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Description Male model Pietro washes up on a remote island inhabited by a society of men where everyone wants their cock to be as big and fat as humanly possible. Pietro just wants to go home, but his almost constant boner is getting bigger and bigger, and he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to walk.

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Part 1

Last night at 0100 hours, Pietro Di Angelo, an Italian male model from Venice, went missing 20 kilometers off the southern coast of Italy. Di Angelo left the Italian shore on a small sailboat that evening, alone, and was reported missing when his navigation system stopped responding to the Italian coast guard during an irregular, highly localized tropical storm. Di Angelo is described as a 6’5”, highly muscular, attractive male, an “excellent specimen of manhood” according to local witnesses, with dark brown hair and strong facial features. He was last seen wearing a white tank top and cargo pants. If you have any information concerning the whereabouts of Mr. Di Angelo, please contact the Italian coast guard at the following number.


Pietro was no longer wearing his tank top and cargo pants. He had taken them off and stashed them in a day bag before going on a late night skinny dip in the ocean before the storm started. He had spent hours in the peaceful ocean water, swimming around as the sun set over the Mediterranean.

Pietro had always loved the water, especially when he was naked. It rolled over his rippling abs, it passed between his bubble butt cheeks, it tickled his dime-sized nipples, which were usually hard from the cold night air. He loved feeling his naked cock creating drag in the water; Pietro would swim around, warm Mediterranean water flowing around his cock, and it would get longer and harder, until he had a meaty, nine-inch rudder projecting into the water below him. Pietro loved being big. He would then climb back on board his sailboat and stroke his meaty mast until he shot cannonballs out of his man cannon.

Last night, however, a sudden storm had swept over the sea while Pietro was still in the water. Pietro quickly climbed aboard, carrying his throbbing erection, and started stashing supplies below. On deck, light debris had started whipping around. Standing aboard, bits of wood and rigging started whacking into Pietro’s dick, which jutted out significantly from his figure; Pietro stretched his favorite Italian flag speedo over his hard-on, wedging the swimsuit into his crack a little bit. Pietro’s muscle butt had gotten bigger recently. Pietro was then knocked unconscious.

Hours later, Pietro woke up on a sandy beach in the baking sun, face down, ass up. His speedo had slipped off as he wash ashore, and was stuck around one of his ankles, so his buns were getting baked by the sun. Pietro rolled over, stood up, and stretched. Looking around, he found himself midway down a sandy beach on the periphery of what looked like a deep island jungle. He must have been blown pretty far out; Pietro had been all over the waters off the coast and he had never seen an island that looked like this. The sand was fine and white, the water was a Caribbean light blue, and the trees bore swollen red fruit. Trekking up and down the beach, Pietro managed to locate the piled wreckage of his ship, which lay up further up the beach as a collection of broken boards and torn ropes. Most of his supplies had been blown overboard; his day bag that had been chained to a seat below deck had washed ashore with the boat. Pietro stashed his speedo, and changed into the tank top and cargo pants that he had packed earlier to avoid sunburn, but he found no food. He hadn’t packed for an overnight trip.

Starving, Pietro pulled himself up one of the nearest palm trees with his massive biceps to reach the fruit. He collected as much as he could carry, climbed down, and collapsed in the sand to eat. The fruit was sweet and it gave Pietro a strange feeling of strength and power, as if he could single-handedly push over a fully grown palm. Pietro stuffed himself with fruit and let out a deep belch. Pietro patted his abs and settled in for a nap in the sun. He would figure out how to get back to land later.

Well-fed and comfortably asleep, Pietro’s cock began to stir. It inched down his pant leg as blood rushed from all over his muscled body to fill his member. Pietro chuckled in his sleep as he started to pitch his tent on the sand, far up the beach where he wouldn’t get wet—at least wet with seawater. Blood continued to fill his junk as it pushed upward through his pants toward the sky. Pietro’s penis soon pulled his pants taut against his ass, but he continued to swell bigger. He needed space that his pants did not have to give. Pietro began to fidget in pain as his cockhead pressed harder and harder into the fabric. Tossing further, Pietro woke up in a cold sweat to see his thick, beefy rod visibly pulsing through the fabric of his pants, practically ripping through his clothes. Insatiably horny, he couldn’t wait another second to cum. He began feverishly stroking his two-hander through the pants, moaning loudly. Blood continued to fill his organ. He wasn’t fully hard yet. Pietro started to feel strain in the stitches on the sides of his pants; in the lust of the moment, it didn’t occur to him that he had fit in these pants, fully erect, less than 48 hours ago. In the back of his mind, he was worried that he would rip through his pants before he came. He still wasn’t fully hard yet; he could feel his body trying to fill his cock further, but both his pants and penis were aching to burst. At this point, his cock was screaming for release. All he could think about was cumming: he had to now. He had to cum now. Desperate with lust, Pietro gripped his cock and began thrusting himself violently into his hands. He felt the orgasm push closer and closer to his massive jock. He was as hard as he had ever been; his pants shook with tension as he tried to stuff more and more cock into the same space. Thrusting into the air, Pietro reached the point of no return, gripped the ground on either side of him, and prepared to ride out what would be the biggest orgasm of his life (so far).

Pietro spread his legs out and propped himself up on his arms, clenching the ground like he was about to be shaken by an earthquake. He was splayed on all fours with his manhood tenting his pants, precum leaking out the top, creating a visible wet spot. Pietro felt his orgasm torturously travel from the base of his cock, up his shaft inch by inch by inch, to his fleshy head, trapped painfully within a sweaty prison. In his last moments, Pietro clenched his ass tight, threw his head back with a pained expression of euphoria, and let out a loud gasp. Finally, he came.

At that moment, Pietro’s muscles gave out and he collapsed flat onto his back. He lay on the ground, tensing all of his muscles as he shot load after load in rhythm. He quickly soaked the front of his pants with semen. He shouted loudly with each shot, as if surprised every time. The climax tore violently threw his body; he tossed his limbs from side to side, while his dick stood straight, as if independent of him, cumming again and again. He was incapacitated, unable to do anything, think about anything, but cum. His pants were soaked through at this point, and he could feel jizz pooling between his abs and in his navel, globs of it falling from the top of the tent to his muscled torso. At his side, he felt the first seam in his pants rip—his pants were doomed. In that moment, his entire body went numb and all he could feel was his hot, throbbing cock. He was still shooting load after load, not slowing down; his loads were starting to come more frequently. He had been trying to lie flat to avoid ripping his pants, but as he came harder and harder and as he slowly covered himself in his own cum, he lost the last shreds of self control he had, and he started bucking up with his hips. Pietro felt a second and third stitch give out on the sides of his pants. His shouting grew louder as he neared completion; his loads came faster and faster. After about four minutes of orgasm, he finally bucked up with his hips into another load of cum, and his pants were done for. The remaining stitches all gave out at once, the crotch of his pants ripped open and his shaft shot up through his pants, reaching for the sky. It was definitely bigger than he had ever seen it. Then, as a tropical breeze blew over his shaft and head, Pietro gave out a final orgasmic gasp, shot a load straight into the air (which landed a second later a little further down the beach), and finished.

Pietro gasped for air, as he started seeing black. He had just had a five minute orgasm.

“What the fuck did I eat?” was the last thing he thought before fainting on the beach, pants ripped, covered in his own cum. Still hard, sated for now, he rested.

Part 2

A few hours later, a young man with a slender frame and a pretty face spotted Pietro passed out on the beach. From several yards away, the man noticed that the unconscious figure had a huge erection, at which point he quickly ran to Pietro and shook him awake. Pietro stirred groggy and confused.

“U-Uh?” Pietro muttered.

“Excuse me, how long have you been here?”

Pietro, still lying on the ground, looked around for the sun, but couldn’t find it. Noticing Pietro’s confusion, the other man interrupted him.

“Um, here,” he said, pushing Pietro’s erection to the side, revealing the sun from behind it. Pietro shielded his eyes from the sun.

“My name’s Jack,” the stranger said.

He was pale and thin, and he had a beautiful face, in a sweet sort of way—like an angel. Pietro thought he looked like he could really take a dick.

“Oh, I guess I’ve been here for at least five or six hours. Wait—” Pietro suddenly understood his situation. He had been rock hard for hours, he was still covered in his own jizz, and his boner was practically poking this dude’s eye out. And they had just met.

“Oh my god, excuse me,” Pietro stammered.

