Date: Thu, 26 May 2022 20:38:16 +0100
From: Paul <speedychopslover@gmail.com>
Subject: Breeders & Bulls Part 7 - Final

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Breeders and Bulls Part 7 Final


(Chapter 64.) A new start.


Those first few days after we escaped from Albion everything was
manic. Liam worked constantly. Many meetings were had with Hans, Rolo,
Alderton, and others I didn't recognize. From time to time, I hear Liam's
raised voice, and sometimes the raised voices of others. Everything is
tense. He talks about safety, the backlash for Angel, Mother, and even at
one point Little Brett. The tension is high and I can sense that what Liam
has done is still having repercussions that I don't fully understand. The
part of me that is still angry about how Liam kept this a secret is holding
back. Liam seems frantic and doesn't sleep. I spend time looking after the
boys and try to take in our new surroundings. Eventually, the meetings seem
calmer and almost cordial.


It is our fifth day before he holds me and breaks down in my arms. He sobs
and apologizes; mostly it is relief, but I do get a sense of genuine regret
about how he behaved. He tells me he has an agreement that will keep us
safe. Compromises were made, but it is a good deal for us as a family. He
goes to the city to make a visi cast message. He records a message for
consumption back in Albion; he follows an agreed script that he has
resigned as President due to ill health. It seemed to work.


Counsel Alderton was made President in his place as per Liam's handover. As
the last bull in the Connor line, Liam could do that. With Senator Rolo
onside and a few other senators bought off, the stink died down pretty
quickly. I know from Liam's demeanor that he is more relaxed and I start to
feel safe.


Those early days I was in a state of confusion, anger, and shock. How would
we live? What would we do? Did we have credit for things? Liam explained to
me liquidating assets meant we had most of his father's credit.  He had
spent months with Alderton moving bonds, selling assets, and moving funds
to safe-havens. He is almost certain Sam had credit hidden away that he
hadn't found. It didn't mean an awful lot to me. Liam just eventually said
we were now pretty fucking wealthy, and I understood that.


Liam said that Angel cried when he told him the news of his plan. Angel
also said his greatest fear was for Richard and that at some point his son
would end up as a breeder or worse, a whore like his mother. As hard as it
would be, he had known it was for the best. He also told me Angel said,
`Get my baby brother out of this shit hole country, and if you are half the
man I think you are, restore my baby brother to the bull he was always
meant to be.'


That was so like Angel and made me laugh. I am still sad about leaving him
and Albion behind in the way we did. Liam thinks when the time passes we
will be able to visi cast Albion. We just need to keep a low profile for a
few months, maybe a year.


The shock and anger wore off. I still didn't understand why he hadn't said
anything to me, not really. It was the way with Liam he would do the right
thing, just not necessarily do it in the right way. The days after we got
here, things with Liam and me were tense. But with three babies on hand and
Liam still trying to sort out the mess, finding time to argue was harder
than you can imagine, and I tried pretty fucking hard.


Family and taking care of three kids kind of gets in the way of a good
grudge. The main factor stopping me from arguing more was that I had the
relief of being out of Albion. I know my boys will have a different life
than mine. Sure, I could be angry with Liam, but knowing that was all the
comfort I really needed. Liam and his issues of trust were discussions for
another time, another day. We were here now, and for the most part I felt a
sense of hope for our three boys, for Liam and also for myself.


....


This country is so odd to me. I still keep the kids naked around the house
and myself. I am not sure about clothes. They seem so unnecessary. Except
for the tit holder, which is the most remarkable garment ever. Complicated
but remarkable. You can work out in one of those babies. I love that
garment. Clothes just seem, I don't know, mostly kind of dumb.


Avon has bad weather. It is so fucking cold here, well compared to
Albion. So I sort of understand protection from the cold. In that respect,
wearing clothes outdoors seems ok I guess. However, inside it seems
unnecessary. Socks and shoes are revolting, and Liam was right, his feet
sweat and so do mine, and they smell worse than my cunt sometimes.


I am also of mixed mind about the undergarments and pads. They do soak up
the slime, but they smell a bit after a while. All in all, I prefer the
freedom of being naked indoors, even as a breeder. I think it will be some
time before I am convinced about garments. They are overused here in Avon.


Avon uses visi casts for more than just messages. Here, it is also used as
a source of entertainment. I am yet to be convinced this is much in the way
of entertainment at all. Those early weeks the election was on. I got very
angry because there was a visi cast and some man was saying horrible things
about Hans and what a terrible job he had done. I had to turn it off. This
place is not very courteous. So from what I understand of democracy, it is
a lot of angry people saying bad things about each other and being
rude. They can keep that.


When I told Hans that the visi cast was dull, he introduced me to porn. He
thought I might enjoy that, and I thought it was a comedy with lots of
short men with small dicks butt fucking each other. Or lots of pussy guys
getting fucked by small cocks. 7 to 8 inches seems to be enormous in
Avon. The pussy men intrigue me. They are the ones who take Pussy Guy to
get pussies sometimes for a night, or sometimes permanently. I often wonder
about that as a choice. It makes me think of my own situation. Hans and I
agreed that visi casts are not really my thing.


The men here are mostly short and puny. They are not like the bulls of
Albion. When Liam and I go out, we stand out. We are like giants in this
land. Sometimes we will see a tall guy but very rarely. Avon is the land of
the puny. I am not sure what I think of the men here. We noticed the
difference when Liam tried on an Avon XXL condom; it was far too tight and
small. We had to order in special condoms for his dick.


I think about York, Aiden, Mason and Thomas and how big they were and Liam
and how big he is. Few men we see compare. I do notice, though, that from
time to time I will see a guy and my pussy tingles.


I have to say our house is stunningly beautiful. We have a small indoor
pool, a hot bubble bath thing, and a sauna. All of them heated, which I
thought was strange at first, but as it is so cold, I understand why
everything here needs some sort of heating.


We have a gym and like much of the house; it has a large window overlooking
a constantly changing scene of mountains, boats on the lake. It is
mesmerizing. The clouds change so much. I never saw so many clouds, big
dark angry clouds one minute and light fluffy the next, then clear. It is
like the immersion unit, only it doesn't make me dizzy as I work out.


