river turned into a geyser. Load, after load, after load, shot into his stomach. He felt his guts fill up with his own seed, and wondered if he really was going to drown.

Jean could hear the tumblers turning in the lock as the last load impacted his belly. With great force, he yanked the heavy cock out of his throat, and turned his back to the door just as it opened a crack. “Please Clanne!” Jean breathlessly yelled back, “I am perfectly capable of making my own bed, I’m offended you would even ask!”

“Very well, suit yourself Jean.” Clanne replied, backing away from the doorway and into the hall. “But some chores are better with a helping hand,” Jean added with a grin.

As Clanne left, Jean sat up exhausted. He rubbed his midsection, and found that his stomach was slightly distended. His load was bigger than the two prior days combined. Jean shuddered at the thought that his belly was bloated by his cum alone. He got himself dressed, but his nerves were too fried to realize his soft cock was still a thick 8 inches, and his balls were larger than chicken eggs. It was only when he stepped out into the hall, Jean noticed his tiny shorts were straining to contain his meaty manhood. Even soft, his bulge made it look like Jean was smuggling a small grapefruit between his slender legs.

At breakfast, Jean tried to avoid both Alear and Clanne, for opposite reasons. He kept his satchel in front of his bulge, and tried to elude eye contact as he looked for a seat. Still, it felt like peoples’ gazes burning into his backside, though he dared not look up to confirm his suspicions. Instead, Jean opted to sit alone at the far end of the dining room. To his surprise, Prince Diamant joined him. While the prince was always affable, today he was particularly chatty. For some reason, he wanted to discuss his brother with Jean. There was a table between the two of them to conceal Jean’s bulge, and he was happy to not be the center of discussion. So, Jean chatted about Alcryst as best he could over breakfast.

Once the dining hall cleared out, Jean decided he should work on further deciphering his family’s lotion recipe. Jean grabbed the ancestral tome from his room and made his way to the library. The Somniel’s library was truly a sight to behold. It hosted books from all 4 surrounding kingdoms, and stretched back over a thousand years. The ceilings were lofty and the stained-glass windows were grand. Typically, the room was flooded with daylight. But with the overcast weather, the library took on a cozier feel. As with most days, the library was nearly empty. Normally Jean would have scoffed that more people weren’t taking advantage of this amazing repository, but today the solitude was a blessing. Feeling liberated form onlookers, Jean took a jauntier stride. He honestly didn’t mind the way his meaty bulge swung from side to side, so long as no could see him.

The issue at hand was decoding the text surrounding his family’s recipe. While the recipe itself and the application method were already translated, Jean had little guidance for the dosage or even a description of the salve, beyond the title. He would need a source for Old-Firene dialect. Jean collected a small fortress of refence books before he got a good lead on what he was looking for. A book refenced an earlier work, an annotated history of Firene, that feature original accounts and modern translations. As luck would have, the work was also featured in this library. But Jeans luck would run thin as he tried to find it.

The selves were well labeled, but the book he needed was on a grand bookshelf, at the very top. Jean wheeled over an ornate library ladder. Climbing to the top wrung, he stood on his very tip toes and reached. Unfortunately, he was just too short the grab the book he needed. Climbing down sulked on the bottom rung. ‘If only I wasn’t so small,’ the irony wasn’t lost on Jean. “If only I wasn’t so big” he murmured at his visible bulge.

Within moments, Jean heard clacking footsteps coming his way. It was Ivy, the Elusian Princess. She was dressed in her menacing dark gown that clung to her figure. Her wide curvaceous hips and large heavy tits all swayed with every step. ‘What a bombshell’ Jean gulped ‘how could I think that!?’ Jean then opened his mouth “Pr-Princess Ivy… how can I be of service, to the E-Elusian royalty?” He was clearly terrified.

Ivy let out a sly grin and replied, “Oh poor Jean. I saw you struggling up there. So perhaps I could be of service to you.” She had reached Jean. Looming over him, her ample bust nearly cast a shadow over Jean’s face.

‘She Knows My Name!?’ Jean’s brain screeched. ’But I can’t argue with how tall she is… I mean just look at those juicy legs… Damnit!’ Jean tried to snap back into control of himself. He gathered his nerves and replied “There’s… a book on the top shelf, and I can’t quite grab it.”

“Not a problem in the slightest” Ivy smirked. She proceeded to slip off her high heels, revealing her perfectly pedicured bare feet. With one foot she tapped Jean to get off the bottom rung, then ascended the ladder. Slowly she climbed, and with each deliberate step, her body slightly bounced. Jean tried not to take in too many details, while also keeping watch for safety’s sake. “This one?” She called down.

Jean had no choice but to look up and guide her. “No, 3 to the left,” he replied. There was no ignoring the view. Looking up her skirt, Jean saw her striking claves, her thick buttery thighs, her round womanly ass, her tight ornate underwear, and to top it all off, the spotless bare feet of a true princess. It was enough to make him sweat. To think a woman, he heard ghost stories about, was this ravishing. Moreover, it was beyond Jean’s imagination that a commoner like him would ever have such an intimate view.

“So, this one?” Ivy called back.

Crashing back to reality, Jean turned his gaze to the book “Yes… that’s the one,” he replied. Jean saw that Ivy was staring at him with a knowing smile. ‘Did she catch me peeking’ he wondered. But that didn’t matter, as her coy eyes were shooting daggers though his chest.

Ivy stuck out her hips, and descended down the ladder. Jean tried his best to only glance at the incoming display. She then handed Jean the book and put her shoes back on. Jean thanked her and walked back to his desk. Much to his horror, Ivy followed.

The task was well within Jean’s capabilities, as the book proved quite useful. However, focus seemed to escape Jean as the Elusian princess sat beside him. The cut of her dress was impossibly low, revealing an ocean of milky pale cleavage to temp Jean’s gaze. ‘Maybe if her breasts weren’t so incredibly large, her top would be less revealing’ Jean pondered.

“That chair is awfully low,” Ivy cooed, “perhaps you could get a better view sitting on my lap.”

Jean’s face went bright red. “N-n-no that… won’t be n-necessary. I can see my books just fine from here” Jean stammered. Ivy only giggled in response. Since she had brought it up, Jean couldn’t help but peek. The dress left nothing to the imagination. Her thighs were thick, her hips were wide, and her lap looked soft and warm. ‘And if I sat there, my head would be right between her breasts,’ he mused. ‘No-no-no! I mustn’t think such things.’ Jean tried to think of something else. His mind drifted too yesterday. He recalled the sight of Boucheron’s huge heavy pecs. They were wide and round, and they looked soft and squeezable, despite being solid muscle. He then thought about Boucheron’s thick suck-able nipples. Jean bit his lower lip as he wondered whose nipples were bigger, Boucheron’s or Ivy’s. ‘No-no-no, this isn’t helping.’

Out of the side of Jean’s eye, he caught Ivy staring at his family’s tome. ‘Could she read old-Firene?’ Stranger still, she seemed to be salivating at the sight. Then it dawned on Jean, even if she couldn’t read the original, she could probably read his father’s notes. Embarrassed, Jean closed the book and stowed it in his satchel. His shame only grew as he realized his bulge had somehow gotten bigger. ‘How is this possible?’ he panicked, ‘I need to take care of this NOW.’

Jean gathered his things and stormed towards the men’s-room. “Where are you going… Jean?” Ivy called out with audible disappointment.

Jean’s gait was made awkward by the added weight between his legs. When reached the men’s-room, he was happy to find it empty, and that no one had followed him. Jean took a moment to examine himself in the mirror. ‘Yes, there’s no denying it’ his bulge now looked like a rather large grapefruit stuffed between his skinny legs. ”There’s no hiding you like this,” he added as he fondled his heft. Realizing someone could walk in any moment, Jean took the second stall from the end and got to work.

He pulled down his tight shorts, and a thick meaty 9-and-a-half-inch cock unfurled. It was still completely soft, yet it rivaled his obscene erection from just a few days prior. Behind it, his balls were already the size of goose eggs. Jean grabbed a jar of salve he had packed in this bag. As he lathered his cock and balls, a sight caught his eye. The ornate wood panel of the stall had a hole carved in it. The hole was nearly 4 inches in diameter, with ware-smoothed edges, and it opened to the stall at the end of the row. Curiosity got the best of him. ‘The hole pretty large, I wonder if my cock still fits in it?’ he pondered. Gently he slid his shafter through the wood panel, and Jean was pleasantly surprised he could reach his hilt. Then, without warning, the lotion took effect. Jean’s cock rapidly hardened and continued to swell. Before he could act, he was stuck in the wall.

The situation was dire. Jean couldn’t see his cock, let alone reach it. His balls had each swollen to the size of grapefruits, and the hole felt tighter with every passing moment. His cock was at least as big as this morning, he reckoned. Worse yet, he would need to cum in order to break free, but he had no way of reaching his shaft. Then in desperation, he remembered something he read in a medical book. Jean took his left hand, and slid it between his ass cheeks. With his middle finger, he carefully located his asshole. Then, with that same finger, he penetrated his ass. Jean knew his only hope was stimulating his own prostate to the point of hands-free orgasm. Within moments he found it, a pleasure center behind his cock. With the slightest touch, his cock surged with vigor. But it wasn’t enough, so two, then three fingers slid into his ass, all attacking his prostate. Jean could hear the wood panel creak as his cock got even thicker. “Am I going to break this wall before I even manage to cum?” Despite all this excitement, Jean was far from cumming and panic began to set in. Then he heard footsteps.

The men’s-room door crept open, and someone could be heard stepping inside. The door to Jean’s stall was closed, so he couldn’t make out who it was. Regardless Jean dared not make a sound. Not only was he in an obscene state, he was also trapped. Slowly the figure walked to the first stall. Jean could hear the door creak open and closed. Then the figure walked to the second stall, and Jean held his breath. The figure paused a bit longer, and briskly walked down the row. Jean tried his best to hold back a frightened squeal. The figure stopped at the last stall and whispered, “Holy fuck dude.” The voice was low and male. Jean couldn’t discern who, but this ruled out Princess Ivy.

