I rush inside my apartment quickly, face flushed red as the back of my pants soak through with the stallion’s cum. Not once but five times along the way home did another beastman and one orc whistle loudly, saying things like, “Don’t I get a turn” or “Does the little slut have room for seconds?”. This was humiliating. I’m a top. A TOP. I have to get this stuff out of me. I race to the bathroom, peel off my pants and grimace as thick trails of gooey semen connect my jeans to my used ass. I quickly turn on the shower, letting the cold water shock my skin and immediately begin trying to push it all out. Soft smacks echo through the bathroom as chunky globs of his horse cum splatter to the shower floor, but no matter how hard I push I just can’t seem to get it all out. He pumped it so deep into my guts that a fair amount is simply not going to come back out. I huff with anger and fear, knowing that his cum is going to be absorbed into my body whether I liked it or not. Worse yet…the thought gets me rock hard. I stare at my six-inch erection and claw at the tiled wall. I was supposed to walk away from that store with foot long monster of a dick, but instead I walked away with beastman sperm permeating my insides.
I shut the shower off and storm out to find my pants, pulling my phone free and nearly retching as I see large strands of his cum slicked against the side of it. I dial the number for the police and go to hit the call button but freeze. Why am I hesitating? He used me. He tricked me. He forcibly took my virginity. This is a clearcut case for the police who would surely have him arrested by morning. And yet I can’t seem to go through with it. Is it because I don’t want to relive those memories? Is it because I’m afraid he’ll somehow escape justice anyways? I know what the reason is deep down, but can’t bring myself to admit it. But the thought manages to whisper its way to my ears anyways. You liked being his slutty bottom boi. I ball up my fists and I throw the phone down to the ground.
Wanting to focus on doing something rather than stand here and stew in my rage, I pick up the slimy mess that are my jeans and slam them down into the trash before returning to my phone. I need to find a bottom to fuck and fast. Hopefully I can forget the memories of pleasure that stallion brought me with his big, throbbing piece of man meat…so fat and juicy…so…URGH…forget about him! I open up my dating app and find the first bottom I can, messaging him to meet me at my place and receive a speedy response. Soon enough this whole thing will have just been a bad dream. But as I lay back on the couch, still completely naked, a familiar sensation returns. A strange and irritating itch, deep in my throat. But he gave me the antidote. I felt my body return back to normal. I sit up and my eyes go wide when the realization hits me. Once I cum inside you the potion will become permanent…He only gave me that warning before he came in my ass, but not before he loaded up my stomach with his sperm. That bastard made sure one part of my experience would last a lifetime. I claw at my neck in desperation as the itch refuses to go away, but force myself to calm down. Even if he’s made this change permanent all I have to do is ignore it for long enough that it too becomes a distant memory.
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The following weeks are an unending sea of frustration. I’ve hit up almost every contact I have to hookup and almost every single one has ended with disappointment for the both of us. No matter what skilled mouth goes to town on my dick or how appetizing someone’s ass looks, I just can’t stay hard long enough to get anywhere. More than once the thought occurs to have them let me suck them off instead, but I forcefully push those thoughts into the back of my head. I will not give in. I’m a top. I can get past this. The memories of being used like a toy by that stallion are simply too fresh still. I will get past this. The only person I’ve managed to actually cum inside of was a huge rugby jock with a nine inch dick. And the only reason I was able to do so was by fucking him on his back while staring longingly at his fat, meaty package. Even then the sensation of unloading into him seemed to pale in comparison to my experience in that apothecary. And all the while my throat continues to tickle with a need that seems to grow stronger by the day.
Dejected and running out of patience I head out to a gay club that night, not even to find a person to fuck but simply to get drunk and dance the night away. As I wave my hips and arms around on the dance floor my thoughts once again drift back to that stallion. His smug expression. His powerful manhood standing at attention. And then my lips stretching around his fat tool before he forces me down his entire length. I hear someone whistle at me and I look down to see my pants tented outward. I scoff and head to the bar, plopping down in one of the stools before ordering a shot of whiskey. I down the shot in one go, the feeling of liquid running down my esophagus making that itch become even more pronounced. After a few minutes someone sits next to me and his deep voice manages to cut through the crowd’s chatter and the booming music.
