Date: Mon, 08 Jun 2009 18:38:37 -0400
From: finitedragon@aol.com
Subject: A Tale of Vore, chapter 2

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inappropriate for younger children.  Homosexual themes are contained
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Fetishes Covered:
Cock Vore, Cock Growth, Hyperphallic

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	Grumbling he shifted his weight as he started getting dressed.  On
pulled a pair of gray briefs, followed by a pair of blue jeans.  A blue
t-shirt was pulled on, before he headed into the living room of his small
two bedroom apartment.  He shared it with his friend, who was rarely in
without another woman on his arm.  He didn't mind though.

	He pulled out his laptop, a Latitude D600, with the stock 40
gigabyte hard drive.  It wasn't the fastest laptop, but it worked just fine
for him.  Using the wireless network he set up, he set about doing his
usual morning routine.  Checking his e-mails, browsing a few forums,
reading a couple of stories online.  The usual nerd stuff.  I know I'm
glossing over this part, but that's because it's boring, mundane, and
irritating.

	So, instead of boring you with the details, I'll go ahead and move
on to about lunch time.  His stomach grumbled a bit as he glared at the
clock on his laptop.  Shutting down the machine, he stood up and made his
way to the refrigerator.  He opened the white door and began rummaging
around, through the food within.  He grabbed some beef lo-mein from last
night and made his way to the microwave.  Turning it on for two minutes, he
put the container inside and turned it on, shaking his head a little as he
started the microwave and waited.  His mind drifted, absently, as the timer
ticked down.  He reached down, subconsciously, to adjust himself, bearly
noticing that it felt more substantial, fuller.  He shook off the feeling
as the timer counted down.

	Grabbing the container of beef and noddles, he also grabbed a fork
and sat down at the table and began to eat. Again, his mind wandered.  What
would be do tonight?  He'd probably get back online for a bit and go to
sleep.  Oddly, though, he had the desire to go to a bar.  That's really
unusual, but hey.  When the mood strikes, may as well.  He leaned back,
getting this strange feeling, again, like his pants were tightening.
Reaching down, he adjusted himself, once more, and bit back a moan.  Why
the hell did that feel so good?  Putting the lo-mein down, he headed to the
bathroom to check.

	Immediately, he noticed that his pants fit oddly, stretched out in
his crotch, bowing around his endowment.  He reached down, to cup his
genitals, and bit back another moan.  What the hell?  His hand reached up,
unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as the fabric fell away, his underwear
stretched tautly across his flesh.  He reached down, pulling his underwear
and pants down in one fell swoop.  He couldn't help himself as he reached
down, eyes wide.  His endowment was large.  Larger than it should be.
Normally, soft, he was bout two inches long.  Now, he was about as long as
he was when he was hard.  His balls, though, stole the show.  They had to
be as big as baseballs, and the were so sensitive.  As he cupped them, he
felt pleasure exploding through his entire body, like a miniature orgasm.

	He couldn't resist it, the innate urge.  His hand, softly, ghosted
along his now much larger cock, the flesh quickly expanding upwards,
stretching, his eyes wide.  Seven ... eight ... nine ... ten ... It had to
be almost a foot long, and as thick as a beer can.  He moaned, rubbing the
turgid flesh slowly, unable to cope with the explosive blossoming of
pleasure. His hand extended, downwards, cupping his now monsterous
testicles, shock and awe filling his mind as he felt their expanse, so
huge.  They felt like they were boiling, demanding attention, and he had to
give it.  He cupped them, rubbing them tenderly.

	This was not enough, however.  He wanted more ... The gaping slit
of his cock roared at him, demanding something, ANYTHING to fill the
growing void within.  His hand gripped it, moaning at the strange emptiness
within his body, as well as within his crotch.  He had to find a way to
fill it.  Leaving his underwear, and pants, in the bathroom, he stagger
outwards, dripping a venerable river of precum as he struggled to get to
the bedroom.  He pushed open the door, not caring that his room mate would
be able to see him from the front door.  Pushing open his closet, he
grabbed his box of toys from the back and pulled it out.

	Snarling, he grabbed one of his largest dildos, and unceremoniously
shoved it up his ass.  The stretching felt so fucking good.  He moaned,
grabbing onto the side of his bed as the dildo stretched something, so deep
inside him.  GOD it felt good.  Turning on the vibrator function, he moaned
loudly, grinding back against the dildo, wanting more, larger, to stretch
him wider.  But still, the emptiness in his cock progressed, growing
stronger, more powerful He growled, grabbing another of his toys, a
buttplug, and shoved it into his cockhead.  Lost in pleasure at finally
feeling full, he didn't notice his cock stretch around the plastic, pushing
his flesh outwards, and sliding down.  When the object struck his prostate,
he screamed, being stretched from inside and outside his prostate.

	His orgasm was massive, coating the wall of his bedroom, and
portions of the ceiling as his seemingly bottomless balls as the buttplug
went flying out of his cock, landing against the wall with a loud thud.
His hands gripped the bed as the orgasm continued harder, building.  His
eyes were closed as his cock stretched upwards, slowly, filling out with
more and more flesh, his balls expanding, slowly, with each and every shot.
After nearly a half hour, by his mind, of orgasming, the now almost foot
and a half long cock thudded onto his chest, the massive balls hanging over
the side of the bed, almost the size of a footballs.

	His mind was whited out, in an unconscious state for a long time,
his mind wandering into and out of a comatose wonder of the strongest
afterglow he's ever had.  And, as the afterglow finally began to fade, he
heard the door open.  His room mate stared into his room, from the front
door.  "Dude, what the fuck happened?"

"I'm not sure."