Jean could hear the figure slowly approach his raging cock. “You’re just so fucking big,” the mystery man now whispered at Jean, “it’s like your cock goes on forever. You’re such a fucking stud… but you already know that.” Wave after wave of embarrassment crashed into Jean, but he couldn’t say anything back, as it might reveal his own identity. ”Not the talkative type?” the man continued, “Well I guess this kind of thing is meant to be anonymous” Jean then felt a hand grasp his cock “By the emblems, you must be at least 13 inches long.” Jean held back a moan as the man whispered “and it’s so hot and throbbing, that I can tell you need this even more than me.” Jean accidentally let out a girlish whimper in agreement with the mystery man. “Very well, I’ll take good care of you… let me worship your meat”

Time and space all seemed to melt away. The entirety of Jean’s focus was directed at the one part of his body that he couldn’t see. He felt one hand grab the base of his cock, while the other grabbed midshaft. Neither hand could fully wrap around his member. Slowly the hands jerked in unison. “Shit…” the voice whispered, “it’s so heavy." Then Jean felt a warm tongue at the very base underside of his cock. Slowly the tongue skated up his cock, weaving around the firmly thrusting hands. As he neared the tip, the voice let out a low moan “How the hell does your cock… taste so good…” The mountain of embarrassment turned into envy, as Jean missed the taste of his own cock sweat. “…it’s because you’re a true alpha stud.” and with that the embarrassment returned.

Then the man started kissing the tip of Jean’s cock and slowly moved on to making out with it. Jean could feel his cum welling, but it was getting backed up at the hole in the wall. Much to Jean’s dismay, the wood panel was serving as a cock ring, so he resumed fingering his own ass. While that didn’t bring Jean to climax, the wood creaked as his cock swelled even more “Hmm, you seemed to the like that,” the man remarked.

‘Will you just hurry up,’ Jean thought to himself.

“Well you’re going to love this next part daddy,” the man smirked. Jean felt lips at the tip of his cock, then a tough, and then a jaw. The mystery figure had stuck Jean’s whole cock head in his mouth. Then, to Jean’s shock, he felt the tongue reach further down his shaft, and as his cock was plunged into the man’s throat. The throat was tight and warm around Jean’s meat. He felt the man inch further and further down his shaft. The feat was accompanied by low guttural moans that were muffled by Jean’s cock. He was like an anaconda swallowing Jean.

Finally, Jean head the man’s forehead bumped against the wood panel. He had managed to swallow Jean down to the hilt. ‘Holy fuck,’ Jean thought, ‘this man is going to choke himself.’ The man slowly thrusted himself back and forth along Jean’s shaft. Meanwhile, Jean’s fingering turning into an all-out attack on his prostate. Getting pleasure from both ends overwrote Jean’s higher thought. It was like a new pleasure center was being drilled into his brain. All he could do was use his spare hand to bang on the wall in frustration. Finally. when Jean snapped back to reality, he could tell it was time. His cock was ready to cum. With a sigh, he let it out.

The first load rocketed form Jean’s balls, through his shaft. His partner let out a grunt as it hit his stomach. Then load, after load, after load hit his partner like cannon balls. Each one was accompanied by its own grunt. The sound grew desperate, then the desperation turned to euphoria. Both parties were getting their lights fucked out.

With the last load finished, the man fell from Jean’s cock and coughed. He could be heard panting for a good minute before he spoke, “Wow… you really filled me up… you must have been saving that load for a month. I’d love to see the huge balls that messed me up so bad…”

Without a word, Jean yanked his cock out of the hole like fishing line, jammed it into his shorts, and darted out of the bathroom. He had no intention of learning his partner’s identity.

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Jean had swiftly escaped the library, and only when he reached the hallway did his pace finally slow. Adrenaline was clearing from his system, and Jean realized just how famished he was. ‘My breakfast was plenty hardy, and my… snack before that was also quite substantial,’ he wondered ‘the commotion in the men’s room must have sapped me.’ Thankfully Jean had grabbed his books on the way out, 'I need to translate this text, but I can’t hope to decode anything on an empty stomach.' So, Jean resolved to grab a cold lunch from the dining hall, then find a quiet place to eat and work.

As Jean made his way for the dining hall, he noticed his shorts were struggling to contain his meaty manhood. Having drained his balls only minutes ago, his cock was completely soft. Jean tried not to think about the implications. He tried not to notice the large grapefruit size bulge between his legs, and he dared not wonder why his shorts even felt tighter in the back. Instead, Jean swung his satchel in front of his crotch, and hastened his step.

It was noon by the time he reached dining hall, and the place was packed. A line had formed in front of the counter, so Jean joined the queue. As he waited, he pondered his predicament. ‘My condition has clearly worsened. Good thing I started using the salve when I did.’ he reasoned ‘However the recent applications seem less effective at reducing my size. I made sure to concentrate the distillation, so potency shouldn’t be the issue. Perhaps I missed something about the dosage or application. Hopefully the text will illuminate my situation.

Jean then noticed Clanne was standing in front of him in line. After yesterday and this morning’s encounter, the last thing Jean wanted was Clanne’s attention, so he kept quiet. Jean did however take this opportunity to examine Clanne’s physique. While the spellcaster wasn’t tall, he was 8 inches taller than Jean. Clanne’s shoulders were narrow, and his build was slight. ‘His waist is snatched, and grabbable,’ Jean thought as he scanned, ‘Clanne’s is probably the only guy here that’s as slender as me.’ There was however one exception. As Jean’s gaze drifted below the belt, he noticed Clanne’s ass was plump and perky. His rear end wasn’t huge, but it was certainly bigger than Jean’s skinny hips. ‘Have Clanne’s cheeks always been so juicy…’ Jean wondered before blushing ‘where did I even pick up such language.’ Jean also noticed Clanne’s posture seemed to stick his ass out, so there was no ignoring it from behind. ‘I guess we all have our burdens’ Jean mused, reassured that his own burden between his legs was concealed behind his satchel.

As Jean neared the front of the line, he heard a clang. Clanne had dropped his fork. Clanne quickly bent over to look for it, and before Jean knew what was happening, Clanne’s was pressed up against him. The steward’s ass was planted directly in Jean’s crotch. Jean could feel just how round and plump Clanne was more. Moreover, the rear was much softer than Jean imagined. Even though there was a book bag between them, Clanne’s ass felt like an interlocking puzzle piece, the way it perfectly contoured around Jean’s meaty bulge. Then Jean’s face turned bright red as a dreadful thought struck him ‘If my cock can feel Clanne’s ass, then Clanne could feel my cock.’

“Sorry about that” Clanne looked back and winked, “I can be so clumsy at times.” He continued to back up into Jean as he looked for the fork. “You certainly have a full bag,” Clanne chuckled as he rubbed his ass against Jean’s crotch.

Jean had nearly died of embarrassment when the steward finally popped back up. “Got it,” Clanne beamed. Clanne then turned around to look at the beet red Jean. To his surprise, Clanne took one of Jean’s hand’s and stared directly in his eyes. Jean could hardly think what Clanne could possibly want. Then Clanne continued with an oddly earnest tone “I know Prince Alfred invited you to Special Training. I hope you strongly consider taking him up on the offer. He dearly wants to see what you’re capable of.”

“Y-y-yes… anything the crown Prince wishes… is my solemn duty” Jean stammered. ‘But why bring that up at a time like this?’ he wondered. Elated at the answer, Clanne went on his way with a skip in his step. As Jean watched him leave, he couldn’t help but notice how Clanne’s ass bounced with each footfall.

Finally at the front of the line, Jean looked around the dining hall before making his selection. There was plenty of seating, but no seats without neighbors. So, Jean stuffed some wrapped food into his bag, and decided he would find that quieter place to eat and work.

The cloud cover had burned off and the courtyard had grown crowded. The pool was similarly busy, and Jean couldn’t face the library again. It was only in the ring chamber that Jean found his peace and quiet. The room was small enough that Jean could be sure he was alone, and the stone masonry made the place pleasantly cool. Satisfied with his sanctuary, Jean sat against a wall and pulled out his things. He pulled from his bag the history book, his family text, a note pad, and five or six sandwiches he had grabbed at the dining hall.

The sandwiches were full sized, but the first one disappeared in nearly two bites. Jean was about to get to work when he took note of his crotch. He was used to a tight squeeze when got hard, but here he was completely soft and his shorts were struggling to keep up. The seams of his bulge were nearly bursting, and he looked like he was smuggling a pomelo.

Jean leaned forward and cautiously looked both ways. He knew the chamber was empty, but he had to make double sure. With his fears quelled he began unfastening his shorts. Using both hands, he reached into his crotch, to pry free his big meaty mound. Loose from his restrictive shorts, his soft meat grew like a bread loaf. Jean still had his shame, especially in the Ring Chamber, so he left his underwear on. But with a sigh of relief, he opened both hands and let his fat manhood flop in front of him. The cool air felt nice on his ever-sweaty crotch, and he didn’t even mind how the oversized bulge spread his skinny legs apart. Jean was just happy to be free from constriction.

Jean kept a steady pace on the sandwiches, and a tedious pace with his translation. What should have been a description had little to do with the salve. Rather, the tome seemed more concerned with an ancient legend. Jean knew all the emblem legends well, but he had never read this one before. It described Divine Dragons, preceding even the Somniel, and made many mentions of sacred herbs. The events described seemed to predate the annotated history Jean was using as a cypher. He was charmed to see his village kept such colorful account of past events. However, he couldn’t discern the relevancy. Stranger still, the text described the forging of a peerless weapon, a sacred spear to dispel the darkness. This seem particularly out of place, as Jean’s village has never had a noteworthy blacksmith. ‘Perhaps a neighboring village’s oral history got mixed with ours’ Jean guessed. ‘Well at least my fat meat is comfortable here’ Jean gazed almost longingly at his bulge straining his underwear.

“Hi there” a voice called out.