Pietro stood up, his pants fell down, and he tried to shove his cock down with his hands to little effect. Looking to his side, Pietro pulled what looked to be a 9-inch leaf off a nearby tree and wrapped his shaft in it. Or rather, he wrapped as much of his shaft as he could. The leaf couldn’t cover everything Pietro had. Even if he cheated and tried to shift the leaf up a bit, exposing some of his shaft at the base, there was still significant inch-age at the end, plus his swollen glans, which was nearly poking Jack in the ribs from a foot away.

“Oh my god, did I get bigger?” Pietro exclaimed, dropping the leaf. He took a step back in shock and his shaft jiggled back and forth.

“I would imagine so, unless you showed up here looking like that.”

“Uh no,” Pietro said awkwardly. He wasn’t used to telling people that his dick wasn’t that big. The last time a date had accused him of not delivering a package, he showed up to his door with a dozen of donuts stuffed around his cock—let’s just say that guy went to bed with a full, full stomach.

“I washed up on the shore here about six hours ago and when I did, these fit.” He said, gesturing to his now open-crotch cargo pants from which his cock had no-handedly lead a prison break. Seeing the fabric, Pietro wrapped his cock in his pants, seeing nothing else big enough.

“From the looks of it, you’ve recently passed the 12-inch mark.” Jack said, eyeing Pietro’s meat.

“My penis is a foot long? I’m a foot long Italian?” Pietro had a sense of humor.

“Just over a foot.”

“Wait—what do you mean, ‘recently passed’?”

“I mean you probably reached ‘foot long’ status within the last half hour.”

“Wait, so you mean to tell me I’m still growing? How do you know?” Pietro asked.

“You are still growing, but that will stall and then stop eventually unless we do something about it. The water on this island has special hormonal properties. As you drink more and more of our water, your body has one of two reactions to it. In some men, like myself, the water becomes increasingly toxic until we cannot drink it anymore without becoming violently ill. Most men react to our water in this way. In a few men, the water is a rich nutrient that encourages genital and muscle growth and increased sex drive. Their bodies also slowly begin to produce highly nutritious semen, which the other inhabitants on the island use as their only food source. These men produce my kind’s only viable food source. Because all the food on the island comes from our water, it is also inedible to most men. Women cannot metabolize the water or the semen, so they cannot live here.”

“So you exclusively live on other guy’s semen? Doesn’t that taste terrible?” Pietro asked.

“To the men like me, it tastes like the nectar of the gods. To the men who create it, it still tastes foul.” He answered.

“What’s strange is that usually it takes considerable time before any physiological changes are observed, and yet you’ve clearly grown significantly having only lived on this island for the last few hours.”

As they were talking, Pietro had continued to grow slightly, and unbeknownst to him, his cockhead was sticking out from the pile of Cargo pant fabric he had covered his dick with. Seeing Pietro with a totally serious expression as his member peeped out from his pants filled Jack with lust.

“Come with me” Jack said, and he started toward the jungle.

Pietro followed him, his cock jutting out a foot in front of him like a beefy divining rod, parting leaves in front of him as he walked.

“Ow,” Pietro shouted. His dick had grazed a thorny bush.

“Actually, that’s a good point. Do you have any clothes that might fit that with you?” Jack asked.

Pietro considered. He ran back to the beach to grab his speedo out of his bag and returned.

“Will that fit?” Jack asked, genuinely unsure.

Pietro pulled the speedo over his ass and slapped it, making his bubble butt jiggle. He stretched the crotch out over his length with considerable effort and pulled it over the head. Most of his shaft was exposed, and it looked like his cock was preparing to fire the world’s biggest rubber band gun, but it would protect and hold the goods.

“Awesome,” they said.

The pair wandered off into the woods. Thankfully, Pietro started to finally get soft as they walked, and his wedgie started to let up.

“You’re beautiful, by the way,” Jack said while they were walking. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would love to test drive your stick shift.”

“Uh, sure. Maybe after you tell me where we’re going?” Pietro responded.

“Oh, actually, now’s a good time to do this,” Jack said, “I have a proposition for you.”

“Okay,” Pietro responded hesitantly.

“The first thing you should know is that there is no way off of this island. The second thing you should understand is that because you will necessarily be drinking our water for the rest of your life, you will either become like me and subsist off of others, or you will get bigger and bigger until nature decides that your cock is big enough. I suspect that you are one of the few who can stomach our water indefinitely. Now, if I bring you back to the others, they will pump you constantly. It would be nice at first, but you would soon grow tired and sore, and still they would not stop. Your life would be agony, just like it is for the others of your kind. I propose that I sustain you back at the beach in secret, bringing you food and drink and servicing you sexually. The others don’t have to know you are here.”

“What if it turns out I can’t drink your water?” Pietro asked.

“Then, I will gladly bring you to my village where you can eat.”

“And you’re sure there’s no way to keep me from getting bigger? I’m not going to be able to use this on people for much longer at this rate.”

“No—soon you won’t be able to stop growing. Do we have a deal?”

Pietro didn’t want to get milked like a cow for the rest of his life. “I guess so.”

“Excellent, then here we go.”

Jack took Pietro another thirty paces into the jungle where they happened upon a small clearing, lit from above by moonlight. In the center of the clearing was a pool of unmoving, crystalline water. Pietro couldn’t believe that it could hurt anybody. He suddenly realized that he was very thirsty. Pietro rushed to the side of the pool and fell to his knees. He lapped up water with his hands for a few seconds before giving up and sticking his head in the water. Jack watched as Pietro chugged gulp after gulp of the water, his stomach expanding to hold it all. After a few minutes Pietro sat back on his knees and let out a relaxed sigh. He felt that same sense of power and weight in his crotch that he had felt earlier with the fruit.

Pietro was on his knees preparing to chug more when he heard voices approaching.

“Quickly, back to the beach!” Jack exclaimed, pulling Pietro by the arm out of the clearing. As the pair started to run through the jungle, the voices became quiet and then inaudible as they put distance between them. As Pietro ran, he started to feel hot, even in the cool night air. He felt another erection coming on, and he looked down. His bulging package bounced up and down with each step, and he could once again feel his organ slowly filling with blood. They weren’t anywhere near the beach yet; Pietro was afraid he was about to rip through his last remaining bottom. It started getting harder, stretching the swimsuit a little bit and sticking out in front of him. The speedo was starting to wedgie itself back into his crack. He stopped for a second to stroke himself, before realizing that that wouldn’t help. Desperate and horny, he kept trying to run. Where was the beach? His manhood was now a good 8 inches out in front of him, and it was starting to get whacked from side to side by trees and other obstacles. It was getting harder and harder to run because it was getting harder and harder. His speedo stretched further out in front of him, and his balls fell out into the breeze, bouncing up and down, each the size of a small lime. He tried wobbling for another 10 seconds: he was at full foot long Italian with extra, extra meatball, but he could tell this sandwich wasn’t done and there was about to be sauce.

“Wait!” Pietro yelled, gasping for breath. Jack turned around and saw Pietro, trying to pull more fabric through his crack, trying to fit a hummer truck into a compact car parking space. That speedo was not long for this world; that man was meant to be naked. His body glistened with sweat in the moonlight, his muscles rippled under his skin, and his speedo quivered with tension, ready to pop.

“Help! I don’t want to rip it.” Pietro gasped, his arms extended out to his sides, trying to avoid getting harder. Jack walked over to Pietro, and stood behind him, his own erection pressing into Pietro’s shapely ass. Pietro raised his arms; Jack put his hands around Pietro’s torso and started running them down Pietro’s washboard abs until his hands met Pietro’s base.

“Watch this,” Jack whispered. With one hand, he started to stroke as much of Pietro as he could hold. Pietro’s mouth fell open and he started to moan uncontrollably.

“Quiet,” Jack said calmly, and Pietro bit his lip but continue to moan under his breath.

“Please,” Pietro begged. He could feel the pressure mounting at the front of his package, he didn’t have much time.

Jack took his other hand, looped it around the waistband of the swimsuit and started to pluck it like a violin. There was enough tension in the band that it made an audible note. As Jack stroked and stroked, the cabin pressure in Pietro’s speedo climbed, and the note got higher and higher. After 15 seconds of that, the note started to repeat in tone. Pietro felt the seams start to give. In one gesture, Jack delivered one last, long, slow stroke from the base of the dick, up and up the shaft, and off the head, carefully pushing the speedo off the head of the penis. Pietro’s hips bucked forward and the head of his cock hit him well above his navel.

He stood, ass naked in the middle of the jungle with a throbbing erection.

Jack was going to finish him.

Part 3

Pietro was exhausted. He bent over to rest his hands on his knees and his dick poked him in the chest.