I love the food here. It all tastes so different and fresh and
wonderful. There's so much fish. Hans had convinced me of fish in Albion,
but here there is so much of it and done so many ways. Fish is definitely
my new favorite thing to eat. Avon is different and strange; some of those
differences are better and others less so. I will take time to adjust.


The other thought that is never far from the surface is that I can be
restored like Liam's mother, Hans. Avon does offer me that chance. People
here have freedom, and I have no real sense of what that means, but I am
sure I will find out.


I try not to speak to Liam about it. I almost feel like it would be a
betrayal of sorts. I am his breeder and he is my bull. I don't want him to
feel like I am rejecting him. I am sure he will understand and support
me. I just need to find the right time and words to discuss it properly
with him. I don't want to say anything that would hurt him, and I fear I
could easily do that with a badly chosen phrase.


....


Hans is one of the bright spots in all of this and when he lost the
election, two weeks after we defected, he had time on his hands. He loves
spending that time with the grandkids and me. He is also a great person to
talk to about how I feel.


Hans takes me to eat at a real fancy place in the city and it is a huge
room with gold leaf, chandeliers and paintings and mirrors on the
walls. Some of the paintings have women on them. I thought they were
strange fleshy breeders but no, these paintings are from the olden times
and are real women.


I stare at them in amazement. They look so different from most
breeders. Women are not attractive at all to my way of thinking. They are
softer and have painted faces but not tattoos, and Hans explains some of it
to me and tells me we should go to the city gallery of ancient art. I
wasn't sure because that sounded sort of boring, the type of thing Jonas
would have enjoyed, but I agree we will do that one day. I mostly hope that
Hans will forget.


As we were eating in that grand room, I spotted a handsome guy and saw that
Hans was looking at him as well.


"I think we share similar tastes, in that one," I tell Hans, giving him a
knowing look.


Hans chuckles and calls him over and they chat for a while. He really is
quite attractive, light short red hair and curly, not like Liam's deep red
straight hair. He has no beard and blue eyes. A short guy, maybe 5 feet 11
inches, but sexy with it. A little older than me and a lot younger than
Hans.


Hans and he chat for a while, polite talk for Avon. I learn his name is
Austin. This is not the shouting of the visi cast. Eventually he leaves and
I grin asking, . "How do you know Austin, then?"


"An old friend," Hans says, grinning back at me.


"Yeah oh I know. So did this old friend fuck you when you had a cunt?" I
ask, laughing.


I see Hans choke on his wine a bit. "No Brett. I fucked him for what it is
worth," he whispers and starts laughing.


"What in the ass?" I ask, my voice hushed. Trying to work out the polite
rules of conversation in Avon.


"Yes, but mostly in his cunt," Hans says and leans forward. He says the
word cunt quietly.


"But he didn't look like a breeder!" I say, and I look over at Austin
again. He really doesn't look like a breeder. I see him sitting there
looking like any other man of Avon. I try to process it. Garments hide so
much in this place.


"Brett, honey, he is a pussy guy like I was. He has a full pussy. He
decided he preferred that to having his dick, and he has a cunt," Hans says
casually.


"But he looks so normal."


"Well, that is because he is Brett. I mean, you have a pussy as
well. Nobody in here would know that looking at you," Hans laughs.


"I know, but I have huge tits as well. No mistaking me for a bull, not with
these puppies. And then there is my voice," I say, still squeezing my tits.


"Well, see him over there. And then him second booth to the right. And him
at the bar." My eyes dart around the room. The three guys Hans points out
to me they all have tits. The guy in the booth, well, his tits are as big
as mine. I hadn't even noticed amongst all the throngs of people that I am
not quite as freakish as I sometimes feel.


"Breeders? Huh. I didn't think you had breeders here," I say, confused.


"We don't. And don't assume just because a guy has tits, he has a pussy as
well Brett. They just might want tits. It isn't common, but it isn't that
odd," Hans says, smiling at me.


"Mmm, this place is strange. You know, Hans, this is all so different to
me. So you can have tits and a dick in Avon?"


"If that is what you want, yes," Hans says and holds my hand.


I stare around the room again. I notice a man at the bar. He wears very
tight trouser pants that have no bulge and show lips almost like me in my
undergarments. I try not to stare at the man who has pussy lip
pants. Austin wasn't wearing pants like that. I wonder how many men in this
room have cunts like me.


Hans smiles at me. "Try not to stare, dear," Hans says, smiling at me.


"How can you tell who has what?" I ask.


"Well, you can't always, and even a guy with a dick might want a pussy when
it comes to sex. You talk, you explore, you find out what you like and what
you don't," Hans squeezes my hand. "Right now it is confusing, I know
that. Let me tell you about Avon, pussy guys and choice," Hans says and
talks about Avon. I sort of knew most of this, but seeing it for real is so
strange and hard to process.


I think I am really starting to see that this is a place where people chose
what they want and who they are and what they are comfortable with in terms
of their sex organs. Not like Albion and the Academy. Hans and Liam had
both told me this, but I never appreciated the extent of the choices or the
reality of it. The lack of judgment about men with cunts. The openness of
men with tits. The equality it is only really now sinking in as I see it
with my own eyes. Hidden by garments, but somehow I sense it in the lack of
stares.


Avon seems a million miles removed from that horrible production factory of
Albion that forces people into roles they may or may not want. It starts to
sink in that, however strange Avon is, as a mother I can let my children
chart their own course. I suppose I was skeptical, but seeing that the guy
with tits is not marked out as odd or unusual, and everyone is allowed to
just be. Well, it was all so conceptual until now. I like this place, it
might be fucking cold, but that seems a small price to pay to be the person
you want to be.


"Still, who would choose to have tits? They are miserable things when you
are working out," I say.


"Liam would if he was brave enough," Hans says, and we both chuckle.


"Hans. That was cruel. He is your son and my beloved bull," I say, almost
trying to tell him off.


"You laughed as well, Brett. Oh, Brett, I love him, but that boy is no
bull, as you call him. He is playing the part, just you see."


I look at Hans and smile. "So, do any guys have breeder voices?" I say my
strangulated squeal is still a reminder of that time with Liam's father and
a constant reminder of what he made me every time I speak.