Like a bolt from the blue, Jean was struck with shock. He quickly pulled his satchel in front of his overflowing crotch, then looked both ways. It took Jean a moment to notice the ghostly visage of Roy floating above him. “Oh… hello there Roy”, Jean tried to respectfully grin as he regained his composure “I… didn’t see you there” Now that he had an audience, Jean was much less comfortable with the mountain of meat spreading his legs apart.

“I can see that,” Roy laughed. He was clearly tickled to have caught Jean off guard. “What brings you to the Ring Chamber all alone, is there some way us emblems could help you?”

“Ah- apologies Roy,” blushing Jean fiddled with his bag to insure it fully covered his manhood, “I didn’t come here for guidance, I just needed a quiet place to work. I didn’t mean to bother the Emblems.”

“It’s no bother at all,” Roy rebutted “What are you working on?”

“It’s a recipe for ah…” Jean stopped himself “Really, it’s more a family history of sorts. This text has been passed down across the generations. It’s been so many years that the dialect is almost a foreign language. So, I’m trying to translate it.”

“Cool, what’s it about?” Roy began to lean forward get a look.

Jean pulled his work close to hide the contents, and tried to appears as though he was reading it “It’s a legend about a Divine Dragon, who will one day be joined by Sacred Hero, and together they will dispel the darkness.”

“That sounds like quite thrill tale” Roy replied.

“It is!” Jean smiled, before his face turn contemplative, “The only issue is the legend states the Hero will hail from my village. My village has produced a great many doctors and medics, but never a heroic knight or swordsman.”

Roy thought for a moment, “Well if you don’t see the hero you’re looking for in the world, maybe it’s a call to become the hero you want to see.”

Jean was taken aback by the notion, “Really, you think I could one day grow into a hero?”

“Of course I do Jean!” Roy replied, “with how hard you work, I can tell you’re growing every day.”

Jean blushed at the praise. He worked hard to improve himself, but always for the sake of those around him, never for recognition. Jean tried to change the subject “Are the rumors true?” he asked.

“What rumors?” Roy chuckled, “That I’m strong, or brave, or deadly in close quarters?”

“That you have a big cock” Jean replied absentmindedly. Jean immediately covered his mouth and blushed even harder. ‘How could I say something so crude,’ he thought.

“Oh” Roy grinned a scratched his head. Roy thought only ladies spread that rumor. “Ya, that’s true” he chuckled, “and I guess by your account, you could say my dick is legendary”

“Really?” Jean beamed, hoping someone may finally understand his struggle “How did you get by living with a massive penis!?”

Now Roy was blushing, “Well it has it’s burdens, finding pants the fit, getting hard in public, the sweat, and it needs a lot of attention,” Jean nodded eagerly at each of these, “But it also has its benefits.  The girls love it…, the boys love it, it feels nice in the hand” all but the last of these were lost on Jean. “But the important thing is each of us has our own unique burdens to carry. And our lot in life is to find a way to turn those into benefits.” These words really lifted Jean’s spirits, he even grabbed his satchel, and readied to reveal his own meaty burden. “Yes” Roy continued, “It can feel like a massive burden at times, but it’s just my lot to carry around 7 and half inches of wrist thick princely meat” With those words Jean was shattered.

Jean let his bag fall back in his lap, as not to reveal his bulge. ‘7 and a half inches!?’ Jean thought dazed, ‘How is that remotely large!?’

Roy continued, “Personally I’m no good with language, but maybe Byleth could help with your translation. Or perhaps I could ask Camilla and Lyn to take a closer look.”

“Th-thank you for the offer, Roy” Jean was still raddled, “But it’s… getting dark. I should probably get some supper.” That last thing he wanted was to see another Emblem. With his hands behind his bag, Jean began stuffing his oversized meat back into his undersized shorts. It was hot and heavy in his hands, clearly still excited from that discussion, unlike Jean. He had little patience at this point, so he rather forcefully crammed his fat hog into his button fly. He could even hear a stitch tearing as pushed. Jean grimaced at the sound.

Roy could tell Jean was preoccupied, “Well, if ever need help from the Emblems, you know where to find us. I might not be a language expert, but if you got big dick questions, I’m your guy Jean.”

Jean kept is bag in front of him as he left the chamber.

Supper was a fib at first on Jean’s end. His plan was to finish his sandwiches for dinner in his room. However, as he walked the halls, he felt his bag and realized he had already eaten all the sandwiches. Moreover, he was still ravenous. The dinner rush hadn’t set in yet, so Jean was able to grab an armful of meat pies and get back to his room without encountering anyone.

As soon as he closed his door, Jean slipped off his shorts and let his bulge flop freely. Again, he let out a sigh of relief, as this time he was truly alone. He could move freely without holding a bookbag in front of him. While his overstuffed package was noticeably heavy between his legs, Jean honestly found it a little fun the way his soft meat swung about. He even gave it a few bounces in the mirror before feeling silly and getting to work.

Aided by a stack of savory meat pies, Jean found the best focus he had all day. As he poured over his family’s tome, Jean was also pleased to see he had finally reached application methods. There were several forms of application Jean would have never thought of. There was even a section for applying the salve with a partner, though he mainly skimmed past that part. It was past sunset and deep into candle light when Jean would finally break from his work.

The reason Jean stopped was a twinge in his underwear. He pushed his stool back from his to examine his crotch. His package was full to bursting. In the time he had worked, his cock had gotten semi hard, and his drawers couldn’t handle any more. Jean slipped off his underwear and a lazy 11-inch cock flopped out, follow by ball that were larger than oranges. He had no time to consider his size, as he was immediately struck with an urge. From the base of his spine to the base of skull, Jean felt a deep persistent craving. He wanted the lotion, his body wanted the lotion, his cock wanted the lotion. Jean got up from his desk, stripped the rest of his clothes, and got on with testing his new application methods.

This time he took two larger globs of salve, and with each hand on either side of his shaft, slowly dragged the lotion from base to tip. As he reached higher on this cock, his body temperature rose and his meat got heavier in his hands. He then scooped two more globs, and with a circular motion massaged both of his balls. He was braced for the ensuing pleasure, but feeling them swell in his hands was still shocking on a primal level. Next, he dipped his right pinky finger into the salve, coating it completely. With his left hand, he grabbed the head of this cock and held it steady. Jean gulped in fear as he slowly brought his right hand forward. He pressed his right pinky against the tip of his cock. He had grown so big that his cock offered little protest, and his pinky slid in with ease. Jean was almost relieved before he felt the effect. It was like a bolt of lightning shot from the tip of his cock, through his spine, to the front of his brain. Jean hunched over drooling, still gripping his manhood. It felt like slow river of magma was flowing down the inside of his cock. He couldn’t help but erratically stroke his twitching meat. With each stroke, the magma crept a bit further down the inside of his shaft, and released a new wave of pleasure throughout Jean’s body. When the heat finally reached the base of his cock, Jean let out a seething moan. Finally, with his right hand, Jean stuck his middle two fingers into the jar of salve and pulled out another glob. With much trepidation Jean reached between his legs. Once there, he knew couldn’t hesitate, so he jammed his fingers straight into quivering boy pussy. Using his experience from earlier in the day, he went right for the prostate and vigorously massaged the lotion into the pleasure center. A wave of euphoria hit Jean’s core like a sucker punch, and he collapsed.

Sweating, panting, and nearly crying, Jean lay on the ground overwhelmed by pleasure. All he could do was attack his ass with the lotion, he had to get it massaged in. Meanwhile his free hand frantically stroked his shaft. No matter how fast he pumped, nothing felt fast enough. He could feel cock getting fatter, he could feel his balls were getting heavier, and it felt good. Jean bleated, letting out moans of violent pleasure. He could feel his mind boiling under the pressure of his sensory tantrum. His feet kicked against one of his bed posts as a futile protest. Finally, when the lotion was massaged into his prostate, Jean’s stamina gave out.

Jean laid still on the floor for a couple minutes. He didn’t care he was naked, and he wasn’t concerned about his erection. He had nearly hyperventilated, so Jean closed his eyes and focused on breathing slowly. “Perhaps… that was too many… application methods…” Jean whispered to himself. When his heart rate felt stable, he felt it was safe to stand up.

Slowly, with his eyes still closed, Jean got to his feet. He could feel it. Even without looking, Jean could feel his cock was huge. It had never been this heavy. Jean opened his eyes and confirmed his suspicions. His cock stretched far in front of him. It was gnarled with angry veins. His shaft radiated heat, and was twitching as though it were still hyperventilating. Jean went to grab his measuring tape, his fat balls bouncing against his thighs with each step. With his right hand he cautiously pulled the tape along his raging shaft, while marveling at how obscenely heavy it felt in his left hand. “10…” the tape continued to stretch “12…” Jean bit his lower lip “15 and a half inches,” Jean gasped as he reached the tip, ”I’m more than twice the size of Roy, and his cock was legendary.”

Jean decided he would get a better view in the mirror. His slender supple build looked all the more girlish when compared to his writhing crotch. He looked at his shaft, more than a foot in length and thicker than his leg. “I’m… so big,” he whispered. Then he scanned down to his balls, they were larger than pomelos and hung halfway to his knees. “I’m sooo fucking big,” said a bit louder. Finally, he shook his hips, letting his monstrous meat freely slap against his smooth pale thighs. “How the fuck am I so fucking big!” Jean sheepishly cried to himself.

Then a sight gave him pause. Jean checked his side profile in the mirror to confirm it. He was always a beanpole, with string bean legs, but now looking at his ass he could clearly see a curve. His rear wasn’t large, but it was certainly bigger than he was accustomed to. ‘Perhaps my diet has caught up with me’ he wondered. He reached with his right hand to examine it. Squeezing his cheek proved it was soft, pleasant to grab, and definitely larger. Furthermore, it felt nice getting squeezed. Jean almost wished he had a partner to grab him. The feel in his hand also reminded him of his noon-time encounter. ‘I wonder if Clanne also likes getting squeezed?’ he mused.

