Another commission! This was for my good friend @roman-golden-68. It's a bit shorter than my last one, but I experimented with some things I hadn't before, so I definitely wanted to share it.
BDE: The Big get Bigger
You knew it was a strange thing to complain about, but there were days you wish you didn’t have such a damned big dick. You felt silly even thinking about it to be honest. Most guys would be thrilled to have a 10 inch cock as thick as a can of beer, would probably brag about how they were so big and could drive girls crazy or something. But, you were never like most guys. If most people were asked to describe you, they’d probably say you were passionately liberal, flamingly gay, and possibly one of the most comfortable and proud homosexual men they’d ever met. You couldn’t deny any of that, nor would you ever want to. You were a proud liberal activist, you were happily, openly, stereotypically gay, and you took pride in doing everything to distance yourself from the toxic masculinity you saw in almost every other man. Everything people said about you was right, and you wore their labels as badges of pride. You were an openly gay bottom who welcomed insults and slurs with pride, which is why everyone was absolutely shocked when they saw you had a 10 inch rocket in your pants. You were so sick of it, of the guys you slept with seeing your size and asking why you weren’t a top, of random people in the locker room accidentally getting a peak and being confused as to how a ‘twink bitch’ like you was larger than them down there. You were so tired of people commenting that you didn’t ‘act like you had a huge dick’, as if that idea made any sense. ‘Big dick energy’ or whatever people called it, was a myth, and you were living proof.
You sighed and adjusted yourself slightly as you tried to focus on the essay before you. That was another thing you hated about having a big cock. It was hard to ignore, both because it was so big and because it gave you a huge, distracting libido, one that was currently getting in the way of you writing the last paper you need for your poli-sci major. It had been 4 hard, long – goddamn it you were distracting yourself again – years, and you were finally going to graduate and go on to do something great, just like you had always planned. You just had to ace this paper and pass this class so that you could graduate. It was that easy. Except it wasn’t. You couldn’t really explain why, and you couldn’t figure out what was causing it, but right now you felt hornier than you had ever felt your entire goddamned life. It was like every tiny moment, every brush of air against your body, sent a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. You bit your lip as you tried to ignore the strange sensitivity, and continued to try and write. You typed out a sentence, only to delete it a moment later, and type out an almost identical sentence right after. God, what was wrong with you? You were never like this, never the kind of guy to get carried away or distracted by lust. You sighed, and closed your laptop. As embarrassing as it was, you knew what you needed. You needed to get fucked.
You got up and began to scroll through your phone as you walked from the small kitchen of your dismal apartment and into your bedroom. You weren’t exactly a ‘player’ or anything, especially since you had been very busy with college, but you did have a few hookups that you knew were usually down to have a bit of fun. You scrolled through your phone's contacts, and felt your cock jolt with need as your eyes landed on a specific person's number. But… that didn’t make any sense. You had been looking for one of your old fuck-buddies – you’d usually say ‘friends with benefits’ but for some reason that felt too… clean right now – but for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off of the picture of one of your best friends, Valentina. Valentina was one of your oldest friends, a sweet, admittedly naive latina whose only flaw was her own poor taste in men. Whenever you looked at Val’s picture in your phone, you saw years of friendships, of long nights talking about boys, of bingeing whatever drag reality show you were both into at the moment, and of a connection that had lasted the test of time. But not this time. This time, as you stared at the picture of Valentina in your contacts, all you could see was her fat fucking tits.
You blushed deeply and let out a slight moan as you realized what you were doing. You couldn’t quite explain it, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her tits, her deep cleavage and the curve of her breast making you almost drool as your cock snaked its way down your pants. You had never had any sort of attraction to girls before, but for some reason you couldn’t help the need welling up inside you. You had been almost stereotypically gay your entire life, yet as you looked at your best friend, you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining what it would feel like to fuck her wet, sopping pussy. You felt a shiver of both disgust and pleasure go down your spine as you pictured it in your mind, pictured her splayed out on your bed, eyes half lidded with lust, her tits in your face as you motorboated her, and the wanton moans escaping her lips as you roughly fucked her needy cunt. What the fuck was wrong with you? Valentina was your best friend, you were very much gay, and now you were imagining yourself having sloppy, rough sex with her? You could feel a strange warmth tingling under your skin, almost like electricity, as you tried to collect yourself. Ok, this had to be some sort of fluke right? People didn’t just suddenly do a sexual 180, did they? But, even if you had suddenly become straight or something, that didn’t explain these strange thoughts about your best friend. You had always been so respectful towards woman, but now you couldn’t help but picture your best friend choking on your thick, manly fucking cock!