"Not really Brett, honey. I am sure some men do that but it really isn't
very common," Hans says as he looks at me.


"Look Brett, I hope you don't mind. I made some inquiries. Your voice can
be restored. There is a clinic here in Avon. It is a relatively simple
procedure, remote surgery and an overnight stay in the clinic. I think it
is time, don't you?" Hans says and smiles.


"Time? To get my voice back," I say those words in my squeal and so
desperately want my old boy voice.


Hans smiles at me. "Not just your voice, honey. I think it is time for you
and my son to start to talk. To think about your new lives together. I am
not sure it will be easy for either of you. Baby steps, perhaps. But it is
time to start thinking about getting Brett back." Hans smiles at me and
squeezes my hand hard this time.


I love Hans, and he is right. Since I saw him with his dick. I could think
of nothing else and now we are here and I know it is possible I think of
very little else. We have only been here a few weeks, and I see the chances
I have. I am still that boy who walked into the Academy.


"Yes. I want him back. He really never went away," I say to Hans, I say
that out loud. That admission feels good. I feel something I haven't felt
since the day I went into the medical facility at the academy and they cut
me. It is a small thing, but one I cling to. I feel hope.


....


So the next week I am lying in a bed in the clinic. My throat is sore. Liam
sat with me. Hans had booked the treatment for me as a present for Avon
Day, a week after that lunch. He is a wily fox. No wonder he is a
politician. It avoided me having to have an in-depth conversation with
Liam. I am sure we will be fine, but I think both Liam and I are skirting
around the issue trying to find the right time to express what we want for
ourselves in this new land. Now here I am a week later in the clinic.


I drink some water and feel a little bit sick.


"Hey Baby, how are you?" Liam asks as he looks down on me smiling.


"Good." My voice still feels and sounds funny, raspy from the procedure and
still high pitched.


"Brett, baby, try not to talk."


"You wanted that for years," I say, and he laughs.


"The Doctor says you are good to go. We should have you home in an
hour. You should have your new bull voice back in a few days, maybe a
week." He strokes my hair and holds my hand.


The next day I feel fine but my voice is still high-pitched and screechy. I
hope it worked. The Clinic did say there was a small chance it wouldn't and
after 4 days I am down and still whining like a breeder bitch.


Liam takes me out for dinner to cheer me up and Hans looks after the kids.


"I don't think it has worked," I say as I polish off a beer and try to
stifle a small beer burp.


"Look, if it hasn't, we can go back. We will do this Brett. I know this is
important for you and for me." Liam gives me a reassuring grin.


"Yeah." I guess.


I wave over the service bot. "Two more beers, please. I am going to skip
dessert, but the pig here wants one. Sorry, baby, what did you want?" I say
to Liam. I look at him, smiling and beaming.


"I wanted the Hazelnut Torte."


"THe HAZ...Hazelnnnuuttt...The ToORRRT!" I say. My throat feels strange. It
has done for days, but now it feels almost like the tightness of the last
few days has collapsed. There is a strange release of built-up tension just
gone.


The bot wizzes off and fuck knows what we will get.


"My VOIthhce," I say. "LIAMMM it is coming back," I say, and I grab my
throat, the pitch is all over the place and not just high but deep.


Liam leaps out of his chair and hugs me. "Oh, Brett. Thank god," he
says. He lifts me up briefly and puts me down. He hugs me and squeezes me
tightly, and I look up a little and into his eyes.


"Liam. I think," I cough and take a sip of the water. "I think. By the gods
that is deep. My voice sounds strange. This isn't my boy's voice at all. It
is much deeper."


"Brett, your voice is deep again," Liam says, squeezing me and kissing me
and holding me.


I kiss him back and we both realize people are looking and we sit back down
and the bot returns with an apple tart and two beers.


Liam laughs, "Oh, God Brett. Say something."


"I can't believe it," I say. I hold my throat, I touch my lips and the
voice is deep again. This is not a breeder bitch voice. "Liam, my voice is-
it's so deep. I mean really fucking deep," I say, and I almost feel the
bass of my voice in my chest.


He looks at me and laughs. "A real bull voice," he says.


"Liam, this isn't funny." My words are deep and slower somehow.


"Oh, it is funny Brett. It is," Liam says, laughing.


"My voice. Shit, Liam, it was never this deep. I don't even think York
talks this deep and he sounds really dumb. Fuck Liam, I sound dumb. Listen
to me." I say.


"Brett baby, breaking news," Liam says and laughs.


"You are not fucking funny," I say, trying to get used to the booming dull,
slow noise of my voice.


......


That night we drank and when I got over the shock of just how deep my voice
got, I sort of realized how much I secretly liked the new deep, but dumb,
booming sound.


We got back to the house a little drunk and Hans opens some fizzy for us
and hugged me . He laughed at me and told me how he could eat me all up.


We head up to the bedroom and I push Liam onto the bed and he lies there
with his big long thin bull cock soft between his legs and I suck him
off. I want to suck him hard and I do, and I know I can suck him as much as
I want now. I could anyway, but now it just seems different. My mouth isn't
a cunt anymore, it is just a mouth and voice. A really deep dumb-bull
voice. Like York's.


I take in the scent of his balls and his dick. He has got a good bull smell
tonight. Fucker had leaked a lot of pre into his undergarments and I smell
the odor of his cock and nuts. Sweaty from being contained in those
pants. I wonder if I will ever have this wonderful aroma, not the sickly
overpowering bitch smell that catches my nose as I peel off my soaking
undergarments.


I suck his rock hard, bull pole. I almost get my nose down to his thick
golden cock ring and he pushes me off and shuffles back further onto the
bed. I really know that I am a better cocksucker now than I ever thought I
would be and his dicks strains in my mouth as I feel him get close.


I pull my head off him and kiss him and force the taste of his dick deep
into his mouth. He moans beneath me and I roll off him and grab the strap
on. "I am going to fuck your butt," I say and he giggles and gets on all
fours.