“Hey cutie.” I turn my head and see a rather handsome looking gorilla beastman smiling at me. His biceps are nearly twice the size of my thighs and his chest is clearly attempting to tear his shirt in two. I look away almost instantly, but decide I shouldn’t be rude just because of my own frustrations.
“Hey.” He reaches his arm across the table towards me, his fingers getting dangerously close to my own.
“Having a rough night?” I sigh softly and nod which causes him to scoot his stool a little closer to my own. This close I can smell a manly scent radiating off him. Earthy and spicy, as it spirals through the air towards me. I used to hate this scent but ever since that potion, Unending Hunger, it’s become impossibly alluring to me. “Do you want to talk about it lil’ guy?” I instantly shake my head. I haven’t told anyone about what happened in that shop and never intend to. He then takes the initiative and places his hand over my own. Normally I would pull away, but something about him feels kind and attractive in a way I can’t fully explain. “Maybe you just need a bit of fun hmm?” I roll my eyes softly. Of course that’s what he wants. I go to pull my hand away when my eyes drift down to his groin and my breath hitches in my throat. Holy shit. He must be massive. The bulge in his sweatpants looks unreal and contours every part of his cock and balls. The permanent itch in my throat begins to go wild, making it difficult to breathe properly.
“I…Um…I’m usually a top.” I manage to sputter out as my eyes fixate on his package. He chuckles softly and uses his free hand to lift my chin so my gaze returns to his face.
“Then why are you staring at my dick?” His eyes go from soft and caring to sultry and lustful as his hand squeezes onto my own before sliding it across the table and then down underneath it towards that sizable bulge. Pull away from him. Resist this. But I just…can’t. My hand makes contact with his sizable mound and I sigh softly from the heat that radiates through his sweats like a furnace. What must that feel like sliding down my throat? My hand massages his bulge gently, trying to get a better feel for what he’s packing when he pushes my hand away back up onto the table of the bar. “Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes. I’ll give you what you’re after.”
He stands and walks off towards the bathrooms as I sit there, my head swimming with thoughts of him pounding my throat, letting me lap at his balls, and pumping my stomach full of creamy beastman cum. I look back down and see I’m hard as a rock again. Don’t give in. Just get up and leave the club. I stand to my feet and start walking, but not towards the exit. In a daze, I walk towards the bathroom instead.
I enter and wince from the harsh fluorescent lighting. Only one stall is closed and I approach as my legs begin to tremble. I stand in front of the door and take a deep breath. Just this once. Just this one time and then I go back to forgetting this side of me ever existed. I pull the door open and there he is, sitting on the toilet with his sweatpants draped around his ankles. My eyes rise from his feet to the absolute monster between his legs. He’s not quite as long as the horse but has to be twice as thick. Fat veins pulse alongside his shaft and his heavy, low hanging balls look so deliciously full. I enter and lock the door behind us before dropping to my knees in front of him.
“You want a taste cutie? Well it’s all yours.” I lean forward and before I know it, I’m burying my face in his balls, breathing in that otherworldly scent of his. He affectionately slides his fingers across my scalp as my tongue lashes out and starts to lather across his sack. “Be careful. You get too much of my scent on you and the other beastman are gonna sniff it out. They’ll all know what a slut for cock you are.” I’m NOT a slut for cock…This is just some artificial desire that shop owner force upon me. I just can’t help myself. Even if it means the other beastmen in this club will all know. I can’t bring myself to stop. I drag my tongue from his balls up his beer can of a cock to the bulbous tip and wrap my lips around it. Fuck what was I thinking trying to resist this? The salty acrid taste. The spongy feel of flesh on my tongue. It’s just too good to pass up. He grunts and a fresh spurt of his precum fills my cheeks, puffing them out from the sheer volume. I gulp it down and sigh happily as the uncomfortable itch begins to fade again.