“It’s getting bigger,” Pietro panted in desperation.

Pietro placed his hands on his ass and leaned backward to catch his breath, his giant shaft projecting up through the clearing, moonlight catching just the head of his penis. Meanwhile, Jack was silent, overcome with a lustful awe. Pietro was resting unaware, as his massive wood got longer and longer, inch by inch, extending towards the leaves of the trees. His cock was starting to look more and more like one of the thick jungle trees in the dark, his balls more like juicy island fruit. Pietro swallowed and saw Jack eyeing his erection. At that moment something clicked in Pietro, and for a moment he didn’t care how big his penis got. His massive tool needed relief. He needed to fuck.

“Well, you said you wanted to test drive this stick shift.” He leaned back, moving his crotch forward, and he gestured to his deluxe-sized boner.

“Get to it,” he said expectantly, slapping his shaft so it bobbed up and down. Pietro was starting to put weight on in the front.

In one move, Jack stepped forward and grabbed Pietro by the boner.

“Am I getting too big for ya” Pietro smirked.

“Not yet,” Jack replied, as he pulled Pietro by his cock into the jungle. Pietro stumbled dick first after his companion.

Jack pulled Pietro over to a large rock that was resting against a tree and sat him down. Pietro propped himself up with his hands and spread his legs, waiting to shish kebab that bitch with his massive dick. His manhood shot up through his legs, up between his abs, and was starting to reach his beefy chest.

“Let’s get this bad boy going,” Jack said mischievously.

Jack knelt down and wrapped his hands around the giant cock and started working Pietro’s shaft. There was more than enough meat for two hands; Pietro really needed a third.

“What are you doing?” Pietro asked. “My cock needs you now!”

“I can feel you getting bigger,” Jack moaned, stroking faster now. He was right. As Jack stroked, he could feel Pietro’s sausage get fatter and fatter by the second. Pietro’s balls were the size of pool balls. Pietro was starting to leak precum, which slowly ran down the entire length of Pietro’s shaft. The big boy was about to burst, but Jack kept stroking. Pietro fell back onto his elbows and threw his head back. Pietro could feel his erection reach higher and higher into the air, but all he could think about was sinking his enormous dick into Jack’s ass and unloading his bloated balls.

“Please,” Pietro moaned in desperate agony, “now!”

“Look at how big you’re getting!” Jack responded, standing up—he could no longer reach Pietro’s cockhead from the ground.

He stroked in horny glee at the very top of Pietro’s shaft, only to watch Pietro’s cockhead push through his fingers as Pietro couldn’t help but grow. Pietro’s member was hot to the touch and sticky with jizz. Jack stroked faster, which was getting exhausting, as Pietro had gotten significantly longer, even in the last five minutes, and Jack had more penis to cover.

“Come on big boy,” Jack encouraged, “give me more! I want your dick so long you can’t reach the top. I want your cock so fat you won’t be able to see around it when you’re hard. I want you so big you can’t walk.”

Pietro could only moan in response as his tool grew with every stroke.

Pietro started to buck his hips forward involuntarily, forcing more and more meat through Jack’s hands. As Jack stroked down, Pietro fucked up, and the cock got bigger. It was as if Jack was inflating Pietro’s manhood like a balloon, pumping him longer and longer, Pietro’s pecs bouncing up and down as Jack beat his meat. Jack felt as Pietro’s hot member pushed his fingers apart, getting thicker and thicker, until finally he could no longer get his hand all the way around it.

“Please!” Pietro begged. “No bigger.”

Jack ignored him, and leaned in to kiss Pietro’s sticky cockhead. Pietro’s cock bucked and shot a little bit of spunk in response.

That was it. Pietro could wait no longer.

Pietro picked himself up, and stood up. His massive boner clocked Jack in the chin, and Jack stumbled backward. Pietro grabbed Jack by the shoulder and pulled him towards the tree. Jack appreciated his hard work—Pietro’s hard on was way past a foot long. As Pietro walked, the tip of his cock grazed his large, perky nipples.

“Nice c—” Jack tried to say, but Pietro shoved him face first against the trunk. There wasn’t going to be any more talking. Pietro was about to do something primal.

Pietro spread his legs apart because they were starting to squeeze on his balls. Holding Jack against the tree with one arm, Pietro used the other to pull Jack’s shorts off, exposing his tight ass. Pietro definitely wasn’t going to fit. Jack’s shorts bunched at his ankles.

Pietro hastily grabbed his cock, and started forcing it down so he could enter Jack. Jack felt Pietro’s enormous, lemon-sized cockhead run down the middle of his back, leaking jizz onto him, until it ran between his cheeks. Pietro had to pop his butt out so that he could line his dick up with Jack’s hole and still hold onto Jack’s shoulders. Jack could feel the hot head throbbing at his hole and gripped the tree. Pietro had pinned his arms against the trunk so he couldn’t move.

Then Pietro sank his sword into the stone and started to plow Jack with his giant cock. He thrust himself into him again and again. It was so tight; Jack tried his best to open up but Pietro could barely get half of his massive dong into Jack before no more would go. Jack couldn’t take any more dick. Pietro had an entire cock’s worth of shaft flying in the cold night air, and he was still getting bigger. Jack couldn’t feel Pietro’s body at all, because there was 8 inches of Italian dick between Jack’s ass and Pietro’s base. Pietro was a fuck machine, pounding Jack harder and harder into the tree, until Jack couldn’t feel his legs anymore. Jack could feel Pietro’s titanic boner throbbing inside him, getting fatter and fatter by the second, forcing him open. It hurt so much, but he wanted more. This was the last time that Pietro was ever going to fit inside another person ever again.

Feverishly horny, Pietro let go of Jack and grabbed the exposed portion of his shaft with his hands, and forced the rest of his boner into Jack. Jack shrieked in pain. Jack could feel Pietro tearing the walls of his insides.

Finally, Pietro let out a deep cry as he started to come. He was impaling Jack. Fucking him. Cum started to gush out of Jack’s ass, as if a spring had just been discovered there. Pietro continued to push Jack against the tree. Pietro had him pinned against the tree, using only his gigantic phallus, no hands. Jack was his puppet, stuck on his fuck rod. The flow out of Jack’s ass grew, drizzling onto the ground. Pietro needed more.

Pietro entered Jack up to the hilt so his balls were squeezed between his legs and Jack’s ass, and he picked Jack up and gripped him with one arm around Jack’s chest and one around Jack’s waist. Pietro’s seed continued to spill onto the ground. Pietro leaned back, so that Jack’s weight opposed the thrusting force of Pietro’s dick. Pietro thrust upward and pulled Jack down onto his 15 inch pole.

They fucked liked this for ten minutes, Pietro shooting load upon load. Pietro could feel fire burning in every one of his fifteen inches, each stretch of shaft pulsing separately as he forcefully blasted his load into Jack. Finally Pietro’s enormous jock had relief and he put Jack down, pulling his sword from the stone with significant effort. Jack fell prone on the ground, gasping for air. Pietro caught his breath too, his chest heaving in and out, with his full erection jutting out in front of him. For the first time since they started, Pietro realized just how big he had become.

“Oh my god, I’m hung like a bull,” Pietro exclaimed fearfully.

“It’s getting huge,” Jack said in horny excitement, weakly managing to stand up. “Let’s go make it bigger.”

“No, please!” Pietro begged, trying to push down his rock hard hard on. “I’ll never be able to fuck anybody ever again! I don’t want any more cock.”

“It can’t be stopped. Now…” Jack paused. “Let’s stop playing kids’ games, and see just how big you can go.”

Part 4

Jack was more than enjoying watching Pietro’s cock balloon up by the hour. Pietro had been on the island for under 24 hours, and already he was barely keeping himself below double his original size. Jack would have to struggle to fit just one of Pietro’s loaded balls into his mouth. Maybe if he squeezed them, cum would shoot out of Pietro’s cock like a hand pump. Food for thought.

Pietro was butt naked. “Can I get some clothes?” he asked. “It’s freezing out here.” His nipples were hard and pointed.

“I guess,” Jack answered, disgruntled. “I’ll go see what I can find that might fit. I’ll be back in 10 minutes,” he added admonishingly, “and don’t touch your thing while I’m gone. Stroking will only speed up the process, and I don’t want to miss you breaking 18 inches.”

Jack left through some bushes while Pietro was busy getting an even bigger boner than before. Pietro’s dick started to chub up again, brushing against most of his thigh. But I haven’t eaten anything,” Pietro thought, and I just emptied my balls! He groaned inwardly. Why won’t it just stay down? Oh god it’s gonna grow again…

Suddenly, Pietro felt the strong urge to run his hands up and down his shaft, even though he knew he shouldn’t. Untouched and in the cold, Pietro’s member was starting to rise.