I pull on the strap on and run my fingers over the raised folds of his fat
breeder bloom slick with his butt juice. He moans and groans with pleasure
as I lean down and eat out the fat wet folds of his ass cunt. I love how
much he responds to me eating his ass out. I also love it when he eats my
ripe butt pucker, so I know how good this feels for him.


I stop briefly and tug on the hard shaft of his cock hanging below
him. "Fuck me Brett, fuck my hole," He moans as I hold his fat bull balls
and fondle him for a brief while, catching my breath.


"Take that dick, bitch." I yell at him as I plunder the ripe, aching empty
butt cunt before me.


"Fuck so good." He screams back at me in his deep voice. I have an inner
smile that mine is deeper. I love it as I fuck him. I don't mind that I
can't feel anything more than the pressure on my clit as I drive the dildo
deep into his sloppy butt. Each thrust deep into him, just a tiny pressure
teasing me.


I don't care because the noise I make is me, or a version of me I like. I
pound his hole and he cums all too quickly. I hear him grunt and see his
body shudder in orgastic pleasure. His grunts are deep and satisfying and
as I lick his sensitive cock clean and kiss him more. I hope the noise of
the orgasm I make will be as deep and bullish.


I straddle him. I plunge his rock-hard bull cock deep into my pussy and it
feels amazing as I straddle him and don't let out a breeder whimper but a
deep groan of pleasure.


"Condom," he says.


"No, I had my bleed a few days ago. Let me feel you inside me now, fuck me
hard," I say, and I love that my voice sounds commanding and not
pleading. That I sound almost like the old me. Maybe a deeper, slower,
dumber sounding version of me. I slam down hard on him and feel the thick
ring of gold of his cock ring that lets me know I hilted my man.


"Fuck Brett. My cock feels so fucking good in you," he says.


"Yeah. Well, I want you to fuck me hard, Liam. I want you to make me yell
with pleasure." I say and Liam begins to thump up and into my wet, needy
snatch as I ride him.


"Squeeze my fucking tits, Liam, squeeze them," I yell as I let my thighs
take over the riding and I pound on to him. I smile as his hands leap up
and grasp the fleshy mounds in his big hands..


"Fucking work those fat fun bags and fuck me you sexy bastard," I yell, and
love this vocal me. The needy pleas are gone, the deep voice back. The
pleasure was more intense and the shame lessened. For the first time in an
age. I love the sound of my voice.


I cum hard and fast, my pussy trying to milk his raw cock.


He doesn't cum and rolls me onto my back and fucks me hard and I scream and
moan and wail and from some miracle of the gods my shrieks are gone. My
deep bass reverberates down to my cunt as I yell.


"Fuck Me. Fuck my pussy hard." I boom at him as he pumps me hard.


I cum so hard the second time and so does he, and he floods my cunt with
his seed and he collapses on top of me. We are sweaty and spent his bull
cock buried deep in my breeder cunt. His dick is soft, but still big enough
to feel good and connected to him.


"I love you, Liam," I say and he kisses me.


"I fucking love you too Brett," he kisses me hard and I feel a wetness on
his face.


"I am sorry he did that to you, Brett. Every word you said to me has been
torture," he says.


I wipe his cheeks.


"I know, baby. It wasn't your fault, Liam, it wasn't your fault," I say,
and squeeze Liam tight, his bull cock still deep in me, and he sobs. And I
know it was torture for him and for me.


"Hey, baby Senator Sam Connor is now still screaming like a bitch. He is
nothing more than a breeder whore called Sammy getting fucked by a man he
hates and passed around the rich and famous as some party piece. You beat
him, Liam, and I am thankful for that."


The sound of my cunt farting breaks the moment and we both laugh as I let
rip a few more squelchy queefs.


...


The next morning is hell. Liam and I both have headaches, from the
drinking, and baby Richard and Jake won't let me near them without
crying. They are scared shitless and confused as to why their mother now
sounds like someone completely different.


It took two fucking days of trying to comfort the little buggers to get
them calmed down. Baby Liam, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious
and just kept laughing every time I said something.


.....


(Chapter 65.) A bump in the road.


We have been here in Avon for three months now, and it is getting
warmer. We take the kids down to the lake, explore the old city and go out
and just take in this strange new place that is Liam's homeland. It really
is spectacular and as strange as it can be. It is also wonderful. Jake and
Liam turned one and Richard will not be far behind. We let Grandmother Hans
sort out the party.


They crawled around. All three of them are trying to walk, they sort of
help and hinder each other. They will often end up in a mass of bodies,
sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. Hans spoils them with toys, and they
have no idea what the hell is going on. Jake is sick from ice cream, and it
is pandemonium and fun.


There is a sense of freedom here in Avon, for me at least. I only feel
second class because of how I see myself. But I am not made to feel that
way by those around me. I can go where I want, order what I want. I can go
to the gym and there is only one shower. No separate place for Breeders or
Bulls. Everyone is a bull here, or a man at least. I can swim with Liam in
the public pools, change with him afterwards and use the same toilets as
everyone else. Well, I can't use the piss wall, but it is all in the same
space. Other men are polite and sure I get looks, and fuck, I would hate it
if nobody looked at me, but it wasn't then followed up with groping and
words like bitch.


I am still not sure about clothes shopping and getting clothes, but Hans
helps me. Going out with Hans is interesting. Many people talk to him, some
kindly others less so. He always gets V.I.P. treatment wherever we go. He
often has a security person with him and some of them I have got to know a
little. Tony is my favorite. Hans told me Tony is a pussy guy. He is not as
puny as many men in Avon. Rather, Tony is tall, maybe 6 feet 3 inches. The
clothes, on the other hand, give me a headache. The choice, the function,
is so confusing.


Garments for all sorts of occasions. Summer, winter, going out, staying
in. Sex. Some of the sex garments have me puzzled. Tit holders that don't
really seem to be designed to hold tits. Undergarments that have little
more than straps and small swathes of cloth. Leather, rubber. My head
spins. Hans laughs and in the end, I let him buy me what he wants. I just
request him not to buy me anything too tight downstairs or anything that
will make me look foolish.


Liam seemed confused when I told him about letting Hans help me get some
new garments. He also said that some of the choices were a little
flamboyant, and asked if I had not noticed that Hans wears garments that
tend to stand out. I think Liam is a little jealous. That is what Hans said
and told me that flamboyant just means sexy, but in a fabulous way.