Jean got to work stroking his cock as his mind drifted to more thoughts of Clanne’s ass. He was halfway to climax when a dreadful thought struck him. ‘I’ve had 6 sandwiches…’ he clutched his stomach, ‘and 6 more large meat pies.’ He then glanced at his cum filled cannonballs, ‘I’m full up to my brim, there’s no way I could swallow that load.’

Thinking fast, Jean slipped into his pajamas. His freakish cock hung out the front. It had no hope of fitting in his sleeping pants, but this was the best Jean could do. He poked his head out his door and checked the dark hallway. With the coast clear, he silently slid out of his room without even a candle to light his way. ‘Just need to make it to a restroom’ Jean thought to himself.  As the cold night air gripped his bare cock, he found it impossible to ignore his meat. With each step monstrous rod swung side to side. The pendulous motion made the slightest change in his pace noticeable. Luckly no one was in the hall. ‘How would I even hide this beast if ran into someone. I’d be hopeless…’ Jean wondered, and quickly tried to suppress the thought.

Finally, he reached the restroom door and felt relief. ‘Not a moment too soon’ he thought, as he could feel precum welling up his wanting shaft. He jiggled the doorknob and froze. The door was locked. Worse yet, he heard a voice on the other side.

“I’ll be out in a sec,” a male voice called back.

Jean panicked as he tried to restrain his shriek of fear. He couldn’t answer back, and had no intension of finding out who was behind that door. Worse yet the door was about to open, and that person was about to see Jean in this obscene state. Jean couldn’t run back to his room, as it was much too far, and that would make a racket. Near by rooms were also off the table, as that would mean waking whoever might be staying there. Franticly Jean scanned for options, hastened by what sounded like hands washing behind the door. Finally, he found an option. Jean darted toward a window and hid himself behind the drapes. He tried his best to hold his cock against his chest, and ignore the fact that his feet were poking out the bottom of the curtain.

Jean held his breath as he heard the restroom door slowly creak open. “Huh, I could has sworn…” Jean heard the male voice mutter. Then Jean heard footsteps, they were approaching, Jean tried to restrain his terror. When the man reached the curtain, he stopped. Pressed up against the glass, Jean could see his own reflection in the window. He could see the deep panic his eyes, the sweat on his brow, and the massive head of his cock held just below his chin. Jean could make out a fat bead precum welling up at the tip of his cock, and more pre cum slowly dribbling down the fingers that held his cock up. He could also see the curtain in the reflection, and he could distinctly make out a tall silhouette behind the curtain. It looked like the figure was staring straight at him. Jean dared not move a muscle. All he could do was pray that his thick pre cum didn’t drip and audibly splat on the ground. It felt like ages, as Jean watched the bead of fluid well up larger and larger. However, after only a few moments, the figure continued on its way.

Only when Jean could no longer hear footsteps did he dare to leave the drapes. And once he was out of the drapes, he darted for the restroom and locked the door behind him. He wasted no time getting to work. As he violently pumped his oversized shaft, a viscous stream of pre cum flowed down the drain. But despite his efforts, Jean still couldn’t climax, then he felt a deep yearning in his core. Jean realized his ass was hungry. Without thinking, he swiftly started attacking his hole with his left hand. First 2, then 3, then 4 fingers went for his prostate. But Jean’s skinny fingers weren’t enough to satisfy his needy backside. Filled with determination, Jean managed to slide his entire fist into his boy pussy, and staged an all-out assault on his inner pleasure center. Jean desperately wanted to cum. Syncing the pumping of his cock with the fisting of his ass proved effective. The two-pronged offensive was enough to get him over the edge. Load after load he shot, deeply moaning the whole time. Jean watched his balls emptied down the drain and marveled at the volume he had produced.

With Jean’s cum tanks finally drained, he fell back panting. He stuffed his soft meat into his pajama pants. The bulge was insane, as his cock nearly snaked to his knees, but Jean was too tired to care. He grabbed a clean wash basin, returned to his room, and slept like a log.

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Jean’s morning routine was turning into just that, a routine. Jean woke the next day and got straight to business. ‘I’ve got no time for games,’ he thought as he popped out of bed. “I’ve got to think of a new plan,” he muttered, tossing off his pajama pants, letting more than a foot of semi hard cock swing freely. “You’re nothing but a distraction,” he added as he marched to his desk. He grabbed a jar of salve, stared at it intently and said, “Right, first order of business, treatment. Then I can focus on fixing this.”

With clinical efficiency, Jean applied the cream to his cock and balls. He pushed through the pleasure, like getting into an overly hot bath, it was intense but deeply welcomed. As he got to pumping his hulking shaft, Jean realized he still felt wanting. He could tell his heavy balls were overfilled with hot seed, but they weren’t cuming, almost like his body was on strike. “Fine” Jean sighed. He bit his lower lip and let out an involuntary grin as he scooped another glob of salve. Hastily he stuck it up his ass, and like flipping a switch, his balls started churning. As he got to work, he hunched over and let out low deep moans. Quickly a heavy stream of precum came oozing from his oversized cockhead. Thankfully Jean was still cogent enough to remember the previous night. Both hands were preoccupied, so Jean clumsily stuck his right foot under his bed, and with his toes dragged out the wash basin. Getting in position, his aimed his obscenely large meat at the tub. With an audible thud, Jean’ cum hit the back wall of the basin, and over the course of minutes, Jean filled it past the halfway point. He nearly felt proud to see so much cum in one place, ‘that has to be close to a gallon.’ Jean carefully slid the basin back under his bed, and wiped his brow.

“Right let’s get dressed,” Jean announced with a pep in step. His shirt was crisp and clean. His socks were soft and warm. His underwear… “Oh dear” Jean sighed as it strained to contain his overgrown meat. Even soft and drained, his cock and balls could barely fit in his drawers. Then Jean slowly slid his shorts up his legs. It was a squeeze around his ass, then Jean looked down. “Oh no…” he froze. His shorts were at his crotch, and there was no way his bulge could fit inside. “I-I just used the salve,” he stammered. “M-maybe one application isn’t enough.” Without a second thought, he flopped his manhood out of his underwear, and started applying the lotion again.

Then with a loud crack, Jean’s bedroom door flung open. “We need you!” a voice called out.

Jean was petrified. His back was to the doorway, concealing the cock in his hands, and he dared not move an inch. He already knew the voice, clear as day. There was no mistaking Alear.

“The Corrupted are attacking in Firene and we’ll need all the medics we can get” Alear continued, “You especially Jean.”

Like a frog in his throat, Jean choked on his words. But in the end, there was only one thing he could say, “Yes divine dragon. I’ll be right there.” Jean was about to turn around and reveal his sorry state, when heard Alear run off to the next room. ‘A blessing’ Jean thought to himself. Quickly he shoved his obscenely large meat into his tight shorts. He ran to meet the others, all the while he could hear his seams tearing.

As they rode to the battlefield Jean avoided all eye contact. He kept his bookbag firmly on top of his lap. It felt like a large snake was squirming between his legs. ‘Is it growing?’ Jean wondered, though he dared not examine, ‘I’ve never used the salve back-to-back like this.’ He could hear his shorts were straining. ‘Did they notice?’ he feared, ‘I’ve held my bag close the whole time, but perhaps my bulge is still visible.’ His fear then turned to guilt. ‘How can I be worrying about this. We’re about to face corrupted, and on Firenees soil no less.’

When they reached the battlefield, Jean’s shame got the better of him. His bulge had grown bigger than his head. With no opportunity to cum, the second round of lotion was having the opposite of Jean’s desired effect. His shorts looked battle damaged. Every stitch was straining, every seam threatened to burst with each step. Even walking slowly was tricky, so he had no hope of running to the front lines. Jean instead stayed towards the back and used a long-range staff. He even tried to avoid eye contact with those he was healing. This averted gaze would soon prove dangerous. Jean heard a growl, turned around, and saw a corrupted thief had snuck up on him.

The fiend, writhing with fell magic, let out a violent snarl. She clearly saw Jean as prey. Jean reckoned the creature was some 10 feet away. She was too close for Jean to run, and too far for Jean to strike, so he adopted a ready stance. Then with supernatural speed the corrupted lunged at Jean. Narrowly Jean dodged. Then a second thrust quickly followed, which Jean used both hands to divert. A third wild strike slashed at Jean, and grazed his cheek. Jean gasped with pain, but he noticed the creature was now panting. This was his opening. Jean widened his stance, remembered his training, then swung at the fiend with a spinning kick. There was a loud crack as it landed. While Jean couldn’t muster much force in terms of damage, but his kick was well placed and true. Hitting his adversary’s skull, the corrupted collapsed.

Panting Jean planted his foot back on the ground. He planned his follow-up when suddenly he felt… the breeze. When his kick landed, his shorts also tore open. Now his raging cock hung in front of him, 17 and half inches long and hard as steel. Jean had no time to be mortified, his foe was bound to get back up if didn’t act fast. Then Jean glanced at the corrupted. Rather than getting to her feet, the creature was on its hands and knees, staring back a Jean… arching her back. Somehow, without words, Jean knew what this meant, and he now allowed himself to be mortified.

“You… want… this!?” Jean’s breathless voice was equal parts chastising and confused. He had no other weapon at hand, and he couldn’t recall if anyone was close enough to offer backup. So, gathering his convictions, he ran at the fiend. He grabbed the corrupted by her hips, aligned the tip of his cock, and with one mighty thrust, hilted his shaft inside the fell-ass. 17 and a half inches deep, it was like Jean stuck his cock into a thunder storm. Electricity shot through his body, and what sounded like violent cries of pleasure could be heard from the corrupted. Jean however wasn’t lost in simple pleasure. All week something had been fraying inside of Jean, and now it finally snapped.