You hadn’t realized you were groping yourself until the rising pleasure caused a deep moan to slip through your lips. Fuck why were you acting like this? You were groping yourself well looking at a girl's tits, like some stupid, straight, macho jock. Ay dios mio, what was wrong with you all of a sudden! Despite yourself, you began to strip off your clothing, trying to control the strange heat that covered your entire body. Not that it helped. You felt like your head swimming as the electricity under your skin grew more and more intense, like something was growing inside you, something you knew needed to come out. You took a deep breath, doing your best to focus, trying to remind yourself that this wasn’t who you really were. This had to be some sort of weird stress reaction caused by all your worrying over your final essay. You just had to calm down, and all of this would pass, right? You just had to-
‘BBPPPFFFFFFFFFFT’
You blushed deeply as you let out the loudest, most obnoxiously intense fart you had ever heard. The stench seemed to fill the room, making you almost gag as it reached your nose. The intense stink seemed to throw you into a daze as it invaded your nose, and for some reason it felt kind of… good. It was like the stench was forcing its way up your nose, through your head and to your brain, filling your head with a numb, dumb pleasure. You felt your cock grow even harder as another loud, wet fart escaped from your ass, and felt a dull, dumb laugh flow from your lips like water.
“Eso huele fatal, huhuhu.” You said, groping your cock once again. A part of you questioned why you were suddenly speaking Spanish, but that voice was rapidly being drowned in a warm, calm, dull heat that was filling your whole body. Even as you continued to fart, filling the room with your own dumb, musky stink, the strange energy didn’t seem to go away, continuing to fill up your body more and more, like a strange, tingly pressure that began to feel like it was pressing against your skin from the inside. You felt the strange warmth concentrate in your chest, and felt as, to your shock, your chest began to almost magically expand, your scrawny chest transforming into a pair of thick, meaty pecs. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, the energy spread, traveling down your shoulders and arms like lightning, your shoulders becoming more muscular and pushing out, spreading your chest out even more as they do, and your arms packing on strength as your biceps become powerful, baseball sized balls of muscle. You flexed your arms experimentally, shocked by their size and the sheer eclectic power you felt in your muscles, as the energy traveled down, through your abs, leaving behind a 6 pack of shredded abs in its wake as it shot downwards, straight to your cock. Though you could feel the electricity continue to travel down your legs, leaving you with muscular thighs and powerful calves, but you didn’t pay attention to that. You were too distracted by the electricity gathering in your hard cock, every crackle under your skin sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. You knew you should resist, but you just couldn’t anymore. You grabbed your cock with your now larger, tanned hands, and began to jerk yourself off furiously. You could feel the pressure grow in your balls as your already huge cock seemed to grow even larger than usual, going from your regular 10 inches into a monstrous 14 inch long beast, one that had become as thick as a bottle of wine. You could feel your balls grow too, going from the reasonable sized balls you ha had to almost being orange sized orbs of virility. As you moaned and groaned, you heard your voice deepen, gaining a deep, seductive yet gruff quality to it as you do.
“¡Se siente tan bien!” You said with a dumb chuckle, even your thoughts now mostly Spanish. You panted like a dog as you felt a warm tingle come through your skin, starting in your toes and rising up your body, leaving warm brown skin and a slight smattering of dark hair across muscular physique, until it reached your face, you jawline thickening as the change reached your face, becoming almost cartoonishly square and masculine, and your light hair darkened into a strikingly dark black. With a guttural moan, and a deafening fart, you finally came, your giant cock spurting ropes of cum across the room. Your mind felt like it was on fire as the old you, the lame, liberal, gay geek was burnt away, the masculine energy that had been growing inside you over the years, becoming more intense with every refusal of your masculine side, released in an explosion, leaving an aggressively heterosexual Latino stud in its wake. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, cum rocketing out of your cock as your brain was completely rewired, but by the time you had finished, your cum had created a large puddle on the floor that took up almost half of your small bedroom. You felt a cocky smirk come over you as you saw the bucketloads of cum on the floor. Fuck that felt muy bien.
You knew you probably should have done that in the bathroom so you could aim the massive cumshot as the bathtub, or gone out and picked up some freaky latina puta who you could have licked up your latin seed, but you weren’t in the mood for doing what you were ‘supposed’ to do. Not anymore. You picked up the old, now ill fitting clothing on your bed and wiped what remained of your load off your abs as you swaggered over to your closet. You opened it up and snarled. Why was your closet filled with all this small, rainbow colored crap? You remembered who you used to be, but a part of you still couldn’t believe how much of a pathetic libcuck fag you used to be. You wouldn’t have been able to fit in these clothing if you tried, and you wouldn’t be caught dead with wearing something so fucking lame anyways. Luckily, there was a pair of old, worn out shorts that were big enough for you, and some oversized flip flops a friend of yours had left there, and that was all you fucking needed. You already loved the idea of going shirtless, and the sound of your fat cock slapping against your muscular thigh as you strut around made you feel so damned powerful, you had no problem with freeballing. You pulled on the worn out shorts, slipped on your flip flops, grabbed a baseball cap – just because you knew you looked hot as fuck in it – grabbed your phone and swaggered out. Jerking off had taken the edge off, but like fuck were you going to sit down and do that stupid essay. Poli-sci was a estúpido major, and all the liberal nonsense they had shoved into your old selfs brain for the last 4 years now sounded fucking disgusting to you. You had more important things to do than goddamn poli-sci, shit you had better things to do than goddamned college! Why getting a degree had ever seemed like a good idea to you, you couldn’t figure out. Sure, the sororities and the college girls were muy guapa, but a guy like you should be working at a construction site or something, where you can put your muscles to real use and spend time with real fucking dudes and not whiney ass college geeks. Life wasn’t about learning or some shit, not as far as you were concerned. Life was about working out, showing off, and fucking as much pussy as possible. You smirked a little and groped your huge bulge as you realized you were half hard again already. Fuck your new cock really was an upgrade. You took out your phone and immediately scrolled to a familiar contact. Valentina. God how did you never notice how sexy she was before? How did you ever want to do anything put fuck this muñeca preciosa into the ground and make her worship you. You quickly put in her number, and grinned cockily as you heard her pick up.