I can’t be getting any bigger. It might be weeks before I’m rescued—if that—and I can’t have a two-foot dick when I go back! How will I live in public? What will I wear? Still

Blood visibly pumped into Pietro’s cock, lifting the beast further into the air. It now stuck out straight in front of him; you could’ve hung a 20-pound weight off of that bad boy. It was fat like a coke can and getting visibly fatter as it rose. Pietro needed to touch it, but he couldn’t. Placing his hands near the meat, Pietro could feel heat coming off of it. He desperately needed to get jacked off. If that wasn’t enough, as Pietro pumped up his third erection of the day, his rising cockhead came within easy reach of his mouth. His mouth watered as his cock entered his own field of vision.

Pietro cupped his ass with both hands and dug his nails in to try to draw his attention away from his frontside situation. His cock was now fully erect, sticking straight up, lying between his abs with his cockhead nestled squarely between his thick pecs. Pietro started to reach for it.

No! Pietro thought. It’s already too big, you have to stop.

Pietro couldn’t wait any longer for Jack to get back. Ugh—maybe if I work the shaft just a little bit it won’t get that much bigger

Pietro started slowly stroking his shaft with one hand, but quickly started to pick up the pace. The cock needed more. Pietro’s stroking grew faster, and the penis responded in turn. He could feel himself getting thicker; there was already no hope of reaching around it with one hand, but at the rate he was going, pretty soon Pietro would be able to use a dog collar as a cock ring. Pietro added his other hand to the shaft and picked up speed. He was stroking a mile of cock a minute and he was going to give himself carpal tunnel.

“Mmff,” Pietro moaned.

Pietro was big enough it was like he was making room on his piece for a second pair of hands.

Unhh—I’m still not hard yet, Pietro thought as he got longer and longer. Pietro’s balls bounced up and down as Pietro stroked, ripe for juicing. At this point, he wasn’t sure whether he would come before or after his cock hit him in the chin. Still, the cock needed more. Pietro reluctantly pulled one hand away from shaft and began fondling his enormous, jiggly testicles. Oh, his nuts had been pumped to the point of bursting with jizz, and still he could feel more coming. The cock needed even more. Without a thought, Pietro began to lick tantalizing circles around the slit of his tip, which was becoming easier to reach by the second. Pietro was working every angle on his oversized junk, and still the cock needed more.

At that moment, Jack returned to see Pietro desperately stroking as much of his boner as he could cover. He had pants that might’ve fit Pietro ten minutes ago.

“Agh!” Pietro yelled, startled.

“What did I tell you?” Jack scolded tauntingly. “No cocks getting bigger while I’m away.”

Pietro managed to pull his hands away from himself for a moment, his genitals still throbbing with need.

“You’re even bigger than I thought you could be by this point. There’s no way you’ll fit that into these,” Jack said, holding up the pants. “But I would love to see you try.”

Part 5

Pietro got the pants around his ankles, and pulled up. Pietro already had to do some majoring squishing, just to get the pants over his fat ass cheeks, but these were large pants, and Pietro was holding out hope that he might stuff himself in somewhere. His cock jutted out of his unzipped fly at 14 inches (and counting), with his balls hanging out too. He had to use most of his willpower to keep himself from touching himself and making this harder, so the geometry of the situation was difficult to think about.

Using his powerful biceps, Pietro had to force down his titanic hard on so that he could painfully shove it under his waistband. He tried to wrap the shaft around his body to the left like a belt, but he was starting to get too hard for that. Thinking quickly, Pietro turned his pocket inside out and his dick immediately jammed into the space. With a series of winces, Pietro squeezed his balls into the crotch of the pants and zipped it up. He fit, technically.

Jack could see Pietro’s thick cock clearly outlined against the pants; Pietro was still growing and thus stuffing more and more man meat into an already strained pocket. Jack waited exactly 7 seconds before Pietro’s fat dong got too big and Pietro destroyed another pair of pants. His pulsing jock ripped through the flimsy pocket, and his cock unloaded out the side, like a prank snake in a nut can. Pietro’s penis extended 6 inches out the hole in his pants, which might’ve been for the best. He wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to fit through his fly in a few minutes. More and more cock kept coming out the side of the pants.

“Ugh,” Jack moaned. “I knew you couldn’t do it. You’re growing like crazy.”

Jack moved to help Pietro undo his pants, but before he could, the button on Pietro’s fly popped off and flew out of sight. His balls could be contained no longer. Pietro unloaded his balls and stepped out of the short-lived pants. He pulled them off his legs, and then off his enormous rod.

Jack pulled out a tape measure, placed one end at Pietro’s base and pulled the other to Pietro’s head.

“14 inches, you’re about to break your record. Why don’t we celebrate?”

Pulling Pietro over, his new friend pounded Pietro’s broad shoulders against a tree and swung one leg over Pietro’s cock like he was mounting a horse so he was facing away from the Italian tripod. Pietro pulled him flush up against his body. He felt his back press into Pietro’s chest, beefy but soft, and with hershey’s kiss nipples. Looking down, he saw his own erection, standing at a meager 6 inches; under that, he could see Pietro’s mammoth dong on either side of his own dick, and even though Pietro was standing behind him, Pietro’s shaft was easily twice as big as his full erection, not counting the stretch of Pietro’s cock that was throbbing between the stranger’s legs, pushing them apart. Jack could even feel the force of Pietro’s hard on lifting him up from the ground.

Jack grabbed his own dick with one hand and Pietro’s with the other, reaching as far around as he could reasonably go. He began synchronized stroking. This was difficult, because by the time the one hand reached the end of his own cock, he hadn’t even made it halfway up Pietro’s shaft. He gave up on his own cock, seeing as Pietro was more than twice his size and thus needed two hands more than he needed the one, and started stroking Pietro with both of his hands. Pietro started to thrust involuntarily into his hands as he picked up speed. At this point Pietro was leaking precum, which trickled tantalizingly down the entire length of his still-growing shaft until it dripped off of Pietro’s swollen testicles.

Jack looked down and watched Pietro’s hard on get progressively bigger and bigger between the stranger’s legs; his own cock looked like an afterthought compared to Pietro’s massive meat. He could feel Pietro trying to thrust more and more cock into his hands, which were already struggling to keep up with Pietro’s current size; he could feel Pietro’s cock get thicker and thicker, pushing the stranger’s fingers apart and making Pietro harder and harder to hold. Pietro couldn’t see his cock (although at his current rate, he might soon), so for all he knew he was still Mr. Foot Long Italian; but Jack was watching Pietro demolish his previous record. He was now nearing 16 inches, and he wasn’t even close to being hard.

“Fuck, I can’t hold all of it—we need to use your hands,” Jack moaned.

Pietro reached his strong hands and beefy arms around him and grabbed the enormous shaft. Pietro flinched and his knees buckled a little bit—Pietro’s organ had become very sensitive to stimulation with its newfound size. With all four hands holding as much of Pietro as they could, they started stroking together and they finally managed to cover all of Pietro’s cock. Pietro’s member jerked upward and the stream of precum leaking from him thickened, and cum started to fall from the head to the ground a foot in front of him. A loud splattering sound started as more and more semen hit the jungle floor.

“Quiet, you ox, or someone will hear us,” Jack taunted. Pietro tried to clench his dick muscles, but the splattering sound just grew louder as more and more of his seed spilled onto the ground. “Save some for later,” he commanded.

“Trust me,” Pietro moaned, biting his lip. “I’m holding as much in as I can.”

Pietro let go for a second to catch his breath. For some reason, there wasn’t a lot of blood getting to his brain, and he was feeling light-headed. Meanwhile Pietro’s dick was also pressing against both of the stranger’s legs, begging for more room. Jack parted his legs, pressing himself slightly down onto The Cock.

Pietro gasped, his legs gave out, and he sunk slowly to his knees, hands on the ground behind him. This pulled Pietro out from under the stranger, who fell backward onto Pietro so that he sat on Pietro’s crotch, legs out in front of him. Pietro’s eyes were squeezed shut in pained concentration, trying to prevent a violent orgasm, so he didn’t notice that Jack was being held off the ground almost entirely by Pietro’s erection. The splattering sound grew louder—Pietro’s jizz had formed a milky pool in front of them.