Jean’s eyes went dark. He leaned forward to wrap his arms around her waist. He could feel his shaft poking through her abdomen, and rubbed it for emphasis. “You… like that” Jean snarled as best as he could. His foe whimpered as he pulled his shaft back. He could barely get halfway out when he reached the apex of his thrust. So, with all his weight, he crashed back into her. His balls, the size of cantaloupes, audibly spanked her thighs. “You like my fat fucking balls” he added. With his next thrust he picked up the tempo. “You want my…” he thrusted “oversized fuckmeat…” another thrust “to tear up your insides!?” She began thrusting back as Jean reached his max speed. “Does… your… monster ass…” his words were broken up by each heavy pounding, “need… my… monster cock.” Her insides were gripping Jean tighter and tighter, but this only strengthened his resolve. With each thrust Jean was planting his hips against her for moment, trying to reach just an inch farthing. “I’m going… to burry… my massive cock… so deep… inside you” he heaved, her insides were on fire, as if the very fell magic was burning “and empty… my cum tanks… until you’re…” At this points her body was like a vice grip. She managed to fall back a bring Jean to the ground. Without skipping a beat, she was riding Jean, reverse cowgirl. In turn, Jean thrusted from below. And still, her insides managed to get tighter. It was finally clear to Jean what was happening. He wasn’t fucking her, he was getting milked.

They kept pounding and pounding on the ground. The corrupted let out a chorus of whimpers and demonic moans. Finally, Jean felt his cum welling up. He dug his fingers into her hips, and brought her ass down to his hilt. Like an arrow loosed, Jean let his cum fly freely. His first load rocketed from his balls, through his shaft, and into the corrupted. The fiend squealed with ecstasy as load after load filled her. As his balls drained, her body grew scorching hot. Then Jean noticed cracks forming in her flesh, and golden light flooding out from the cracks. It got brighter and brighter as he came, until his last load emptied and she disintegrated. Her body burst into particles of light, leaving not a single trace. It was as though his cum had dispelled the fell dragon’s magic. Moreover, there wasn’t even a trace of cum left in her wake.

Jean lay panting on his back. He could hear the sounds of conflict around him, but all of it was muffled by his thunderous heartbeat. He could tell something broke inside him during that altercation, and he was desperately trying to mend it. ‘She really wanted that? Did I really want that, this whole time? And how did I know how to do that?’ Finally catching his breath, Jean got up. He dusted himself off and looked around the battlefield. It didn’t take long to realize Alcryst was staring straight back at him. Alcryst’s steely gaze didn’t scan Jean’s body, it simply locked on his eyes. The prince unfastened his cloak and tossed it to Jean, before returning to the action. Not long after that, the battle was won.

Thankfully there were no casualties. Some were wounded, but none gravely. Jean felt the medics didn’t need him, so he planted himself on the sidelines. He sat wrapped up in Alcryt’s cloak, and was happy to have it. The crotch of his shorts was entirely torn out, and even soft, Jean’s cock still hung a foot long. This was his only hope to conceal his shame. The fabric was dark and heavy. It concealed his bulge expertly, almost as if it were designed just for this.

Jean was still dripping with shame, so he kept his eyes down. He could see the ankles of workers as they milled back and forth. He prayed that no one would ask him to help, or worse yet, try to cheer him up. Then he heard footsteps heading his way. A voice called out “Hi Jean!” it was Alear.

‘Oh no, not Her!’ he thought. She was the last person he wanted to see in this state. He wasn’t sure if he could get up without his cock flopping out of the cloak, and this meant he certainly couldn’t run. His only option was to sit in place. Jean twisted his head to the side, and met Alear’s gaze. She was some 15 feet away, smiling, and waving as she approached. Jean tried his hardest meet her smile with this own.

Getting one look at Jean’s face, Alear’s expression went serious. She broke into a full sprint towards the herbalist. Stopping when she reached him, Alear got on her knees. She placed one hand on the cloak, grabbing Jean’s thigh. Jean tried his hardest not squirm or shout. The Divine Dragon’s fingers were just millimeters away from his mammoth cock. She leaned in, her other hand grabbing the back of Jean’s head. His face turned bright red. As she pulled closer, her heavy breasts pressed into Jean’s slender shoulder. He looked down at his crotch, and stared daggers at his cock. ‘Don’t you dare wake up now,’ he thought. Then, pulling his head closely, Alear planted a firm kiss on his cheek. Her flips were soft, her aroma was flora, and her body radiated warmth. Jean’s eyes rolled back, and his heartbeat raced too fast to count. This kiss felt like a greater risk to his health than the corrupted.

It seemed like their bodies were press together for an eternity, but after only a few moments, she loosened her grip. Jean was relieved, he wasn’t sure how much more his heart could take. Alear pulled her lips away, revealing the scratch on Jean’s chin. “Sorry I’m not much of a medic,” she added “but hopefully that will help you heal.”

Jean was shellshocked by the exchange. “Th-th-thank you… D-divine Dragon” he stammered.

Alear then leaned close again and whispered in Jean’s ear, “Alcryst told me all about the battle.” Jean’s shot wide open. “I’m so proud of you,” she added. Jean was about to start shaking, but Alear had already gone in for a firm hug. She gripped his body tightly, her bosom now fully pressed against him. He could hear her breathing, and it almost felt like she was taking a moment to smell his aroma. Jean’s face was now deep crimson with embarrassment, and he felt in danger of passing out. Then without warning, she released the hug, got up, and went on her way.

Jean slumped forward, his mind racing. ‘What did he say? Why was she proud? Did he give her the truth, or lie to protect me!?’ Not long after Alcryst came Jean’s way. Without a word, the sullen prince gestured Jean to follow, and the two rode back in the Brodian private carriage.

It was just the two of them in the carriage, and they sat in opposite corners. ‘I wonder which seat is Citrinne’s, and which belongs to Lapis’ Jean pondered, before trying to put the thought out of his head. ‘Should I make eye contact’ Jean wondered. Every time he looked up, the prince was gazing out the window. Jean tried to do the same and watched the Firenees countryside roll by.

The carriage ride continued in silence for some time, before Jean’s thoughts got the better of him. ‘Why isn’t he saying anything’ Jean puzzled, ‘I know the Brodian second prince isn’t much for words, but surely he’d have something to say about what he saw.’ Jean was starting to grow concerned. ‘And what did he say to Alear? Can I just ask him that? Surely, he would have told me by now’ Jean’s mind continued to race, ‘maybe I should speak first, but then he might want an explanation, and I haven’t a clue what’s going on’ Jean scoured his mind for an answer ‘Does he want me here for a reason? Maybe he wants something from me? Perhaps he wants his cloak back? It’s clearly luxurious, much too fine to part with carelessly.’ Jean began unfastening the cloak and froze. ‘I can’t give it back like this. Removing it would mean exposing my bare body in front of Brodian royalty. They might throw me in a dungeon, it could spark a national war!’

Jean’s head was visibly spinning when Alcryst finally glanced back. The prince gestured for jean to sit next to him. Jean quickly got up and sat where instructed. Jean was resolute that he would now get his answer. However rather than speak, Alcryst lifted his arm, wrapped it around Jean’s side, and pulled him in close. The prince was still sullen, still silent, and still stared out the window. But now he held Jean close, and softly stroked his side. Jean could feel the prince in great detail. The prince’s hand was soft and cool. His torose was slender, though more toned than Jean’s own. At all times, Alcryst had an aura of disinterest, and perhaps that comforted Jean in this moment. He could tell Alcryst wanted nothing in return. Jean leaned his head against the prince’s chest, and felt calm for the first time all day.

Returning to the Somniel, Jean skipped the festivities, and instead went straight towards his room. He kept the prince’s cloak on, as Alcryst didn’t ask for it back. Jean had every intention of returning it, but he first had to find something to wear. As he walked down the hall, he could hear cheering, applause, and even drunken singing echoing behind him. ‘My allies sure are proud of themselves,’ Jean sighed, ‘but I could never face them like this.’ The question of clothes proved vexing as Jean walked. Mending shorts wouldn’t be enough, if his cock and balls were in fact growing. Jean wondered if he could use some fabric from an old shirt to loosen the fit of shorts, before realizing even that would be a temporary solution.

Jean got to his doorway and paused. His door hung open, and Jean never leaves his door open. He poked his head in and was relieved to find his room was empty. He did, however, notice his bed was freshly made, and even the sheets we changed. ‘Perhaps Clanne took it upon himself to tidy up… or maybe snoop around.’ Jean checked under his bed. He saw the wash basin was still there, and still very much filled with his cum. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved to keep that secret, or dreading the fact that he still had to dispose of it.

As he got up, Jean noticed a note by his pillow and a bit of fabric neatly folded under the note. The message was on matte black card stock, written bright scarlet ink. It clearly wasn’t Somniel stationary, so it couldn’t have been from Clanne. The elegant handwriting read “For the growing hero, may this aid in carrying your heavy burden” and was signed with a lipstick kiss. Jean felt nervous just holding the note. ‘This must be some sort of mistake,’ Jean rationalized.

He lifted up what was under the note. A pair of shorts unfolded in his hands. They were a similar size the to ones he had just destroyed, though the dark fabric felt silky and smooth. The crotch was elaborately embroidered with golden thread, forming a pattern of twisting thorny vines. The garment was clearly the work of fine craftsman, and while it may have fit him a week ago, Jean feared his manhood would now rip it in two. That was until Jean realized how stretchy it felt in his hands.

Jean closed and locked his bedroom door. The he carefully folded the prince’s cloak, undid his shoes, and discard his tattered shorts and underwear. Jean tried not to dwell on what he was in the mirror. He was big, bigger soft than ever was hard just a week ago. Easily a foot long, his soft cock nearly reached his knees, and his balls had well exceeded a handful. But Jean had never encountered fabric this stretchy, so he dared to hope. It hugged his thighs and his ass as he pulled it up. He could tell in mirror both were slightly thicker than even the day before. Then he gingerly hoisted his mammoth meat in the front. Somehow, his cock and balls slid in the shorts with little resistance. The fabric stretched effortlessly around him. It did nothing to hide his size, but at least it concealed the contents. Somehow, Jean’s mysterious benefactor had provided him with a garment that fit.

With his own clothing squared away, Jean grabbed Alcryst’s cloak and made for the prince’s room. The door was open, so Jean cautiously let himself in. Again, he found Alcryst staring out a window. “Thank you for lending me your cloak” Jean sheepishly spoke up. Somehow these were the first words they had exchanged today.