In some ways I need never leave the house. However, after the first couple
of weeks, I felt as much a prisoner here as I did in Albion. Liam was
worried when I first suggested I wanted to go out on my own and to the
gym. He kept saying we have a gym here. But I explained I needed to get out
of the house from time to time and the gym was always my escape. He offered
to come with me that first time, but I insisted I would be fine.


I remember standing in the changing rooms, butt naked tits and pussy on
display, but hardly anybody batted an eye. Still, I felt my confidence ebb,
and I covered myself with a towel as soon as I could. There are far more
pussy guys than I thought. The men with dicks have cocks of all shapes and
sizes. Well, mostly quite small, they look like a sample of the boys of
Albion before Golden Nectar. A small number of men are cut, about 1 in 20
according to Hans, but mostly they are not. Many of them wear tight
garments to work out in. These garments show what a man has to offer, cocks
mostly, but many have no bulge and the tight material shows a camel toe,
the sign of a pussy.


When working out, I wear loose garments. Some men I notice in the changing
area wear an undergarment that fascinates me. It is what looks like a
number of straps with a cock holding pouch at the front and no material
covering their asses. These strange items remind me of tit holders for
cocks and balls.


As I watch people change at the gym I remember how much I loved the feeling
of my thick long cock and big balls slapping, swinging and swaying when I
would work out before I was changed. In any event, clothes for bulls in
gyms are a dumb idea. I will never change my view on this.


For me, however, the tit holder and loose pants offer a welcome shield. I
watch the guys as they undress. Most are proud, even those who have small
dicks. I see some who are not much bigger than Aiden or Jonas strutting
openly with their little peckers on display. I see very few shy men. I try
not to be like that, but in truth, I am now the shy person. I feel here I
should be proud of my body. Yet I hide my shame under a towel and
loose-fitting garments. I struggle to shower and spend much of my time
hiding my cunt from view. I am not like the proud pussy guys I see all the
time.


Not long after my first visit, I got talking to some guy. He was working
out near me and asked me about my bench technique. He was named David, a
cute blond guy. I helped him with his workout and as we headed to the
changing area, he proudly undressed. He had a 6 inch soft uncut cock, and
it looked a lot like my old dick. David was clearly not like the puny men
of Albion and was by far the biggest one I saw in Avon.


I stared at his dick while he talked to me and it stayed soft during the
whole conversation and for a while; I was worried that he didn't find me
attractive. I found myself having a little pussy gush. He is quite cute and
has a great cock. But I realized he was just being friendly. There was no
agenda, and I found that odd as we chatted away in the shower.


He was tallish, 6 feet 1 inch, guy, broad and trying to get bigger. I gave
him my details and told him I would meet him in a couple of days. We could
work out together, and I would show him some moves.


Leaving the comfort of the house and venturing out on my own had been a big
step. I was quite fearful, but I was determined to do it and at first it
was hard. I tried to not let it show to Liam, but after my first visit I
was unsure I had done the right thing. However, after meeting David and
chatting with some other guys, I was proud of myself. Sure, I was shy in
the changing rooms, but I had some sense of purpose and some sense of being
me. I did start to meet my friend David at the gym and I liked him. He was
a fun guy to be around and Liam seemed pleased I made a friend.


I was also pleased that on the fourth time I worked out with David, he
popped a boner when we showered together and he blushed and apologized. I
was pleased as I watched his dick harden that he did find me attractive. I
was not pleased as his dick continued to grow and topped out at 10
inches. This shocked me for several reasons. I had felt David was more
built for Albion than Avon, but this proved it. However, what was more
shocking was that seeing his hard dick it was like looking at a copy of my
old cock framed by David's trimmed, blond pubic hair.


I wanted to scream; you have my cock, you bastard. I could feel my pussy
leak at the sight of my old dick. Even the pattern of his veins and the way
his foreskin nestled after it unfurled was reminiscent of my lost organ.
Everything was so similar to what I used to have. It was like someone had
given him a transplant, only I knew that wasn't true. I stood there staring
at him hiding my fat ugly clitty, firmed and buzzing with arousal, from the
sight of his cock. My leaking juices reminding me that I had a pussy. His
dick was a reminder of what I had lost.


....


Not long after that, I finally decided it was time to speak to Liam about
getting my cock restored. Ever since that time I saw Hans and his cock and
that conversation, I fed off that hope that I could be myself again. I was
a little worried though because I knew how Liam saw himself as my bull, or
as he called it husband, and he sees me in a receptive role. This would be
an adjustment for him as much as for me. I also don't want him to feel
somehow rejected.


I decided to take him out for dinner and I hope that he will be fine. Hans
looks after the kids and is thrilled when I tell him what I want to talk to
Liam about.


We sit down and order and I hum and ha. I am terrible at this sort of thing
and talk about everything but the thing I want to say. I reach for a clever
phrase or set of words and pull back and talk about Richard teething, and
we laugh about how fast the kids are growing up. I talk about the gym and
the people there. I bring up the strange visi cast that Hans lets the boys
watch. It does keep them quiet, but I am not sure it is good for them. It
is about troll creatures that don't talk properly and fight. When Hans
goes, the boys are always overstimulated and difficult. I talk about
everything, except the thing I want to say. I notice a change in Liam as we
get towards the end of the meal. It is a warm, tender smile and then that
grin.


"Yes, Brett," Liam says.


"Yes, what?" I reply.


"You want to know if I support you being restored? Getting your dick
back. I am surprised it has taken you this long," Liam says.


"Oh. You knew. Did your mother..." I say.


"No, mother didn't say anything. Look, I didn't say anything sooner because
I know it will mean a lot of changes for both of us. I guess you feel the
same. I didn't push this because I sort of just wanted a little time to
settle, but that is selfish. The thing is, I brought us here so our kids
can be the men they choose. I suppose I wouldn't be much of a man if I
don't want the same for you as well. Besides, I make a terrible bull. I
always have," Liam says to me.