Pietro returned one of his hands to his enormous penis, using the other for balance. He stroked slowly to ease himself back into it, trying to avoid the point of no return. The stranger sat on Pietro’s crotch, the cock head nearly reaching his chest as Pietro’s spunk ran down it on all sides like a fondue fountain.

Pietro could feel his erection lifting proudly into the night air; he could sense it’s position in space like a fifth limb, and it definitely felt longer than last time. He opened one eye to examine his tent pole of a dick.

Fuck, how big did I get?” Pietro asked, seeing his cock standing taller than the two of them.

“Definitely over 18 inches!” Jack answered.

“18 inches! That’s double the size of what I had 8 hours ago. And that’s already six more inches since I started this boner, and I’m not even hard yet.”

“Wait—you’re not hard?”

“No, dude, I’ve got a ways to go.”

“You’ve got like three dicks worth of shaft and girth on one guy. You’ve got cock on cock on cock and I can barely hold your nuts in one hand. You’re getting so big.”

“Fuck, I’m huge.”

Pietro knew he was getting too big, but he could do nothing but watch as his third leg got bigger and bigger by the second, approaching the length of his actual legs.

Jack couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed Pietro’s length with both hands and started to run his tongue up from the base to the top, pausing at the end to lick teasing circles around Pietro’s second head. He tasted the cum—it was hot and sweet, like syrup on a warm pancake.

Pietro let out a loud gasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow!” Pietro yelled.

“Quiet!” the stranger warned.

Jack quickly dismounted Pietro—he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to down as much of Pietro’s thick, nut as he could stomach. Pietro was still on his knees, resting on both hands with his erection jutting off from his crotch. It was visibly pulsing, expanding in and out with every breath that Pietro managed to take between moans. He got on his knees in front of Pietro—usually when he did that the other guy had to be standing to reach his mouth—opened his mouth as wide as he could, and shoved Pietro’s cock into his mouth. Pietro was thick like an arm and the stranger couldn’t get more than Pietro’s head into his mouth. The stranger braced his legs against the ground for support and there was a sloshing noise—Pietro had made a puddle of jizz so deep that it came up to the stranger’s ankles. To make things harder, the stranger had to back up further and further away from Pietro every few seconds because his cock was getting even bigger with every passing second; Pietro was starting to force the stranger’s jaw open. Meanwhile, Pietro was still leaking cum into his mouth, who choked a little bit as he struggled to swallow with the cock in his mouth. He breathed through his nose as best he could, gripped the end of Pietro’s dick with both hands, and prepared himself to swallow the load.

“It’s getting so big” Pietro moaned “I wouldn’t fit in a pringles can with this monster.”

“Pretty soon you won’t fit through a tire if I have anything to say about it,” Jack grunted.

“No, please,” Pietro begged. “It’s getting even bigger! It’s still not hard!”

“I wonder how much bigger you can get tonight,” Jack said, ignoring Pietro. Contorting himself for a moment, he tried mouthing at the smaller of Pietro’s swollen balls. After 20 seconds of concentrated effort, he managed to get it into his mouth with his jaw fully open. It was the size of a peach, and about to be just as juicy.

“Damn boy, you’re ready to pop down here.”

Pietro could only moan as he added inch on inch to his giant erection.

Finally, Pietro clenched his ass and with a buck of his hips that forced his member further into the stranger’s mouth, he threw his head back and let out a loud cry and came. From the moment Pietro started to cum, it was clear that the stranger wasn’t going to be able to take it all, as much as he desperately wanted to. Pietro was on his knees, leaning back on his beefy arms which were ready to give out; his cock stretched from his crotch to Jack’s mouth several inches away, throbbing violently as Pietro pumped semen the stranger full of semen. He could have filled a car’s tank with that thing, assuming he could still fit in the fuel tank.

Meanwhile, Jack was frantically chugging, gasping for breath every few seconds, semen spilling from his mouth onto his body. He grew panicked as Pietro showed no signs of slowing down after about two minutes of straight orgasm. Pietro was moaning loudly and clenching his eyes shut in a pained euphoria as the orgasm ripped through his body. Jack continued to swallow and swallow, his stomach almost full; he knew he couldn’t go on much longer. Pietro seemed to be cumming harder and harder as he went. At one point, he shot so hard that Jack fell off his balance and Pietro’s cock popped out of his mouth—he hurriedly clawed for Pietro’s shaft and shoved it back in, Pietro’s spunk flying everywhere in the process. The stranger drank and drank; he held on for as long as he could, his stomach stretching out to accommodate Pietro’s load, but he just couldn’t do it. He gulped and gulped at Pietro’s head until he was choking on semen and had coughed it up through his nose. He was covered in spunk. Pietro’s jizz had defeated him. He fell back onto the ground, gasping for air.

Pietro’s member shot up like a tentpole, shooting a thick rope of cum in the process that traveled through the air like a volley of arrows until it hit a tree from top to bottom on the other side of the clearing.

“Careful,” the stranger warned, “someone will see that if you fire above the treeline!”

Pietro’s arcs of cum were easily clearing the treeline—it looked as if someone was setting off small fireworks. He was also making quick, anticipatory moans as he climbed the mountain to the final blow, and if that wasn’t enough, his loads were making loud splashing noises as they landed in the pool of semen the two of them were lying in at that point.

The stranger pulled Pietro’s speedo out of his pocket and tried to stuff it over Pietro’s cockhead, but within seconds it was soaked, dripping with jizz, and Pietro was giving Old Faithful a run for its money. He shot several ropes of cum up into the night sky, which landed somewhere out of sight. Pietro felt the pool of his own cum rise until his balls were dripping with their own juices. Producing loads and loads of cum at such a velocity, Pietro looked like a waterpark attraction.

Jack tried to jam Pietro’s cock back into his mouth, but it wouldn’t fit anymore. Even though he was busy firing gallons of semen, Pietro was still adding inch after inch. Eventually he gave up and just resorted to helping Pietro rub it out, hoping it would end soon. Pietro launched several more thick, sticky wads of spunk into the air. Pietro was becoming exhausted, his body had not been ready to orgasm like this for so long—it had been at least 10 minutes and his penis was aching from overuse, but he seemed to have no choice in the matter, and he continued to come as if he had just started to release his load. Marvelling at Pietro, the stranger grabbed Pietro’s dick and shook it around wildly, splattering cum all over the clearing. The jungle looked like a Jackson Pollock painting, the leaves all dripped with jizz, Pietro’s spunk was beginning to fall from the treetops above to the forest floor like rain; Pietro was trying to pollinate the whole forest.

Finally, a pained cry escaped Pietro’s lips as he came one final time, hitting the stranger in the chest with a glob of cum. Pietro let out a moan of euphoric pain as he slid down into the bath of his own baby batter he had drawn himself. His bubble butt squished into the ground; the jizz covered most of his torso and legs—his thick chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath, submerging his sensitive nipples in the pool and then resurfacing them into the cold night air. Pietro’s wet dick stuck out of the pool like a lighthouse in a sticky ocean. Everything in sight was covered in his cum.

The stranger took Pietro’s speedo and wrung it out, spilling more of Pietro’s cum into his mouth. He slurped, swallowed, and burped. He had had way too much to eat.

“Pool boys generally clean pools. They don’t fill them,” he said, hanging Pietro’s speedo on his cockhead. He drifted quietly into a food coma, his stomach swollen with Pietro’s juices.

Pietro passed out in a pool of his own cum, his giant phallus rising up out of the water, and an Italian flag speedo hung from the top of his flagpole. Both men were unconscious, and thus couldn’t have witnessed this, but Pietro was hoisting the flag higher. As he slept, more and more of Pietro’s shaft breached from the pool of Pietro’s jizz. Pietro was 19 inches long (and counting), because Pietro still wasn’t fully hard.

Part 6

Pietro and Jack awoke to the sound of approaching voices. Jack sat up and woke up Pietro.

“We have to go,” Jack whispered. “they’ve found us.”

Pietro and Jack pulled themselves out of Pietro’s jizz, and the pair ran/waddled over to a nearby tree. Pietro’s balls had gotten too big to fit together between Pietro’s legs, so he cupped his testicles and ran to catch up with Jack. His morning wood was very hard and precum spilled from his cockhead onto the ground as he ran.

“Ow!” Pietro yelled as his dick shoved leaves, sticks, and other shrubbery out of his path.

“Quiet!” Jack hissed. He looked back at Pietro and said, “Okay, fine, over here.”

Jack led Pietro behind a tree, roughly two feet in diameter.