“Thank you for returning it,” Alcryst politely replied. He turned towards Jean looking slightly less sullen.

“Do you need me to wash it for you?” Jean added.

“That won’t be necessary,” Alcryst was nearly smiling, he seemed to warm up with conversation.

As Jean reached to hand over the cloak, his bookbag slid to the side, revealing the hulking meaty bulge between his legs. “It… it’s not erect,” Jean began to stammer.

Alcryst seemed mostly unphased, in fact he almost chuckled. For some reason this response put Jean at ease. Alcryst replied “I’m just glad you found something that…” he paused. Something had caught his eye. It couldn’t have been the size of Jean’s meat, Alcryst seemed well aware of that. It Looked as though Alcryst was staring at the fabric’s pattern. The prince’s face reverted to a frown, and his tone turned sullen again. All he said was “I’m sorry for how things turned out” before pushing Jean out of his room.

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That night, Jean laid in bed but found no rest. Staring at the clock wasn’t helping, so he closed his eyes. His mind swirled with questions. ‘Just how did I manage to beat that corrupted? Rather…’ he grabbed his cock for emphasis ‘how did YOU manage to beat her?’ He wasn’t even fully hard, and Jean could tell his hand didn’t make it half way around his shaft. ‘And why was Alear proud, what could Alcryst have possibly said?’ Jean pulled his shaft to his chest. It was like lying next to a log, ‘Why isn’t the salve working anymore? It still manages to dispel my erection, but it no longer reduces my size.’ Jean thumped his cock against him as he pondered, ‘and who was my mysterious benefactor? The shorts are too useful to be a coincidence, they must be aware of my situation. But Alcryst and Alear were both at the battle today, so the note must have been left by someone else.’ Jean thought long hard about suspects, but eventually his mind got stuck on what Alcryst had said ‘Why was he sorry?’

Jean felt something rubbing his chin, and his shot open ‘Who is it!?’ He looked down and saw it was only the tip of his cock poking him. Jean signed and looked back at the clock. No time had passed. He tried to put his anxieties out of mind, but now his meaty manhood was competing for attention. Heat radiated from his saft. He could feel the girth steadily swelling in his hand. The aroma, just below his chin, was both appetizing and intoxicating. But above all, he felt a deep craving from tip of his cock, to base and deep in balls. His cock needed the lotion, and wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer.

Lit only by moonlight, Jean slid to the side of his bed and sat up. His cock fell forward, hitting his thigh with a heavy thud. His shaft stretched passed his knees, and the tip hung over the side of the bed. Even in faint light, Jean could his cock was already thicker than his thigh. Jean also noticed he couldn’t close his legs. His fat heavy balls were forced him to sit with wide posture. He reached for a jar of salve from his nightstand. Jean didn’t need light for the next part. He felt like an expert lathering up his oversized shaft. Though noted it was taking longer, as his shaft seemed to keep getting bigger. Next, he lotioned his balls. He could hear his sleeping pants creaked as balls swelled to cantaloupes, and he could feel his shaft growing heavier and harder.

Jean couldn’t forget about that intoxicating aroma. He pressed his shaft against his chest to get a closer smell, only to feel his cock smack himself in the face. Previously, Jean would need to slouch forward to get this close. With horror Jean now realized, no matter how much he straightened his back, he couldn’t get above eyelevel with the tip of his cock. But his shock was soon overwhelmed by his thirst. He wanted and needed to taste his cock. Jean strained his neck back, and tried to tilt his shaft, until he barely managed to wrap his lips around the tip. His cock was much too thick to shove in his mouth, but that didn’t matter much, because it was also nearly too long to reach. But Jean wasn’t thinking about the size, he was too busy making out with the tip of his cock. The satisfaction was unparalleled. For Jean, nothing could compete with the taste of his own cock sweat.

Jean’s right hand pumped his shaft, his left scooped more salve. Again, he stuck it between his ass cheeks, doubling his pleasure. Before long he came, not shots, but like a faucet. His loads flowed down his throat and he eagerly swallowed. His cum was thick, creamy, and hot, and all Jean wanted to do was chug. He could feel his stomach quickly filling, but he pushed passed it. This wasn’t for the sake of the bedsheets either, Jean just wanted that intoxicating cum inside of him. After minutes of guzzling, Jean’s balls finally emptied. He rolled to his to side with a hiccup. His belly, holding more than a gallon of seed, visibly distended. Jean had never been so full.

Jean laid there in his afterglow for a while before letting out a groan. He remembered there was still a wash basin full of cum under his bed. With some effort, he was able to maneuver his hulking meat back into his pajama pants, before sliding himself off the bed. Jean carefully stood upright, clutching his overfilled belly. It took him a moment to grasp his balance. Then he waddled to grab the basin, hoisted it against his bulging belly, and braved the halls.

With each step, a wealth of cum sloshed in both the basin and his stomach. At first Jean worried who might see him. But before long, he realized he was too exhausted to care. ‘I’ve already fucked in front of a Bodrian prince, would getting caught now even register as shame?’ Jean’s wits were wearing thin, he couldn’t even censor his thoughts. Eventually, he reached the restroom and was at least relieved to find it empty.

The lit room offered Jean a proper view in mirror. Filled with over a gallon of cum, he glanced at his midsection. He could see the bottom of his stomach was bulging out of his nightshirt, almost as though he were several months pregnant. Then with much effort, Jean hoisted the basin up to reach the sink. He held it there, next to his face, for just a moment. The thick aroma of his seed wafted up from the basin. Then, much trepidation, he tilted the vessel back, rather than forward. He should have been pouring it out, but he needed just one more taste. As the basin slowly titled towards him, the lake of cum inched towards Jean’s eager lips. Finally, he got his taste. He closed his eyes to savored flavor, ‘divine.’

But one taste wasn’t enough. Without a second thought, Jean tilted the basin further back and began to chug. He had never been so full, but that wasn’t enough. Greedily Jean guzzled his cum as quick as could. But even straining his throat, he stood there drinking for more than minute. When his right mind finally returned, Jean opened his eyes, only to see the bare bottom of basin he was holding up. The vessel was empty, and Jean had again downed more than a gallon of cum. In shock he dropped the metal bucket, and it loudly clanged against the ground. Then Jean turned to glance the mirror.

Now his whole stomach bulged out of his night shirt. It was huge, round, and looked as though he was 9 months pregnant with twins. I tried to rub his belly, just to get a feel for the size, but found it hard to wrap his arms around it. His head was spinning at the sight, his whole body was riddled with fear. But also, at the back of his mind, a primal feeling was welling up, Pride. Jean felt his belly, the weight, and the warmth. This was all him, as much as tried to put the thought out of his mind, he couldn’t shake deep inner pride.

Jean walked back to his room, half in a trance. One hand was dragging the wash basin, the other clutching his gargantuan belly. He didn’t even notice his cock knocking his knees as he walked. Finally reaching his bed, he laid on his side. His arms could barely reach around his cum stuffed gut. Both completely drained, and completely filled, he finally fell fast asleep. His dreams were occupied by ancient dragons wrestling with each other.

Jean woke the next morning, yawned, and sat up. It took several minutes before he noticed something strange. His behemoth belly was completely gone. He felt his midsection. It was completely flat and smooth. ‘Was it all a dream?’

Jean popped up and checked under his bed. The wash basin was empty, ‘but how?’ He then stripped his pajamas and looked in the mirror. His waistline was just as petite as the day before. If anything, his core looked a bit tighter and toned. Then his gaze drifted below his waist. His cheeks didn’t just curve, Jean definitely had an ass, thicker thighs to match. ‘It’s probably not as big as Clanne’s’ Jean reassured himself, though the one cheek easily filled his hand. Groping his ass reminded Jean to start his morning treatment.

He tried not to think too much while applying the salve, he had much bigger things to worry about today. He did however stop to measure, once he was fully hard. “19 and half inches” Jean gasped. In less than a week, his cock had more than doubled in length. “Right, all the more reason not to doddle, I need to get the bottom of this.” Jean again opted for the wash basin, depositing over gallon hot cum, then got to dressing himself.

Jean buttoned his shirt, “translating this text is getting me nowhere.” He pulled up his socks, “if I can get a word with Alcryst I should really ask him some questions”. Jean skipped the underwear as he doubted it would still fit him. He pulled his new shorts up to his hulking meat. Again, they seem to magically stretch around him. The fit was snug, and the bulge was even bigger than yesterday, but he was clothed, sans underwear. “Probably the biggest item is discovering where these shorts came from. My benefactor seems to be aware of my situation. They may even know more than me.” Fully dressed, Jean’s meaty bulge was at least the size of his head. But that didn’t matter, he needed answers.

As Jean slid into the hallway, he held is bookbag in front of him, as though it was bolted in place. He kept his eyes down and walked briskly. He could feel his oversized meat swing with each step, and his mighty balls chafed against his inseam. Jean longed for underwear that fit.

It sounded like everyone was at breakfast, so this was his chance to look elsewhere. Jean started with Somniel’s mail room. The room was empty, well lit, and warm. Dark wood inboxes stretched higher than Jean could reach. Thankfully, he had no issue reaching the stationary desk. As Jean’ rifled through the drawers, it was just as he feared. He couldn’t find a match for the matte black cardstock or the scarlet ink. Clearly his benefactor had brought personal stationary to the sky island. Then Jean scanned the inboxes. As his gaze reached higher, he had to squint his eyes harder. Finally, in the top row Jean saw it. Poking out of an inbox was another matte black note. It was much too high for Jean to reach, and groping his bulge, he realized he dare not ask for help in this state. Instead, Jean grabbed the ledger, and looked up the inbox’s owner. Jean skimmed down the list, till his eye’s shot wide open. The note was going to Alcyrst. Jean stormed out of the mail room. The note wasn’t from Alycrst, but prince clearly had answers, and Jean was going to get them.