"Don't you dare say that! Don't you ever dare say that again! You are
fucking fierce. Liam, you took down the fucking President of Albion. Fuck
Liam, you became the fucking President of Albion. You fucked over that
crazy doctor, your own father, and an entire fucking country for me. So
don't you ever dare say that again. You are amazing and more of a bull- no,
not a bull, a man, and more of a man than anybody I ever met.


"I do want you to know that I am just, well, just so grateful for
everything you have done. I mean that. If I hadn't met you, I would be
rotting somewhere in Albion. Living with Jonas, Aiden, some fucker like
your father, or living as a whore in the northern territories. Don't think
I don't appreciate that I could be like Angel, Mother, Mason, or all the
rest of the millions of breeders in Albion living a life of quiet
desperation," I say.


"You quiet? Desperate sometimes yes, but hardly ever quiet Brett," he says,
and smiles. "Let's have our meal and skip dessert, go home tell mother and
he can arrange something with his contact at the clinic, and then I can
fuck your pussy while I still can," he says, and smiles and I am shocked.


"Liam Connor, you have changed. You want to skip dessert and miss an
opportunity to lick a plate in public. Come on," I say to him.


....


Of course, not everything was going to be that smooth. The clinic didn't go
exactly as planned.


"What do you mean, pregnant? Can you check again?" This news is something
of a shock and not what I was expecting at all. I came in here hoping for a
treatment to close my pussy up and now this. News that in a few months'
time my pussy will once again be stretched to an impossibly painful level.


The Doctor smiles, "Well we could check again Brett, but there would be no
point. You are pregnant. We can't possibly progress with the treatment for
now. I am so sorry."


"Oh God, I will get spots. Well Liam, you fucking did it again," I say, and
he laughs and I smile at him as he beams in the knowledge that our family
and I will get bigger.


....


I am only just under 4 months, and I am starting to show a little. The blow
of this pregnancy isn't as hard as I was expecting. I was so close to
getting my old dick back and so excited. So while it was a blow, it was
also my own dumb fault for letting Liam fuck me raw from time to
time. Playing roulette with my bleed. It really was my fault. He would
always go to the sheath and I would stop him on odd occasions that I felt
was safe.


I have nobody to blame but myself. I know that I just have to wait and a
part of me wonders if maybe I didn't want these last few months as a
breeder having one last child. It all feels so different from before. Of
course I moan and complain. The usual stuff of feeling sick, and knowing
what is to come is hard. The physical side of the pregnancy is hateful. I
hated it the first time. This time I am just sort of resigned to the fact
that I will hate it again. However, this time I am having a child with Liam
and one that I will love and raise in a happy home. A child that can be who
he wants. It still doesn't alter my horror when I notice my first zits and
I see how ugly my face is.


....


Liam has been out for the afternoon, and I have been with the kids. He
comes home looking sheepish and helps me get the boys washed and ready for
bed.


He strips off and takes a shower, and then we have dinner.


"Brett. I..." he says, and is blushing.


"What is wrong with you? You shaved your bush off," I say. Liam rarely
shaved like this before. His uncut bull cock framed now only by his thick
gold cock ring and the snakehead.


"Well... I err." Liam is beet red; his pale skin never had this much color
apart from his snake marking.


"What is it, Liam? Have you done something? Are you going to kidnap me
again?"


"No. It is something I want to do. Brett, I want to be a pussy guy with
you. For a night just to try it." His pale face is flushed, and he is
squirming a little as he tells me what he wants.


"Oh. Really? You mean you want to..." I start to laugh. I laugh and laugh
at the irony.


"Brett, what are you laughing at? Brett don't laugh, please. What is so
funny?"


"Liam, you have the cock I always wanted and you want to see what it's like
to have a pussy with me. Oh, sweet mercy."


"Brett, are you mocking me?"


"Yes, a little bit. Liam, can I ask why now?" I say and walk to him and hug
him a little and give him a little kiss of reassurance.


"Well, it is something I wanted to try for a long time, and I was too
scared to do it with a guy with a cock. You know, after what happened to my
mother? And well, you will have a cock after the baby is born and you are
not too fat yet," he says, and I glower at him.


"Fat? Fat Liam? Remember that fat I carry. That fat is not fat, it is a
child. Liam. That fat is called a baby," I say.


"Yes, sorry. I didn't mean fat. Sorry. Anyway, it just seems like if I
don't do it now. Besides, it might be hot. Compare pussies and bump them
together." I see his boner and he is leaking.


Liam's little announcement has taken me by surprise. I am prepared to go
with it. I will not lie, the thought of messing with my junk taking some
drug like that seems odd. However, I know that deep down, Liam has been
forced into a role he would probably not have chosen for himself. I never
really felt sorry for him. Liam had got the best of Albion, a big cock,
muscles and stature. Now a bigger man than me in almost every way. No, I
mostly felt envy.


Even the punishment of his ass cunt was no chore for Liam. Liam had always
loved his breeder butt pussy. Even now he loves a good fucking in his
butt. The whore tattoo is one he still carries; he never did remove that
marking. I know physically Liam got the best out of Albion, a mixture of
breeder ass and bull cock. A perfect combination. The emotional scars were
different, but physically, he got a good deal.


So this revelation and admission might be really hot for both of
us. Strange, after so long, to be fully equal again. I know my pussy thinks
that. I can feel a wetness between my legs, and I am only getting wetter,
knowing he will soon have a slick cunt as well.


"Well, I am willing to give it a go. This should be fun. I take it you
already got some Pussy Guy, you crazy fucker?" I ask him, knowing he almost
certainly has.


Liam grins at me, still flushed and a little embarrassed, "You don't mind,
do you? You don't think I am well, I don't know, less bullish?"


"No Liam, not at all. Just be warned Liam, I am good, and the risk is I
might be too good." I grip his long thin bull shaft. It feels strange as I
hold it, knowing he is going to reduce this long bull dick to a
clit. "Liam, the thing is, what if you enjoy it so much you never want this
big bull cock back again?" I kiss his neck and stroke his stiff bull
pole. "I mean imagine? What I feel right now, Liam, is your big hard bull
cock. So big and strong and hard," I say squeezing and jerking his
cock."RIght now you have a long bull dick. Then you will shrink it down to
a tiny fat sensitive clit." I grab his hand and put his fingers on my clit.