“We should be hidden here,” Jack whispered. The voices were still moving in their direction. Jack noticed that Pietro’s shoulders were too broad and could be seen from either side of the tree. “Actually, could you try turning to the side?” Pietro turned to the side, but his trunk was clearly visible from the other side of the tree. “Okay, back up a bit?” Pietro backed up a foot. “I can still see, like, half of your cock,” Jack said. Pietro backed up another foot. Pietro saw Jack standing on the other side of the tree, gave him a cheeky shrug, and jiggled his ass. Hiding was going to be difficult.

Jack was starting to panic. The other islanders would definitely notice a naked man or a giant cock, whichever one they decided not to hide. The voices were coming closer; they could hear knives slashing through jungle flora.

“Okay,” Jack said, “think unsexy thoughts.”

“Can’t, I’m too horny.”

“But you just got off last night. I watched you create beachfront property out of that clearing!”

“Still horny! Wait, I have an idea,” Pietro exclaimed. In one movement, Pietro grabbed Jack by the leg, looped him over his shoulders and began to do squats with Jack on his back.

“How is this supposed to help?” Jack asked.

“If I can move blood flow from my penis to my legs, it should reduce the erection long enough for you to stuff me back into my speedo. Plus my legs are starting to get tired carrying this thing around.”

Jack laughed at the prospect of fitting Pietro back into his speedo, but he was sort of powerless resting atop Pietro’s broad, powerful shoulders. “This must be how you got that ass,” he said.

Pietro took a hand out from around Jack’s leg and slapped his smooth bottom, which jiggled noticeably.

“Everybody loves a tight butt—plus it should help me balance this monster,” he said, stopping to shake his dick. “Hey, it’s soft!” he cheered. This was pushing it—it was softer, but it could still put out a child’s eye if they stood within a foot and a half of Pietro. He gyrated his hips, helicoptering his dick in front of him. The term “helicopter”, however, generally doesn’t refer to a dick the size of a rotor blade.

“All right, let’s start stuffing,” Pietro said expectantly, setting Jack down on the ground.

Jack pulled out Pietro’s speedo, which was still sticky from the night before, and passed it to Pietro. Pietro slipped one leg in, then the other, and pulled it up over his bubble butt before realizing that the pouch was wholly inadequate for his semi-chubbed monster cock. “All right, more exercise,” Pietro determined.

He began to do jumping jacks. His pecs bounced up and down, his dick bobbed up and down like a diving board, his bubble butt jiggling on every impact. He started to glisten with sweat. Pietro was starting to get soft, but Jack was starting to get hard. After about 5 minutes of that, Pietro looked to be fully soft.

“Finally, a limp noodle,” Pietro said excitedly.

Pietro pulled the speedo back over his ass and started to fill his package. Jack watched Pietro quickly fill his speedo with junk. His balls already took up most of the space. After about eight inches, whatever Pietro put in started to pop back out. He paused to wrap the pouch around his balls, which had popped out in the process.

“Could you hold the speedo?” Pietro asked. Jack grabbed the front of the speedo and stretched to create room. “Really pull it into my crack, I definitely need more.” Jack hiked the speedo up between Pietro’s ass cheeks and pulled more fabric into the front for Pietro’s dong. Pietro stuffed inch after inch into his speedo. At about ten inches, Pietro started to feel the pressure of his cock and balls stretching the swimsuit.

“Okay, I’ll hold the balls and you stuff the rest of it in,” Pietro instructed, less confident than before.

Once again, Pietro pulled the bottom of the front pouch under and around his balls so that everything was contained. Pietro’s anaconda was coiled in the pouch, filling the swimsuit to the brim. There was some packing to do. Jack grabbed the remaining six inches of Pietro’s dick and starting shoving down into the swimsuit. Pietro squeezed his eyes shut in pain and bit his lip. With only three inches to go, Pietro winced in pain and bucked his hips, expelling two more inches of cock.

“I can’t do any more, no more will fit,” Pietro winced in pain.

“You have to, it has to stay down.”

Pietro grabbed what was left of his cock and looked down at his package. It was stuffed full. His penis bent back on itself like four times, his balls were barely staying in, and he could sense the tension in the sides of the speedo mounting.

“God, this is me soft? How much bigger did I get?”

“We won’t really know until you’re fully hard.”

“You didn’t measure last night?”

“You didn’t reach full mast last night.”

With that thought, Pietro’s jock stirred in its swimsuit prison.

Returning quickly to their work, Pietro used the full force of his bulging biceps to force down the last of his cock into his speedo as Jack pulled up with all his force, finally tucking the tip down the front. Pietro winced with pain, the swimsuit shook with tension, and Pietro had enough VPL going on for an entire well-hung swim team, all by himself. His bulge was enormous. The Italian flag on the front was stretched and distorted beyond recognition. His package was stuffed to the point of bursting.

“Okay, that might hold, now turn sideways and keep quiet,” Jack instructed. Pietro swiveled. His bulge still stuck out significantly, but as long as he stayed totally soft, he should fit.

“There he is!” a voice yelled suddenly from a few yards away.

From the other side of the tree, two young men approached Pietro and Jack. They were of similar build to Jack, dressed in casual tank tops and shorts; Pietro suspected that they weren’t members of the bulging elite; at the rate Pietro was filling his trunks, he couldn’t imagine that they’d still have clothes that fit.

Pietro didn’t bother trying to run: he didn’t know where he would go and he was starting to have trouble maneuvering through the dense jungle—no doubt he would be caught. Jack seemed to agree. His best bet was to pretend he couldn’t drink the water. His speedo shook with tension, as if to remind him how hard that was going to be.

The pair accepted their fate as the two islanders rounded the tree.

“Cuff ‘em,” one said to the other.

The other man pulled out two sets of metal handcuffs and started to cuff Pietro and Jack. Pulling Pietro’s arms behind him exposed his bulging chest.

“Damn, Chris, look at the cakes on this one!” he laughed, slapping Pietro’s perky ass which bounced back cheerfully.

“You might want to check under the hood first,” Chris responded, staring in awe at Pietro’s overweight package. The other man stepped around Pietro’s broad, muscled body to see the front.

“Damn, big boy, is all of that yours?”

Pietro didn’t reply, looking past the men, straight ahead.

“Wow, you must be the one dripping all over the island. We found you guys at the end of a long trail of cum. Kind of a Hansel and Gretel situation. How much meat do you have down there?”

“Eight inches,” Pietro lied, which was only true if he was totally soft. And dividing by two.

“Hah—we’ll see about that,” said Chris, reaching to grab the bottom hemisphere of Pietro’s package.

“Wait!” The other man stopped him. “The king would not want us to touch him before he’s had a chance to look him over.”

Chris pulled back. Pietro wasn’t afraid. He was a foot taller than everyone there and his arms, chest, and legs were so big he could easily have wrestled both of his captors to the ground (plus he was used to handcuffs). But his cock would definitely have gotten hard, and if he didn’t want to be a human jizz machine, he had to hide his morning glory.

“Okay, big boy,” Chris scoffed. “how long have you been here?”

“A week ago—I’ve been living off of food I washed up with,” Pietro lied.

“So you’re suggesting that you showed up looking like this?” the other man said, gesturing at Pietro’s speedo situation. “You’re awfully stuffed down there.”

As if in response, Pietro’s package twitched upward and one of his balls popped out—his family jewels had really, really appreciated in value.

“Uh, y-yeah,” Pietro fumbled as he tried to stuff his testicle back into his swimsuit. Pietro panicked as it wasn’t going back in—he had totally filled out his speedo and his junk was starting to spill out the sides. He held his nut against his crotch with one hand, hoping neither of them would notice.

Chris let out a horny gasp; he had noticed, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it until they got back to their camp. He turned to the other to speak privately, but Pietro could hear them whispering.

“Please, Will, he’ll never make it back to camp. Let’s help him before he bursts.”

“No, he can cum his own river for all I care; we aren’t allowed to touch it before the king sees him,” Chris scowled.

Chris and Will started to lead Pietro and Jack back through the forest. The guards walked in front and behind Pietro and Jack, who walked side by side. Pietro waddled through the jungle, still handcuffed, holding his nut against his crotch; he was trying to prevent himself from being both behind and significantly in front of the guards.

Meanwhile, Jack was positively mad with horniness, as he watched Pietro’s junk start to spill out the sides of his speedo with every step, Pietro waddling with his hands desperately trying to stuff himself back in. Pietro’s junk had pushed the panel of fabric forward, exposing himself on either side. At this point, the only thing the speedo was accomplishing was preventing Pietro from showing up to everything a minute early. Jack noticed that Pietro’s balls had reached the size of large oranges. Good for him; he was getting bigger by the minute. The only thing keeping Pietro contained was the physical labor associated with a hike through the jungle.