I don’t need him to force me down like the shop owner did. I need this just as badly as this beastman in front of me does…probably more so. I dive my head down and groan happily as he starts to breach my throat, stretching me wider than even the stallion had. God does it feel good. I bob my head up and down, taking about half his length as he continues to coat my tongue and throat in his thick precum.
“Fuck you’re good at this.” I feel a certain pride in my ability to bring him satisfaction like this and decide it’s time to show him what I’m really capable of. I grip his thighs tightly and push my head forward as far as I can, swallowing his entire shaft in one gulp. The perfection of how he fits into my body. The way he throbs and pulses with desire. His grunts and sighs of satisfaction. This feels right. Being here between his legs in a dirty bathroom stall. It all feels so right. He then tenderly slides his fingers through my hair before gripping it tightly. He starts to guide my head up and down all while my tongue cups and swirls along his shaft. Another ten minutes of this pass by and suddenly he holds me down into his groin, his thick bush of hair scratching at my nose as he grunts loudly. “Take my load baby!”
I brace myself for what’s to come and without having to wait much longer his cum starts to surge up his dick and down my throat. The heat of his semen, the gooey texture, the sheer force behind it…it feels like I was made for this. And I suppose the potion that the stallion had forced on me has made that true. His cum pools up in my stomach in huge gouts, never slowing for even a moment. Before long it rushes up along his shaft just like it had with the stallion and spills from my mouth back down around his balls and groin. What I would give to make sure every drop stayed inside…wait…no that’s not right. This isn’t who I am. This is who that shop owner made me into being. Even still I swallow as much as I can before his flow of cum slows to a stop. I drag myself off his cock and gasp for air, feeling better than I have in weeks.
Then a horrible realization creeps over me. I’m stuck like this. If I want that itch to be satisfied…if I want to feel any kind of sexual gratification…I’ll need to guzzle down a fat cock and all the cum he can muster. I’m stuck like this. This will be life from now on. The realization is almost too much for me to bear and I stand quickly, leaving the stall with the gorilla and hurrying out of the club as fast as I can.
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Almost a week later I end up ordering a dildo to try out. Memories of how good it felt to be stuffed with horse cock just won’t leave my mind, but I simply refuse to bottom for another person. Maybe if I can just get it out of my system by using a silicon replica I can sate these thoughts that have been plaguing me. The day it arrives I hurry and bring the box inside, quickly unpackaging the equine shaped dildo. I take out the bottle of lube that came with it and rub it into my ass along with lathering it all across the dildo. I position it underneath me and feel a certain elation building up in my chest. So close to feeling that wonderful fullness again. And this time without the absolute sleave attached to it. I try sitting on it, wincing as the flat, flared head struggles to get past my sphincter. Come on…it was so easy when the stallion had done this to me, but of course that was with the help of a potion called Bottom Boi. I continue to struggle, but finally the fat head pops into my hole making me cry out in pain. I instantly stand and pull it out of me, wincing from the stinging sensation. Maybe with some more practice I can finally get it in.
I start to do my research, looking up all the ways I can stretch my hole to accommodate this size, but all of it requires so much work. Other toys to work my way up to this. Different types of lubes to use. Techniques to relax my hole and my insides. It’s all a lot to take in, and midway through researching I realize what I must look like. A desperate bottom boi quite literally training to take dick. The awareness of my situation makes me toss the dildo aside and open my dating app to find another bottom. I’m not this desperate yet.
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Another two months pass by and every sexual encounter is abysmal with the exception of some versatile partners who offer to plug my throat with their cocks. Every attempt with the dildo is a complete waste. My hole is just too tight and unyielding to let anything inside without a fair amount of pain to accompany it. Not to mention the amount of preparation necessary to be “clean” enough for penetration. No matter what I try, nothing reaches the same level of satisfaction I had in that apothecary. One day after attempting to top a cute little cheetah beastman I’ve had enough. As soon as he awkwardly says his goodbyes and leaves my apartment I get myself dressed and start to head back to the apothecary. Unsure of what it is I’m even really after I walk like a man with purpose. Perhaps I’ll simply tell off the stallion for what he’s done to me. Hell…I’m angry enough that I might just punch him in the face. Doubt it would do much but it’s the principle. But deep down inside I know why I’m returning to him. I want to try it again. I can’t go another day without knowing that kind of gratification he brought me. But this time around I’ll make the rules. I’ll be the one in charge…I’m sure of it.