"Yes," he whispers.


"Feel that clitty Liam? That was a big hard cock. Now feel it Liam, is that
what you want for your big bull cock? Shrink it down to a tiny useless
clit?"


He strokes my clit and nods. "Yes. Yes." He pants as I jerk him faster.


"You want a wet cunt between those big bull legs? An empty wet cunt? Don't
you?" I ask.


"Yes Brett," he says and I see his cheeks flush with redness and his dick
strain.


"You want to be wet like me, not hard like you are now. The wetness of an
arousal between your meaty thick strong thighs. A feeling of empty need,
the deep ache in your pussy to be fucked. Do you think you will like that?"


"God yes." He pants and kisses my neck. I jerk him hard and fast and he
looks at me and is listening with such intent and looking down at his cock
and back at me.


"Liam, just think, a big fucking cuntgasm and it rocks your world in a way
this bull cock never could. The shuddering power of your whole body basked
in pleasure like you never knew possible." I breathe the words into his
ear.


"Fuck." He moans as he takes his hands from my pussy and sniffs, his
fingers slick with my juices. I feel his dick spasm and the wet globes of
his warm bull spunk hit my legs and my feet. I don't let him go soft. I
don't let go of his dick and jerk him harder and he writhes a little as I
work him through this, keeping him hard, keeping him going.


"What then Liam? The two of us rubbing pussies. Grinding our tiny clits
together. Our cunt juices flowing as we strain with arousal, no longer able
to fuck, just grind. Is that what you want? Liam is it?" His dick has
stayed firm and I feel he is enjoying it again.


"Yes, Brett." He grabs me and kisses me. He runs his hand back to my cunt
and strokes the wet folds and rubs my clit as we kiss. We pull apart and he
pushes me back and down and lies on top of me and fucks me raw.


I pant and moan as he pounds me furiously. He is so worked up. I look up at
him.


"You want to feel this, don't you? You want to know how good this feels,
what you are doing to me?" I say as he fucks me


"Yes," he pants.


"Liam, that is fine baby, that is good. It feels good." I say.


"Fuck, I want to know how good it feels Brett," he groans as he fucks me
hard and faster than normal.


"This feels so fucking good. My cunt feels so fucking good. Let's do this,
baby. Cum in me and let's share this together," I say and he fucks me and
cums in me.


"Fuck yes," his face pulls into the cum look he has and his cock fills my
hole and then the warmth of his fuck muck flooding me. A good amount of
spunk, considering he already came once.


He pulls his bull dong out of me as we head up to the bedroom, his slop
running down my thigh.


He looks so strange without that thick red bush of often unruly pubic hair.


He stands in the bedroom with his bottle of Pussy Guy and takes a gulp and
removes the cock ring and places it on the chest of drawers.


"Now what?" I say.


"We wait. 5 minutes," he replies.


I go to clean my pussy and freshen up a bit. Liam rarely eats me out, but
he might when I show him the wonders of a clit job.


This boy is going to learn so much. I get back and we wait. He stands in
front of the mirror, and I stand to the side and we just wait in silence.


The thing I notice first is how Liam's low-hanging orbs start to pull
uptight. He sees that and strokes them and almost braces himself. As his
balls tug and strain.


I watch his left and right testicles ascend just like mine did, only
faster, quite a lot faster. They pulse and throb as they work up along his
pubic bone, one on each side of his monster dong. He staggers back a
little, and I catch him. I see he is in pain from what is going on here.


I watch as his balls move for maybe a minute and slide up inside him. This
leaves him panting and groaning. I stroke his flat crotch, and he smiles at
me wearily, the pain I guess just ebbing away. I see what took hours for me
when I lost my balls only took a minute for him. I marvel at the flatness
of his skin where his balls were and how the skin seems to lose its
wrinkled leathery texture.


"This better be worth it," he says, wiping a little sweat from his brow. He
thinks that was bad, but he really has no idea how lucky he was.


His long shaft stiffens and hardens and begins to lose girth and length in
little pulsing twitches, almost like his dick has turned into a
vibrator. His bull cock keeps pulsing and shivering quickly, but it is
slowly getting smaller. At some point he seems to lose his erection, the
hood of his foreskin covers his sheeny mushroom cock head. Before I know it
his shaft is down to six inches long.


I see his dick still pulsing rapidly as it points down to the empty space
where his balls were and he lets out a little gasp of pleasure for some
reason and I see it down to 4 inches, then 3 inches. The area around his
cock plumps and ripples and starts to take on the shape of a mound and
engulf the base of his cocklet, hiding it.


I look at him staring at his dick and then at my clit and back to his
own. I sense he is making a mental note of what I have and what he is
possibly going to be left with in a short while. He strokes the skin around
his cock as it pushes out to form a lovely mound, his dick now down to two
inches.


I look at my own clit, and he is now as small as me.


I laugh, "Well finally, we are the same size," I say and smile and he looks
down at himself in amazement and back at me.


He laughs and moans in what now seems almost like pleasure. More of his
cock is hidden away, and now I can't see just how small it is getting. The
hood looks quite big and sexy, almost as it seems to settle. I guess he
must be an inch and a half, and I see the vibrations stop. I notice he has
quite a big clit. His thick clit and its hood make a nice separation in his
folds and will prevent a tidy slit. I might have slapped him if he had a
really pretty cunt.


This is going to be beefy if it stops now. I hear him sigh and a wet
farting noise from between his legs and he emits another. A last small sigh
of squelching, and I look to see a small amount of slick pink mucus on the
floor and some down his thighs. Not the mass of pussy puke I or the Albion
breeders did.


And then it is over. I stand and look at him, his bull dick gone. We clean
him up and shower his hole out, and he says very little until he stands in
the mirror and looks at himself. I see a smile spread across his face.