Breakfast had ended, meaning the prince was likely in his room. Unfortunately, it also meant people were shuffling though the halls. Jean kept his head down, and his bag in front of him, he didn’t even know who he was walking past. He was doing the fastest walk he could muster without drawing suspicion, as Jean had long run out of patience.

Finally reaching Alycrst’s room, Jean saw the door was open and barged in unannounced. Only Jean didn’t find Alcryst, but instead Seadall. The dancer was going through the prince’s bookshelf. Hearing the intrusion, Seadall looked back at the breathless Jean, and bore an expression of restrained shock. Panting, Jean started “Where’s… Prince Alycrst?”

Seadall smiled softly, “Oh, he’s away on royal business today.”

As Jean caught his breath, his sight sharpened. Seadall always cut an elegant figure. His posture was arched, his skin looked smooth and soft, and Jean could smell the dancer’s perfume. His bare belly was perfectly toned. For some reason Jean wanted to reach out grab the dancer by his snatched waist, but Jean came to senses. He had no time for distraction. “What are you doing in his room?” Jean’s eyes narrowed.

“I was…” Seadall paused, “just returning a book the prince had lent me. You know… I could ask you the same question.”

Jean realized how things looked, and decided it was best to play things straight. “I need help finding who sent me a note.”

Seadall beamed, “Oh what serendipity. The hands of fate have brought you here, so that I might lend my divination.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed again “Really?” Jean was about to explain scientific inconsistency in astrology when Seadall interrupted him.

“Yes, yes, yes. Hand it here. I can tell by your aura that you have note on you.”

Caught off guard, Jean removed the note from his book bag. Seadall quickly grabbed it and gazed intently. Slowly he mouthed the words ‘For the growing hero, may this aid in carrying your heavy burden’. Seadall then sniffed the note and paused, “I feel a general direction, but to uncover the truth, I will need to see the benefactor’s gift.”

‘How does he know there was a gift’ Jean thought. “Th-that’s a personal matter” Jean then stammered.

“All the more reason I need to see it. If the gift is personal, then my divination will be infallible” Seadall explained.

“Fine,” Jean sighed. Despite his scientific skepticism, he was fully bought in at this point. Jean closed the prince’s door, so no one in the hallway could see the proceedings. Jean then turned back to face Seadall and dropped his book bag. Candidly Jean revealed the mammoth bulge. His round package was larger than any melon in the dining hall. The stretchy fabric left nothing to the imagination. Without underwear, the hallway jog had left meaty mound dripping with sweat. Seadall almost appeared caught in daze by the sight. “It’s the shorts,” Jean interjected, “the shorts are the gift.”

Regaining his composure, Seadall kept beaming. With a side smile he said, “Yes, I can tell. They radiate with a strong aura.” The smell of Jean’s cock sweat was beginning to overwhelm the dancer’s perfume. Seadall then slowly approached Jean and got on his knees.

“Wh-what are you doing!?” Jean stammered.

“Divination” Seadall whispered, “shh, please stay still.”

Jean’s face went bright red, and the dancer placed one elegant hand on Jean’s sweaty, meaty shorts. Slowly Seadall caressed the ridiculous package of overgrown cock and balls. Then he pressed his head against Jeans thigh, putting him eyelevel with the bulge. Jean realized his mound of meat was bigger than dancer’s head. Jean bit his lower lip in a mix of excitement and embarrassment. With his free hand, Seadall caressed Jean’s perky rear, before cupping one of his cheeks.

At this point Jean was sweating bullets. Seadall’s gaze stayed locked on the package, as he began to gently rub his face against the bulge. His soft lips dragged against warm fabric, and grew wet from Jean’s sweat. Jean could also feel the hand on his ass beginning to inch between his cheeks. Slowly a primal thought began to bubble up inside him. Jean’s eyes went dark and his hands began to move on their own. ‘Swallow my cock you slut!’ Jean thought to himself, ‘Choke on my fuckmeat till you reach the hilt!’

Jeans hands were about to grab Seadall by his hair when dancer looked up and grinned. This broke Jean out of his trance. “The divination is complete,” Seadall beamed.

“What really!?” Jean answered back, still half lost in the moment.

Seadall got to his feet and stood over Jean with a confident pose. “Your benefactor is none other than the Elusian Princess Ivy”

Jean was gob smacked, “But how could you know that?”

“Well as a dancer that frequents the Solm bazaar, I’m well acquainted with most textiles and embroideries. Those shorts are none other than royal Elusian stitch work. Furthermore, I can confirm the note is not in Hortensia’s handwriting, leaving Ivy as the only suspect.”

‘That’s hardly divination,’ Jean thought, ‘though I have a lot more faith in deductions, so perhaps I should be thankful.’ Jean let out a sigh and graciously thanked Seadall. Some part of Jean desperately wanted to continue where they left off. But Jean stuffed down those emotions and parted from the dancer. He knew he couldn’t afford another distraction, because now he needed to plumb the Princess for answers.

Jean made his way down the hall with conviction in his step. While his bookbag was having trouble concealing his bulge, he was too determined to notice. However, the closer he got to the woman’s quarters, the more his pace slowed.

‘Am I really going to confront her?’ Jean began to worry ‘I heard so many horror stories before coming to The Somniel… but Alear seems to trust her’ a knot was beginning to form in his stomach ‘though even if she’s our ally, I’ve seen how ruthless she is on the battlefield… what if she captures me, or tortures me’ Before he knew it, he had reached Ivy’s room. He was facing her closed door, and he froze. ‘You can do this. It doesn't matter what she wants, you NEED answers.’ Finally, Jean summed up the courage to knock, but before his fist could reach the hardwood, the door swung open. There was no one on the other side, it was as if it were opened by magic. “Sorceress” Jean muttered under his breath. The room was dark, and visible incense poured into the hall. But Jean had come too far, so he breached the threshold.

As Jean entered Ivy’s room, the door closed behind him. His eye quickly adjusted to a dim red light. “Took you long enough” a voice cooed.

Jean’s gaze darted towards the bed. A figure lay concealed in deeper shadow, but Jean could make out the unmistakable glint of Ivy’s magenta eyes. Jean took a few deep breaths to puff up his chest and adopted his most authoritative tone. “I’m here for answers Princess Ivy!”

“Bold of you to make demands in such a compromising situation” She hummed.

Before Jean knew it, he felt a hand on his shoulder and cold steel against his throat. ‘I’m dead!’ he thought.

Zelkov had grabbed him from behind. The assassin spoke in Jean’s ear “The Princess has given you a gift. It would be gracious of you to show her highness how it fits”

“Indeed” Ivy answered back, “show me Herbalist.”

Wracked with fear, Jean tried his best not to gulp against the knife. Zelkov shuffled Jean towards the foot of the bed, while Ivy drew forward to meet them. As she made her way into the dim light, Jean could finally see her attire. She was wearing only a deep purple negligee. ‘By the Emblems!’ Jean thought. The thin fabric was nearly transparent. Here supple pale skin glistened in red light. The nightgown clung to her every curve. Her large breasts hung heavy and swayed slowly as she moved. ‘They look even bigger out of the dress!’ Jean could even make out her perfect pink nipples through the gown. She was like a perfect statue carved from milky marble.

Finally, she was eye to eye with Jean, inches from his face as she leaned over the edge of her bed. Despite Zelkov’s best efforts to hold him still, Jean was visibly trembling. “Show me,” she reiterated.

Jean’s heart was racing. Between the assassin and the princess, Jean felt stuck in time. Eventually, he realized he was still clutching his book bag in front of him, concealing the shorts. With a knife at his throat, he was in no place to object. Reluctantly he shifted the bag to his side, revealing his obscene meaty bulge. To Jean’s surprise, it had grown larger and was visibly stirring with excitement.

Without breaking eye contact, Ivy reached down and grabbed his package. She firmly squeezed one of his massive balls. Jean wanted to squirm, but the knife told him otherwise. She then hefted the meaty package a few times as if weighing it. “The fabric seems to be holding up” She remarked. Ivy then dragged a finger along the inseam between his balls, and Jean whimpered. “The stitching is holding strong too” She added. “Good I can tell the tailor that their work was sufficient.”

Ivy let out a knowing grin, and knife backed off from Jean throat by an inch. “So, you have questions dear herbalist?” she said in a playful tone.

Jean finally gulped and tried to catch his breath. “Y-yes… y-you know… about my situation?” he stammered.

“I’ve been watching intently” Ivy replied.

“and… you know… about… my size…”

“it’s one of your most your most apparent features” she mused.

“and you know about… the lotion”

“Yes” she nodded with a devilish grin.

“Then why isn’t it working!” Jean burst out.

“Oh?” Ivy was clearly perplexed.

“The lotion, it worked great when I started, but now it’s doing nothing to help me!” even with a knife at his neck, Jean was clearly most frustrated by his growing manhood.

“Ah, how greedy” Ivy sighed “perhaps I can help with that. But you’ll need to do me a favor in return”

“Anything!” Jean replied without hesitation.

“Show me” Ivy replied. The blade now returned to Jean’s throat, and Zelkov’s grip grew firm. Jean’s face shifted from puzzlement to terror. “The lotion” Ivy continued “in action.”

Jean’s mind raced, but he tried to steady his breathing. He looked down to find his bulge had slowly been growing during the entire conversation. His package was now much bigger than his head and visibly throbbing. With trembling hands, Jean reached for his waistband. He undid the button fly and pealed back the snorts. A mammoth trunk of meat burst forth. He was only half hard, but at 15 inches, his freakish cock hung past his knees. Behind it, his bull balls were already the size of cantaloupes. “Holy fuck,” Jean whispered. Ivy bit her lower lip.