“Hey bestie! How are you doing?” Valentina said from the other side, her voice as bubbly and vapid as always.
“Where you at?” You said, your voice a deep, dominant growl. You hadn’t realized it before, but you actually couldn’t remember a ton of English. Eh, who needed that estúpido language anyways?
“I’m at my apartment. Sweetie, are you ok? You sound like you have a cold or something…” Val said innocently. Her voice stirred something inside of you, and the thought of making this latina bimbo yours way too much to resist.
“Quédate donde estás. Voy para allá.” You said, already starting to head over to Valentina's apartment, walking like a man on a mission. You hung up before she could respond and swaggered through campus, chest puffed out and your entire, muscular, mexican body on display, flexing and showing off for anyone who happened to come by. You nodded to some frat boys who were playing football nearby and flexed for a group of pretty, popular girls, but kept walking. You weren’t going to let yourself get distracted, not from this. Soon you had made your way to Val’s apartment, opening the door up with the spare key she had trusted you with, and stormed in. Val looked over from what she was doing in shock, confused why this Mexican sex god had just broken into her apartment.
“Hey!” She yelled, jumping up from her seat with a dumbfounded look on her face “What are you-”
Before she could finish her sentence you grabbed her by her neck, choking her just slightly before pulling her into a rough, dominant kiss. Val resisted for a moment, before melting into the kiss with a needy, slutty moan. You chuckled slightly into the kiss as your other hand went to squeeze her ass, pulling her closer against your hard cock that was growing in your shorts. You knew you’d manage to get Valentina to submit to you without even trying. You were a goddamn macho mexican muscle man, and you knew from your old life that dominant, beefy latin men were exactly Val’s type. You had actually used to warn her how her habit of putting looks and sex appeal over personality was ‘just looking for trouble.’ Muy irónico. You take your hand off of her neck, only to reach down and rip both her bra and top off her body, leaving her massive latina titties exposed to the air. You smirked and began to motorboat the bitch, burying your face in her sensitive tits as she moaned loudly. God, how had you ever thought you were into guys when pussy and tits were just so fucking hot?
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You laid in the bed, an exhausted, yet confident grin on your face as you basked in the afterglow. Valentina was currently laying next to you, her head resting against your pecs, a fuck drunk smile on her face as she gently carrassed your manly muscles. You two had spent the last 3 hours having quite a bit of fun, and had finally tired yourself out.
“Eras asombroso mi amor” Valentina said with a vapid giggle, your smirk growing even cockier as she did. Fuck, this is why you kept coming back to her. Sure you would fuck other sluts on the side, of course, but there was a reason Valentina was your main girl.
Your eyes widened slightly as you realized what you had just thought. Or rather, what you had just remembered. The memories weren’t entirely clear, but you could remember being this Mexican stud, being… Diego Gutierrez. That was your name, the name of a Mexican goddamned stud. You had been raised in a small town close to the border, and well you had moved to America with your Mama when you were about 12, you had never really bothered to properly learn english. You weren’t one for talking much anyways. Words were fucking stupid, and if you were being honest, so were you. You were as dumb as a bag of rocks, but it had never really bothered you. Being smart was for geeks, and you were a proud, machismo loving man, one who had always towered over those around you, even at an early age. In high school you had gotten into wrestling, where you had dominated effortlessly. You actually had a wrestling scholarship to the college that Valentina was about to graduate from, but had dropped out after one semester where you basically never went to class. Since then you had been working in a local construction crew, and spent your days working out, fucking Valentina, or cruising for other pussy in your obnoxiously loud, showy pickup truck that you had sunk most of your paycheck into. You reached over to Valentina, and casually groped one of her tits, getting a shocked little gasp and laugh from her. “¡Pervertido!” She said with a little giggle. You flashed her a charming and a rakish wink as you got out of bed and started to get dressed. You were a mexican, macho stud, with a fucking awesome car, a hot muñeca for a girlfriend, a job you loved, and a huge cock that everyone couldn’t help but notice. Muy bien~.