I stroll down the alleyway with reckless abandon and barge through the front door, but as soon as I see that same horse beastman sitting in his chair I hesitate. All sense of purpose seems to blow away with the wind and I open my mouth to speak but the words catch in my throat. He lifts his head and smirks, before standing to his feet and leaning over the small divider.
“I knew you’d be back. You did last longer than I thought though.” I stand tall, not wanting to give him even an inch of wiggle room when it comes to my stance on our situation, but he maintains that same smug smirk of his the whole time. I approach the counter with a little more confidence than I have any right to.
“Let me just make this clear from the start. We play by my rules this time. No more tricks.” I’m undermined slightly by the wavering in my voice. As much as I don’t want to be here…my desire to feel what he forced me to feel months ago is something that I simply can’t forget. He leans forward even further, making me take a step back as he towers above. He doesn’t seem taken aback by my words at all. If anything he seems slightly amused.
“Oh, but you’re in no position to bargain…boi” I wince at the word boi and step closer to him as he lowers his head to eye level with me.
“You want this is as much as I do. And…and…” My sentence trails off as he unzips his pants and lets his fat horse cock flop out onto the counter. My mouth begins to instantaneously water at the sight of it. Over the past few months I’ve sucked off at least five different men, and it’s now gotten to the point that just the sight of a man’s hefty package sets off a visceral response in me. I can’t tear my eyes away from the stallion’s dick, watching it throb and ooze a small trail of precum.
“Your throat must be so empty without this inside of it.” My whole body shudders and I start to walk around the counter towards him. It’s as if my feet have a will of their own. I’m very quickly losing control of the situation, if I had any to begin with that is. Every fiber of my being is telling me to drop to my knees right now but I manage to resist, standing in front of him all while I gaze longingly at his cock. He then reaches down and pulls his shirt off, tossing it to the side. I think he’s just getting more comfortable, but he grabs me behind my neck and pulls me in towards him before lifting and arm and burying my face into his sweaty pit.
I instantly try to pull myself free but the moment that manly musk hits me I settle down. It’s so concentrated and ripe here. I start to breathe in that pungent scent before my tongue slithers out to get a taste. It’s clear his potion Unending Hunger doesn’t solely apply to meaty cocks but any part of a man that produces that overpowering smell of testosterone.
“Yeah, get in their boi. Gonna cover you in my scent. Make sure every beastman knows exactly who you belong to.” Hearing him say this is a sort of wake up call and I wriggle myself free of his grasp, taking a few staggered steps backwards. I pant and huff loudly, trying my best to think straight but my whole brain has gone fuzzy from his musk.
“I…I’m not…yours.” He smiles softly and steps forward, each step making his hefty dick sway from side to side, practically hypnotizing me.
“Oh but you are. You being here tells me everything I need to know.” He cups my chin with his sizable hand and pulls me in close, his lips inches from mine. “You tried topping again, but it just wasn’t the same was it? I’ll bet you even tried to fill your ass again, but without that potion it wasn’t even close to as satisfying.” I gasp softly and shake. How could he know all this? Am I really that transparent? “Face it. You want what only I can give you.” He then pushes forward and kisses me, holding the back of my head and sliding his enormous tongue so deep into my mouth it’s practically reaching into my throat. Given how much of a sleaze this guy is I’m surprised by the tenderness and passion in his kiss. He breaks contact with a soft smack and lets go of me, my brain feeling foggy and unfocused. Just what was I saying before? Oh that’s right…I’m NOT his.
