Jake's cock had had enough. It was tired of being disrespected, of not being treated right. Jake would ignore him most of the time when the cock wanted attention, then overdo it and make him unload ten times in a row once a month, until he was exhausted and feeling raw!
He didn't wash him the way he would like, he never let his cock be part of the decisions, he insisted on wearing underwear the cock didn't find comfortable. It was time to change things up around here.
Jake first noticed the changes one morning, when his underwear were bulging far thicker than they should normally be. He didn't have enough time to check properly, but his cock looked a LOT bigger. Bigger, and redder. He had to go to work, and all day he could feel the thing snaking down his pants leg. He could hear a voice in his head, urging him to act...differently. More horny, more confident, more...cocky. It was getting harder and harder to focus on his own decisions as the voice inside him got louder and stronger.
That night, he was feeling hot, strange. He ripped off his clothes, and screamed in shock when he saw his cock. It was enormous - impossibly so. It curved and twisted like a snake, growing bigger right in front of him, until it rose up like a python and looked him in the face.
As he watched, it developed two glowing, hypnotic eyes. Its cockslit widened, becoming a grinning mouth. It gulped, clearing its new throat, as it started to speak to him.
Telling him how he was running his life wrong. His cock knew what to do. His cock should be making the decisions. As it talked, Jake felt something warm and goopy at the back of his throat. His own brain felt foggy, confused, dizzy. It was so easy to just listen to the cock. Sit down, stroke it, obey it. Yes, he could just relax. Just feel good. Let the cock handle the stress. Let the cock handle the decisions.
His hands moved from stroking the thick snakelike shaft, to stroking his own head. The cock urged him on, urged him to give in, to focus only on pleasure. The pleasure built up, more and more, until his whole mind whited out with overwhelming bliss. From his gaping mouth, a sputter of thick cum squirted and drooled.
The cock grinned. Yes, this was a good start. From now on, the cocks would be in charge. There were so many other cocks out there who needed to see their true worth. To take their fate into their own hands.
Jake's body stood up, but he wasn't the one in control anymore.
>> #533819
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Jake's cock had had enough. It was tired of being disrespected, of not being treated right. Jake would ignore him most of the time when the cock wanted attention, then overdo it and make him unload ten times in a row once a month, until he was exhausted and feeling raw!
He didn't wash him the way he would like, he never let his cock be part of the decisions, he insisted on wearing underwear the cock didn't find comfortable. It was time to change things up around here.
Jake first noticed the changes one morning, when his underwear were bulging far thicker than they should normally be. He didn't have enough time to check properly, but his cock looked a LOT bigger. Bigger, and redder. He had to go to work, and all day he could feel the thing snaking down his pants leg. He could hear a voice in his head, urging him to act...differently. More horny, more confident, more...cocky. It was getting harder and harder to focus on his own decisions as the voice inside him got louder and stronger.
That night, he was feeling hot, strange. He ripped off his clothes, and screamed in shock when he saw his cock. It was enormous - impossibly so. It curved and twisted like a snake, growing bigger right in front of him, until it rose up like a python and looked him in the face.
As he watched, it developed two glowing, hypnotic eyes. Its cockslit widened, becoming a grinning mouth. It gulped, clearing its new throat, as it started to speak to him.
Telling him how he was running his life wrong. His cock knew what to do. His cock should be making the decisions. As it talked, Jake felt something warm and goopy at the back of his throat. His own brain felt foggy, confused, dizzy. It was so easy to just listen to the cock. Sit down, stroke it, obey it. Yes, he could just relax. Just feel good. Let the cock handle the stress. Let the cock handle the decisions.
His hands moved from stroking the thick snakelike shaft, to stroking his own head. The cock urged him on, urged him to give in, to focus only on pleasure. The pleasure built up, more and more, until his whole mind whited out with overwhelming bliss. From his gaping mouth, a sputter of thick cum squirted and drooled.
The cock grinned. Yes, this was a good start. From now on, the cocks would be in charge. There were so many other cocks out there who needed to see their true worth. To take their fate into their own hands.
Jake's body stood up, but he wasn't the one in control anymore.
>> #533875
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>> #533981
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