With much trepidation, Jean reached into his bag and withdrew a jar of lotion. Ivy clutched her bedsheet in anticipation. Head hung low, Jean took a glob of lotion in each hand and began to lather his cock and balls. Jean hissed with ecstasy, as the effect was immediate. His already enormous cock grew thicker, longer, and harder. ‘How am I doing this in front for Ivy of all people?’ The shaft slowly bent upward, the tip dragging against the bedframe, while his balls had each swelled fatter than melons. Jean whimpered and Ivy was now chewing the bed sheet with visible excitement. Jean finally looked up, but before he could make eye contact, he felt a jab at his backside. Zelkov had grabbed a glob of lotion and was now massaging Jean’s prostate. Jean gasped. Deep down he wanted Zelkov to keep going, so he arched his spine and pushed his hips backwards. “Deeper” Jean whispered. After only a couple minutes Jean was covered in sweat, but fully erect. His cock was gnarled with pulsing veins and reached just past his eyeline.

“Finally,” Ivy exclaimed “a wyvern cock.” She reached out to stroke the meaty monolith. To been seen in such a state, let alone touched, Jean’s whimpers turned to wanting moans. Ivy’s lips dragged the length of his cock before kissing the tip. Jean nearly collapsed in terror and ecstasy. “Now fuck me” she added.

This snap Jean out of the moment. “What!?” he blurted.

“Did I stutter?” Ivy replied, “if you want my help, you need to fuck me” the knife pressed into Jean’s throat, and Zelkov’s face pulled forward to make eye contact with Jean. Without a word, Jean nodded.

Ivy repositioned so her legs hung over the bed. Jean could finally see that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was sopping while he was sweating bullets. Jean let lose the grip he had on his hulking meat, and it fell on the bed with a thud. It lay next to Ivy’s lap, and he could tell it was nearly as thick as one of her shapely thighs “how the fuck…” Jean whispered to himself.

Ivy patted the beast and cooed “I put up with so much detritus around here” she began to finger herself “but now I finally I have a proper stud at my disposal” She then nodded at Zelkov, “You can release him”

“Your highness?” Zelkov protested.

“The stud can’t well thrust with a knife at his throat” Ivy rebutted, “and it’s not like he can flee in state” she grinned at Jean.

“Very well” Zelkov released his grasp on Jean. “Do not disappoint her.”

Jean hunched forward and took a deep breath. He could move freely, but Ivy was right. ‘There’s nowhere to run, not like this’ Jean thought glancing at his absurd cock. Every part of his brain was telling Jean he needed to run and get far-far away. But there was a small piece of him, at the base of his spine telling him he wanted this, and then a huge piece of him, hanging from his crotch, that needed it. His brain was no help, so Jean decided to listen to his body.

Jean stepped back and repositioned his cock, so it lined up with Ivy. Then, closing his eyes, he began to thrust. Ivy’s pussy was warm and wet, and somehow it welcomed him despite his freakish size.

“Ohh!” Ivy squealed as the first inch jammed in.

Jean’s eyes shot open, and he stopped. “Shhhhh!” he glared.

“But *gasp,  how *gasp, can I keep quiet, When You’re Just So Big!” Ivy annunciated

“What if someone’s listening?” Jean quietly pleaded.

“Oh JJJJJ… just like that!” Ivy was clearly toying with him, “Please thrust me Deep! Don’t make me call your Name!” Ivy looked back and tried to hold a knowing grin between her gasps of pleasure.

Jean gritted his teeth and continued his slow thrust. As he inched deep her gasps turned to moans. Jean was just happy she had gotten less descriptive. Then when he reached some 10 inches deep, she began to hiss and huff. Jean stopped, fearing he had broken her. But as if he had sprung a trap, Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in. Jeans cannonballs slammed against the bedframe, and in one brutal thrust, his cock was hilted some 20 inches deep.

Jean grabbed Ivy’s waist to regain his balance. He was gob smacked by the sight. Her stomach tented around his monstrous cock. Tears rolled down her face. “Just… Like that… Jean” she whispered finally saying his name “Now churn my insides and thrust.”

In and out, Jean slowly thrusted. By the third stroke, he was falling into a tempo. With each swing, Ivy’s body was like a billow accepting his cock. Then as he reached the depths of her cavern, she whispered “Thunder”

A literal storm erupted in her pussy, and actual lighting shot through Jean’s body. He gagged and coughed, and nearly fell back. But Ivy’s legs around his waist kept Jean upright. A cracking sound could be heard between the two of them, and Jean could feel what was happening. With a lurch his cock grew fatter, and his balls grew heavier. Jean stood panting drowning in sweat and paused.

“Keep…. Going!” Ivy demanded. So Jean continued thrusting.

“Elthunder” she whispered. Now the shock was double. Again, Jean’s cock and balls lurched bigger, and this time his brain grew foggy. Drool ran down his chin, but Jean kept thrusting.

“Thoron” she whispered. This time Jean’s whole body seized up. He hunched forward and froze as his cock visibly grew in Ivy’s abdomen. “Are… you… ok?” Ivy asked panting.

Jean looked back but gave no answer. His eyes had gone dark, his mind had left the building. Wordlessly Jean reached the apex of his thrust, and with supernatural strength he plowed. His pace was feral as his hips crashed into Ivy, over and over and over again. A loud clap rang each time he reached Ivy’s fat pale cheeks. And a louder slap was heard each time Jean’s gargantuan cum tanks crashed into the bed frame. It sounded painful but Jean was not phased. The bed, however, shook with each thrust. And Ivy bounced an inch off the bed with each crash. Her heavy tits popped form her nightgown, flopping every which way. Her eye’s welled with tears, her mouth stuck in a maniacal grin, and she seethed with cries of ecstasy. Ivy was more than a foot taller than Jean, but now her whole body was little more than a fuck-sleeve for a cock that stretched nearly 2 feet in length. And she couldn’t be happier.

Jean on the hand was still absent, wordless, and feral. The bedframe was breaking, and the carpet pooled with sweat. Jean bucked from Ivy’s legs, so he pulled back 20 inches for final thrust. He paused at the top for just a moment. His goliath cock was marinated in pussy juice and glistened the dim red light. It hung there just long enough for Ivy to admire his obscene length. Then in one swift thrust Jean came crashing down. He insured Ivy felt every inch of his monster cock, hilting his shaft deep in pussy. Finally, Jean fell forward, hugging her cock bulged abdomen. His lips hunted for her chest until they found Ivy’s left tit. With nipple in sight, he bit, and sucked, and chewed. Ivy could tell the moment had come, and Jean’s shaft welled even thicker. With little more than a whimper from Jean, the first load hit Ivy. Rocketing from Jean’s cock, it was like a bucket of magma was dumped Ivy’s womb. She had never been so full. Then a second load, just as big as the as the first. Her stomach bulged even further, as Jean’s cock was now swimming in cum. Finally, the third impact wasn’t a load but a geyser. A river of molten hot seed was flowing into Ivy. Even Jean was weeping at this point, as he was now little more than a cum faucet. Even Jean’s feral self couldn’t control this part. All the two could do was wait and watch as Ivy was pumped full.

Finally with the last drop of cum drained, Jean fell back off the bed. After a few moments he regained his senses and saw Ivy smiling as she looked down at him. He let out a few girlish coughs.

“You did so well” Ivy beamed. “Just look how much bigger you’ve gotten!”

“What!?” Jean looked down. He was completely soft, but his cock was still fatter than this morning and reached 15.5 inches long. His balls spread his legs wide and nearly reached his knees. “What do you mean bigger!? Who in their right mind would want to make this bigger!” Jean indignantly gestured at his massive pile of meat.

“Well,” Ivy playfully put her finger on her lower lip “I can think of one person”

“Really!? You think this is fun!? Why would anyone see this bitch breaker and want to make it Bigger!?” Jean had no idea where he was finding these words, but now he was shouting them, “You think I like dragging around this stallion grade fuckmeat! You think I want these cum tanks to eclipse my body!?”

“I’d say you’re a bit bigger than a stallion now” Ivy teased.

“Oh, I’ll show you big!” Jean barked back. Ivy bit her lower lip as she knew what was coming. “I’ll give you sooo much cock” Jean pulled the lotion from his bag and took a big glob in each hand. He furiously massaged it into his cock and balls. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be ruined for everything else.” Then he dipped two fingers into the salve and plunged them into the tip of cock. Jean hissed at the sensation. “You’re going to beg for this monster meat.” Jeans cock was now fully erect. He could see the effects of the electrotherapy as his shaft stood a ridiculous 24 inches in length. Huffing he finished “and every time you beg, I’m going to give this to you.” Jean slapped is cock for emphasis.

“Is that so?” Ivy mused, “then please Jean, I’m begging you” she chuckled and leaned in to inspect his meat.

“That’s right bitch, and I’m going to start by Fucking your Throat!” Jean grabbed Ivy by the back of her head and jammed her mouth over his cock. “I’m going to drill the feeling of this shaft into your esophagus.” he threatened as he dragged down the length of his meat. “And fuck you right to your gullet.” he exclaimed as he reached the hilt.

Jean looked back and saw Zelkov grinning. “Oh, you like this? You like seeing your princess get plowed by a real cock for once” Jean swung his hips back and his monster balls came into view. Each was bigger than his head, and churning with cum. “Then sit tight bitch, I’m gonna destroy her” Jean then thrusted his hips forward, sending his nuts swinging like wrecking balls. They crashed into Ivy’s fat tits and her whole body bounced. And with that Jean found his tempo. Back and forth Jean fucked Ivy’s throat, pulling her hair the whole time.

Tears welled up in Ivy’s eyes and Jean got to questioning. “Why the fuck does my dick keep getting bigger!” he shouted, “How do you know about the lotion” he paused for a thrust “and why did it stop working?” Jean paused for another thrust, “And Why!” thrust “Didn’t you!” thrust “Give me underwear to go with the shorts!”

Ivy had no hope of talking as precum dribbled form her corked lips, so the questions were futile. She did, however, manage to murmur ‘Thoron’ in distress. A wave of lightning shot through Jean. His body seized up, while his balls began to empty. He stood their wordlessly as he drained another gallon of cum into Ivy, her abdomen now fully distended. Finally, when the last drop drained, Jean fell back and passed out.

Jean woke in his bed, next to a small pile of clothes with a note, written on black station in scarlet ink ‘Sufficient pay, or excellent service’ signed with a kiss.