I blush bright red and shake my head in denial. I may want what he can offer, but I belong to nobody…Or I thought I did. Maybe being his boi wouldn’t be so bad. If it means getting that same kind of experience I got the last time every day then what’s so wrong with that? Urgh…because I’m a top. Because he’s a slimy trickster who forced all this on me. I can’t possibly want to be his toy to play with…I can’t possibly…Who am I kidding? Even though he may be reprehensible, trying to deny I want this is a losing battle I’ll never win. But if I do this there’s no going back. With his sweat and musk still plastered to my face I nod slowly.
“Then undress yourself and get on the table…boi.” Seems like a mundane order to be giving, but there’s no telling how far he’ll take my transformation. I slowly pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side on top of his. I then reach down and unzip my pants before shimmying out of them and kicking my shoes off. He grins and points to the counter. I look back to the door, wondering if someone might walk in, but it’s not like anyone did during our first encounter. By the state of this place, he probably doesn’t receive a lot of business. With that small comfort I climb up onto the countertop, resting on my knees, stark naked in front of him. “On your back…lie down.”
I whimper quietly and do as he says, my legs dangling off the end closest to the door and my head hanging off the edge closest to his throbbing manhood. I expect him to immediately start shoving his cock into my open mouth but instead he turns around to begin rummaging through the shelves of the store. He pushes his pants all the way off giving me a good view of his muscular ass. If things had gone differently and he had given me that vial of Gargantuan Growth I wouldn’t have minded filling his ass up. He then pulls out a tiny bottle filled with some kind of bright red potion.
“What is that?” Rather than answer me he grips my face and forces the liquid down my throat. It tastes…spicy…and warm. Very warm actually. I press my hand to my chest and can feel a dull heat that soon begins to spread in every direction. I breathe heavily as it spreads all the way to my toes and then my heart begins to pound as a desperate urge grows within me. What is this feeling?
“I call this one Heat. I’m sure you’re aware that beastmen go into rut or heat once a month. And now you do too. Once a month you’ll go absolutely mad with the need to be filled with cock. More accurately you’ll feel the need to be filled with virile cum. To be fucked and impregnated by big daddy tops like me.” I tremble and squirm on the table as that utter need takes me over. I feel so hot…so…fertile. But he couldn’t possibly get me pregnant right? All this potion does is bring on the desire of being impregnated. I hope…
He then pulls out a familiar looking pink potion. I know what this one does and I fidget in place as he approaches. This combined with this new Heat potion could spell trouble for my already clouded mind, but it’s far too late to turn back now.
“Say, ah.” I hesitate, knowing this will change my life forever. There’ll be no antidote this time. But I can’t go back to the frustration and unsatisfactory sex I’ve been experiencing the past few months. I just can’t. I open my mouth and he snickers before pouring the bubbly fluid in. I gulp it down and wait to feel the effects as he turns back around and rummages through the pockets of his pants before producing his phone. At first I think he’s about to take picture or video of me changing but he simply scrolls through it as my butt begins to feel that familiar pressure. I grunt as it swells outward into two perfect mounds and the hair begins to disappear. When my hole begins to grow moist and that incessant itch arrives I gasp for breath, moaning softly as I writhe on the table.
“Now before we get to the good stuff, lemme make a call.” The two potions in combination are almost too much for my mind to take. Rational thoughts are completely demolished as the singular need to be bred takes over. My mind flashes with fantasies of this stallion flipping me over and ruining me. Fucking me in every position known to man. I hardly even notice he’s saying something to someone on the phone, only able to concentrate on his fat cock. God I need that inside of me. I need to feel it throbbing as it unloads his cum. Sprays my insides with potent sperm. To gulp down his jizz beg for more. He puts down the phone and grins as I lay there shaking.
“Please…I need your cock.” He wags his finger at me and I actually whine in response.
“Daddy…I need your cock, daddy. Now that I’m about to make you my boi, that’s how you ask for it.” Even with how cock hungry I feel right now I resist saying the words back to him. It’s so slutty and degrading to refer to him that way. He seems to notice my resistance and sighs before hoisting up his heavy balls and plopping them across my face. Completely submerged in the velvety skin of his low hangers his musk has nowhere to go but straight into my nostrils and down into my lungs. I huff in that scent and start to lash my tongue across his balls, getting into every fold. The taste of his sweat and skin is simply too much for my hazy mind to bear anymore. I needed him to breed me and I’d do anything to get it.