Suddenly, his other nut got too big and popped out of the other side of the speedo. Pietro couldn’t even fit one of his boys in his speedo. Under normal circumstances, he would reach around his junk and hold one testicle in each hand, but the chain between the cuffs was too short and he couldn’t get it around his package. He was literally freeballing his hike to camp.

“Ow!” Pietro gasped. He had stepped on something sharp—he could no longer see his feet. Luckily, neither Chris nor Will turned to look at him, or they would have seen balls hanging out, shaft from the sides, and a clear impression of his massive glans, which Pietro could feel (but not see) was starting to leak pre again. Shouldn’t ejecting the balls have freed up space?

“If only my ass wasn’t so big,” Pietro thought to himself, “I might have more room.” If anything, Pietro’s butt had gotten rounder and rounder to try to counterbalance his ever-increasing manhood.

Pietro needed to come up with a contingency plan in case he didn’t make it to camp. Besides, as soon as someone looked at him from the side, they would notice that he was packing an overnight bag big enough to service several people. Pietro stumbled on a log and his balls slapped audibly against his crotch. They were almost full. His best bet would be to remove the speedo, wrestle Chris and Will to the ground, and run away with his stranger. Maybe if he let them blow him, they’d enter a long food coma and he and Jack would have a head start before anyone came looking for them. Stretches of Pietro’s shaft were starting to be forced out of the speedo. Chris had been right: there was no way Pietro was gonna make it to the camp.

“Oh man,” Pietro thought to himself, “Jack could barely make a dent in my load last night. I came so much. I covered that jungle.”

Pietro’s cock started to come to life. More of Pietro’s junk spilled out the sides and some started to peak out the top. “God, think about how many guys it would take to blow me. I wonder how many guys there are on this island…”

Pietro was losing control. He was coming out of his swimsuit in every direction, and his speedo was still stuffed to the point of break. Mind you, this speedo was already pretty big to begin with. Pietro was already a “big boy” before he got here, but now he was so big that the force of the speedo against his cock caused him to double over in pain, his eyes clenched shut to keep in the tears. He was now waddling with both balls out, carrying the pouch of his swimsuit with his arms. And he wasn’t even hard yet.

“Fuck—I’m getting too big,” Pietro realized, as more junk popped out of his trunks and his cock started to travel up his abs towards his belly button. Pietro felt a stitch give out. Just when Pietro was about to burst, the group came upon a clearing.

“We’re here,” Will said.

Pietro fell defeated to his knees, and blood rushed south of the border.

He was about to make a grand entrance.

Part 7

Jack was conflicted.

On the one hand, he had to know how big Pietro had gotten. He wanted to see that Italian stud destroy that speedo—it couldn’t hold him anyway. On the other hand, if the other islanders found out about his boy toy, he would miss out on some of the best cum he had ever tasted.

Thinking quickly, he pulled the speedo down over Pietro’s butt. This wasn’t easy—the waistband had ridden up over his butt, and Jack had to pull it down around the curve of Pietro’s ample bottom. Jack fondled Pietro’s buttocks—they were smooth and soft and they felt like deep pillows you could bury your face in. The speedo almost ripped stretching over Pietro’s bum. As Pietro’s cheeks came free, they jiggled up and down.

“Damn, this boy jiggles in the front and the back,” Jack thought. “I bet he likes getting spanked, having all that ass.”

The waistband slapped Pietro’s powerful thighs. Usually, if you pull the waistband of a speedo off the back, it falls off; however, in this situation, this provided just enough space for Pietro to stuff his business back into his swimsuit—even his balls—and the pressure was more than enough to hold up the swimsuit. Jack sighed in disappointment as Pietro stashed the last of his goodies, but at least his ass was hanging out for everyone to appreciate.

Finally, Pietro had a chance to look around. They standing at the edge of a large village, resting in a sandy area in the middle of the island. In the middle of the village was a large lake, and around the lake were dozens of tents and huts. Some of the bigger tents had large holes in the roof, which were clearly made by design. Pietro could guess what those were for. Jungle surrounded the village and paths several meters in diameter extended into the jungle in every direction. At present, the village seemed deserted.

“Ah, there you are!” a powerful voice exclaimed.

A man about Pietro’s age swaggered towards the group. Pietro could immediately tell he was one of the alphas. He was very broad shouldered, with beautiful, bulging arms, toned six-pack abs you could cut glass on, and a superman chest complete with giant nipples you could spend hours licking. But the main attraction was the erection he was sporting, which wagged in front of him as he walked. He had a good looking face, in a douchey way, that said: I’m gonna deck you with my cock and then shoot my load all over you.

“24 inches exactly,” Jack leaned over to whisper to him. “Biggest in his class.”

Pietro only heard “24 inches”. He wanted to drill that man, badly.

“Welcome back, Chris, Will. I see we’ve brought a new plaything back.”

“Yes—we found Jack hiding in the forest with him,” Will replied, uncuffing Pietro.

“Pietro,” Pietro said extending a hand. The man took it and they shook hands.

“Welcome, Pietro. My name is Nick, and this is our island. There are usually a lot more people here, but everyone’s out right now getting food, training, or getting a little exercise in. For now, it’s just me and a couple of my men.” He turned to Will. “When did he get here?”

“He’s been here a week apparently, says he’s been living off of food he showed up with,” Will said.

Chris popped in: “We were thinking you might like to eat with him this afternoon, sir, he said he hasn’t eaten in days.”

Pietro was about to protest that obvious lie, but he really was hungry—he had had nothing to eat or drink since yesterday, and since then he had put on nearly a foot of penis. It didn’t occur to Pietro that Chris was obviously interested in watching Pietro’s put on another few feet, but at this point, Pietro might not have cared, he was very dehydrated for some reason.

Had Nick noticed Pietro’s bulge at this point, he might not have invited Pietro for lunch. Pietro would later learn that the alpha’s in this tribe participate in physical training inspired by the gladiators that helped their cocks get big and fat. Not only did Nick have the biggest cock of all the training alphas, he was also the son of the chief of their tribe. He was in line to rule this island. Nick had no interest in Pietro’s cock getting bigger, but he hadn’t noticed how big Pietro was; he thought he was meeting a newcomer. He also didn’t seem to care that Pietro’s ass was still just hanging out.

“Off we go then,” Nick said. “Chris will finish preparing lunch with the others, while Will takes Jack to the stocks to be tied up.”

“No, please!” Jack protested. Whatever the stocks were, they weren’t good.

“You abandoned your alpha without prior notice or cause, per the rules, you must serve time in the stocks,” Nick said matter of factly. Jack was carried away shouting in protest. Pietro was alone.

“Now,” Nick said, “let’s eat!”

Nick lead Pietro to a large tent made of cloth and wood. In the tent was a long wooden table with large benches on either side. Nick sat at the head, with his 24-inch meat pressing up against the bottom of the table. Pietro clutched his package in his arms and lifted so he could maneuver himself onto a bench across from Nick. The wood against his bare ass reminded him of his paddle back home. Pietro’s bulge was approaching the size of a basketball and he could feel Nick’s hard on rubbing against the top of his balls.

“So, I take it you’ve already discovered the nature of our island. Most people would react with more shock to an erection such as mine.”

“Yes, Jack explained that to me shortly after he found me. It’s still very impressive.”

“Biggest in my class.” Nick said, leaning back in his chair.

“Your what?”

“Ah—Jack must’ve left out this part. If the water on this island really starts to endow a man, he is designated an alpha in training and put in a class with other training alphas. Together, we do exercises, gorge ourselves, and jack off to force our cocks to get as big and fat as humanly possible. Classes are comprised of guys of roughly the same size. In our society, alphas are judged by the number of men it takes to swallow their load, but really it’s by the size and strength of our boners. I’ve had this one for 18 hours, and I’ve spanked my monkey twice—it just won’t go down! I’m going for my record. I was saying that I’m the youngest guy in my class, but easily the biggest. I’ll be moving up a size class when a spot opens up.”

“And when will that happen?” Pietro asked, trying to distract himself. He could feel Nick’s warm erection pressing against his own massive bulge. He was trying to avoid crossing swords with Nick.

“Well, that depends. I move up when a spot opens up in the class above me, and that can happen in one of two ways. One, a spot opens up in the class two above me, and then the biggest member of the class above me advances, leaving a spot for me; or two, a training alpha can be removed from the system altogether if he stops getting bigger. If that happens to a guy above me, I can take his spot. That happens a lot actually. Lots of guys max out and can’t get any bigger, but I’m taking this puppy all the way to the top. The biggest guy in the top class becomes my tribe’s champion for a year and a full time alpha. My dad’s the chief of our tribe, biggest dick on the island, and I have six inches on him when he was my age. I’ve got it in the bag.”