“Please…I need your cock daddy.” He then drags his balls off my face so I can see him properly.
“Oh but I’m sure my boi being the little size-queen he is doesn’t want this same ol’ dick of mine.” I raise an eyebrow in confusion. What does he mean? I can’t believe I’m actually thinking this but of course I do. He steps backwards and reaches up to a tall shelf before pulling down another concoction of his. This one looks like a light orange color, bubbling violently even inside the bottle it’s in. I start to open my mouth as he approaches, so eager for him to breed me that I don’t even bother asking what this potion will do but when he uncorks it he smirks before downing it himself. Huh?
“Isn’t this what you came into the shop for in the first place? One vial of Gargantuan Growth?” This son of a bitch…he had it sitting there this whole time. He could have just offered it to me at whatever price he wanted and that would have been that. Now I’m lying on my back, squirming with the desire to be fucked silly by him. I gulp and watch with a sense of horror and fascination as his dick immediately begins to swell. He already has a twelve inch cock, how much more could he possibly need? His balls churn with an appalling gurgling sound as they too begin to swell in size. Oh fuck me…His dick lengthens another two inches…four inches…six inches…all while it becomes girthier and noticeably heavier. His voice rumbles as he grunts and groans happily while his dick continues to grow until it finally stops at a whopping eighteen inches, as thick as my arm, and pulsing so aggressively I can actually hear it.
“Now open your mouth, boi.” I whimper and reach down to prod at my bubble butt, sighing impatiently.
“B-But…I need to get bred…daddy.” I almost forget to use the word, daddy, still embarrassed to be calling this scumbag that. But I’ll do anything to get him up my ass again. He caresses the side of my face softly making me flinch at first, thinking he’s about to slap me for disobeying him, but despite how much of a deplorable man he is, there’s a certain sensitivity there as well. He clearly has coerced me into being his boi, but at the same time he wants me to genuinely enjoy it.
“Oh don’t worry little slut…daddy will fill your ass soon enough. But you’ll have to be patient.” Unbelievably I trust him that he will and I nod slowly before opening my mouth. He then lines up his cock, thick spurts of precum splashing my face as he brings it closer and closer. I hope Unending Hunger is enough for me to take this monster. He gently grips my throat with one hand and begins to guide himself down my throat. My jaw and lips stretch to the absolute max, but rather than finding it uncomfortable I nearly squeal with joy. It hits that itch so perfectly. So deliciously. I begin to shake from head to toe as he reaches deeper and deeper, and before I know it, a tension is building up in my loins. Realizing he’s about to make me cum I go to cover myself, feeling beyond embarrassed that just his musky dick in my throat could possibly do so. But he’s having none of that. He reaches down and pries my hands away before slamming them down and keeping them pinned next to my head. Internally I can feel his cockhead pushing at the entrance to my stomach and I wince out of instinct, but with one final push he slides all eighteen inches into me and his behemoth of a cock slides right into my empty stomach. I can’t bare it any longer and start cumming, hands free all across my belly and chest. I can vaguely hear him chuckling above me, but it’s so difficult to hear anything as my heart pounds loudly in my ears. Once I finally manage to stop cumming he flexes his dick while it’s inside me and looks down.
“Good boi.” He releases my hands and grips the sides of my face before he begins a ruthless pounding. He knows just as well as I that he can’t hurt me like this and he takes full advantage as he skullfucks me. Each time his nasty cock plunges balls deep, another rational thought of mine is obliterated. It’s like he’s fucking himself right into my brain, making sure there will always be a place specially nested in my mind devoted to his cock.
He can feel my limbs going numb as he continues on, his balls now the size of small melons smacking into my face with every thrust. Then the only thing that could possibly make me come to my senses happens. I hear the door of the shop open.
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