“How do you get so big?” Pietro asked, biting his lip and digging his nails into the bench. Pietro didn’t think Nick would be happy to see what Pietro was hiding under the table and Pietro could feel an erection coming on.

“There are lots of exercises we do, but most of my 24-incher came from eating a lot and fucking a lot. I can down six large meat lovers without breaking a sweat, and my load feeds four guys.”

“Wouldn’t fucking slow it down? I know I usually feel soft and small after I finish.” Pietro said, with his five-pound bulge squeezed between his legs and the table.

“Not at all, every time I eat, drink, or come on this island—I get bigger,” Nick said, laughing. Pietro could feel Nick’s enormous penis throbbing with testosterone through the fabric of his speedo. He could’ve sworn he felt Nick’s cock getting longer under the table, rubbing against him in the process.

“And the bigger you are, the hornier you get.” Nick added in a cheeky tone. It seemed like Nick wanted to rub one out right then and there just to show Pietro.

“So you’re telling me that every time you give in to your appetites, your dick grows, and you get even hornier than you were before?”

“It’s a vicious cycle, and if they don’t move me up soon, I’m gonna get too big for the class above me too. They don’t have enough hands for my shaft.” Nick said proudly.

Chris entered with the two other servants with carts, carrying a prodigious amount of food. There were plates and plates of steaks, bacons, and hams; pizza boxes were piled on the table like napkins; 10 gallon water jugs were filled with protein shakes. There were burgers and fries in every free space, and a giant gravy boat filled with caramel sauce. Every meat you could possibly want was on (or under) the table.

“Ah—lunch is served!” Nick announced, before helping himself to his first roast chicken.

Pietro’s stomach rumbled and he was trapped. He was hungry enough to eat everything in front of him, but if he touched any of it, he was confident he would tear his speedo into a million pieces and paint the tent ceiling ten times over. If he tried to excuse himself, he couldn’t be sure Nick wouldn’t see his generous helping of Italian sausage and have his father punish him somehow. Chris opened up a box of donuts in front of Pietro, and Pietro lost his last shred of restraint.

Pietro tore through donuts like they were chips. He gave up quickly on one at a time. Within 30 seconds, he had finished his first dozen. He hungrily grabbed a second box and started again. 22 seconds later he was done and halfway through a tub of mac n’ cheese. After that he folded a pizza into a funnel and started pouring trays of hamburgers in, Pietro started to feel that powerful weight in his crotch that he had felt previously at the spring Jack had brought him to. Nick was working on his second pizza while Pietro was washing down his third pizza with two gallons of protein shake. As he guzzled it all down, Pietro felt his balls swelling larger and larger with spunk. Pietro couldn’t care—he had abandoned all thought to his ravenous frenzy.

He widened his legs for more room and kept eating.

In the heat of the moment, Pietro didn’t care how big he got. He wanted to grow. He wanted to be tall enough to ride the rollercoasters lying down. He wanted to get so big that people could use his dick as a diving board (if he didn’t reach all the way across the pool). He wanted a boner so massive that he could enter and exit a tunnel of love at the same time, if his cock wasn’t too fat.

“Bigger,” Pietro grunted between fistfuls of food.

He should’ve been careful what he wished for.

Part 8

Nick tapped out after three chickens, six pizzas, and a gallon of shake; meanwhile, Pietro was picking up the pace. Pietro’s balls popped out of his speedo, but he kept eating—they were now the size of grapefruits.

“I’m gonna eat until my balls burst!” Pietro thought to himself.

After his fourth rack of ribs, he started grabbing donuts and downing them four at a time. Pietro spread his legs wider to give himself room. His nuts were really plumping up now. He laughed to himself, thinking about the time he had managed to squeeze twelve donuts onto his dick; now, Pietro doubted that they would have enough donuts to cover him, and at the rate he was going, they’d sooner need car tires than donuts. Pietro felt his bull balls pressing against his thighs; he spread his legs further and kept eating—bigger than cantaloupes.

“Come on! Fatter! My balls are gonna be so big it’s stupid,” Pietro said under his breath.

Pietro could barely feel a stretch in his stomach—everything was going to his massive cojones. He was going to grow his pair until his feet couldn’t touch the ground anymore. Pietro started on a 9-inch high roast beef party sub; he was going three feet a minute, and if he didn’t stop soon, Pietro was going to experience three feet of meat per minute in a whole new way. Pietro stretched his legs even wider for room as he fattened his balls up—they were now dodgeball sized. “Fatter!” he told himself.

Pietro finished his fifth pie and spread his legs more. His nutsack was filling out faster and faster. Pietro tilted a pot of meatballs into his mouth. They were tiny compared to his. At this point, it wasn’t clear whether or not Pietro was going to stop before one of his testicles physically popped from the pressure; he could only hold so much. He started on another party sub.

“Fatter!”

He was now up to bowling ball status. At this point, his nuts were getting so enormous so quickly, that with every bite it looked like someone was pumping them up with a bike pump, his aching balls blowing up with each pump. In a moment of cheeky pleasure, Pietro pulled one of his hands away and slapped his right testicle—they were so heavy with cum that it didn’t move, it just jiggled like a giant hot water bottle. Still he was unsatisfied; he could still see his feet.

“Not fat enough!”

Pietro’s coin purse was definitely fat enough. Each of his nuts was throbbing bigger and bigger; each now larger than his head. Another party sub.

Fatter!” Pietro yelled out loud.

Pietro’s balls were starting to ache from sheer volume. It was like he was overpumping Macy’s Parade floats.

He started audibly moaning.

“Unh—they’re so big, I—unh—I can feel the north—unh—and south hemispheres of each nut separately,” he said, rubbing his north poles. He kept eating.

At this point he was stuck in a permanently straddle, with his massive balls teeming with jizz squeezed in between his legs.

“Mmf—they’re so big I can’t see the ground anymore,” he kept eating.

His boys were now the size of watermelons. They bounced deliciously; Pietro’s fruit was plump and ripe.

“I can’t stop – uNH—”

Pietro winced in pain as a sharp pain ran through his expanding nutsack. He laughed and kept eating.

“FATTER!”

They couldn’t hold any more.

“FATTER!”

Pietro wouldn’t stop eating.

“FATTER!”

And his balls were getting bigger and bigger with each bite.

“FATTER! FATTER! FATTER” Pietro moaned.

His testicles were so big, they were going to literally pop.

“FAT-Woah”

Pietro’s balls had gotten so big that they had just made contact with the underside of the wooden table; they were now wedged between the bench and the table.

“Fuck, they’re enormous, I can’t move!” Pietro moaned under his breath. He was right; Pietro was pinned between the bench and his gigantic set. Still he kept eating.

“FATTER!”

Pietro’s nuts were seconds away from rupture when Pietro finally ran out of food.

Pietro’s giant kiwis were now the size of antique globes.

He was teeming with spunk; the cum pressure in his testes was painfully high.

He finally came to his senses and realized what he had done.

“Oh god.”

Nick turned to Pietro—he had previously been occupied stroking himself in anticipation of an erection. He had assumed that Pietro’s yelling was just Pietro encouraging him.

“Everything all right?”

“Yeah!” Pietro said quickly, as his testicles ballooned even bigger. His balls were starting to jack up his side of the table, and silverware was starting to slide off the other side. Using all of his weight, Pietro shoved the biggest organs in his body under the table. They rested comfortably on the ground. His babymakers were so big, you could fit a baby in each one.

“Fuck, they’re so big you could use them as pillows – no, they’re getting too big for that—you could use them as seats. Pretty soon they’re gonna be bean bags—waterbeds. I could put out a three-story fire with each nut. They’re wider across than I am. I can’t believe they fit in that speedo ten minutes ago. I’m not gonna be able to move without a wheelbarrow!”

Seeing just how massive his pair was getting was starting to make Pietro hard.

They just kept getting fatter and fatter.

“Oh fuck—here it comes!”

Pietro was pumping his beach balls so big that they were starting to lift the table off the ground, this time squeezed between the ground and the table.

He needed a tree trunk cock to match.

Description Male model Pietro washes up on a remote island inhabited by a society of men where everyone wants their cock to be as big and fat as humanly possible. Pietro just wants to go home, but his almost constant boner is getting bigger and bigger, and he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be able to walk.

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