"Shit Brett. I think I like that." He strokes the area around his smooth
pussy, and I notice he has thick rugged asymmetrical lips. He has an ugly
cunt, and I breathe a sigh of relief. My vanity couldn't have taken it. His
pussy is plump and beefy; the head of his uncut clit is barely visible as
the thick hood of skin shields all but the tip. I take in the difference
between my exposed Albion pussy and his hooded Avon cunt. His tattoo looks
good. His shaved cunt really makes it stand out. The snake jaws look more
pronounced as the whole mound looks like the head of the snake. The
intended tongue effect was somewhat lost because of his hooded clit and how
his foreskin was restored. However, it looks like the snake is caressing
his pussy in its jaws. It looks strangely alluring and sexy on his shaved
cunt.


I kiss him, and he kisses me. He is tender and so am I.


"Come on, then, let's bump pussies," he says, and grabs my arm and takes me
to the bedroom. I push him down onto the bed. I make him sit at the edge
with his feet on the floor and get him to spread his legs.


"What are you going to do?" He says, looking at me as I crawl between his
legs.


"I am going to inspect your pussy, then I am going to eat out your fat
beefy cunt and make you cum like a bitch Liam," I say, and he chuckles.


I move between his legs and inspect his cunt. I slowly run my finger up
from his slightly damp hole up along the outer lips and part the folds to
look at his inner lips. They are thick and ragged and not unlike mine. They
are a little damp, but not wet. His cunt is ugly. I love how unsymmetrical
it all is. I love that his big beefy hood covers all but the head of his
clit. This is the first time I saw a clit with a hood this close. I saw
many in the gym, and they fascinated me. Not cut like mine. It looks more
like a really shrunken version of his real dick. Sitting there still with a
foreskin. It looks so odd, and I move my hands and fingers around the
hood. I am curious as to how this will affect his pleasure. I roll the skin
back and see more of the thick, long clit. I am very gentle.


As I work around his new fuck hole. I slowly lick his left thigh and move
towards his cunt and stop and do the same to his right thigh. I lick closer
and as I do; I start to gently probe his thick pussy lips. I see his toes
flex and curl as I move my tongue ever closer to his outer fuck lips and
probe his pussy gently and lightly. Playfully teasing him.


"Oh. That feels good." He moans.


"I know," I say, and resume my tongue bath, moving towards his clit slowly
and gently, bathing his new slit and its soft, wet folds with my tongue. I
see his clit twitch a little and see the fake mushroom head creep out a
little more, a sad imitation of an erection. I feel my fingers on his pussy
entrance getting wetter, and I hear his breathing getting faster.


I notice he moves his legs further apart and when I finally lick up along
the folds of his slit, lingering on his new clit and circling gently,
slowly, lightly, he can't help but buck forward a little.


I know that if I respond to his insistent bucking, the way he thinks he
wants me to, his sensitive love button won't thank me. I back off and tease
it with gentle swirls and finally engulf it slowly in my mouth. I struggled
sometimes to take his bull cock, but now I take all that is left with ease
and it gets me wet. I am finally bigger than him again. My bull has nothing
to fuck me with, and I like this.


I suck gently and lick and suck and probe him. His panting is getting
heavier and faster. I see his leg muscles and feet flex and tense and I
know the bubbling in his belly has started, and he is reaching up for a
climax still some way off.


I finally feel his pussy drip as I probe it further, pushing my fingers
lightly inside him and I suck hard and he groans and I feel his walls slide
apart. His cunt walls let my fingertips inside him, two of them, but this
is enough as I begin to suck his clit hard. It feels different: the head
and shaft encased in the foreskin, the shaft hidden away. I feel it in my
mouth as I suck. The glans separating and pulling taut into my mouth. My
suction is doing the job of unfurling his foreskin. His clit boner can't do
that but me gently sucking can. It really is like his dick. I can tell he
is just as sensitive as me, maybe more, even without his scar.


He pants and then pushes my head down onto him. The sad movement of a
breeder who hasn't yet learned his new place in the world. A breeder whose
instinctual motions no longer match the anatomy between his legs. Echoes of
a manhood taken from the breeder and a sad attempt at acting out a role
he's no longer equipped to play. Movement of a bull getting sucked. The old
reflex of trying to face fuck. I don't choke or gasp, I just suck him a
little harder.


"SO fucking good, OH god Brett." He moans, and he has no idea of what is to
come.


I suck his tiny fat clit harder and harder and he grinds into me. As he
does, his cunt takes more of my finger length, invading him in a new and
fun way. He is feeling the stretching sensual pleasure of something rubbing
the inside of his cunt as his clit is sucked, and he groans hard. I know he
is almost there and with one swift motion, I push my fingers up inside him,
and he bucks as I suck extra hard on the beefy clit.


He lets out a loud scream. I feel his clitty twitch and pulse and his cunt
walls quiver and grip my fingers and he is cumming. Liam Connor, my big
bull, just had his first bitchgasm and I know he will be a changed man
after this.


I sniff his pussy, but it doesn't quite have the heavy aroma of bitch
cunt. I am disappointed. I wanted him to smell like me.


I stand up, and he has fallen back with his arm over his face, panting and
moaning lightly as he comes down from the blissful high.


I lie on him and kiss him, and he responds and kisses me. "So good." He
pants and kisses me more as I roll my finger around his spent clitty. I
look at the flap of skin protecting his glans. I envy how that most
sensitive part will remain just that. My clit head has dulled, not just in
color but also in pleasure from exposure. The gleam on his face as he
removes his hands and the way he responds to my touch tells me he is ready
for more already. Not like when he is spent as a bull not waiting, he is
good to go.


I work his dirty little bitch clit into a lather, kissing him and jerking
his clit. I have that fat bull clit primed for a rougher session and he
can't quite process the feelings and just accepts and lets me kiss him and
jerk him, and he cums again quickly this time and I roll off him.


I laugh. "How was that?" I ask.


He rolls onto his side and grins. "I am not sure. I mean, great,
wonderful. I can't explain. So different. Good and so different." He kisses
me passionately with confusion and excitement.


Liam leaps off the bed and goes back to the mirror and inspects his
cunt. "Something so small, Brett, and yet it feels so fucking good." He
jumps back on the bed and kisses me and probes my cunt in his usual rough
way.


I push him off me. "Easy tiger," I say. "I want you to do something for me
now."


"What? Anything," he says he is giddy.


"I want you to sit up at the top of the bed and get yourself off. While I
watch," I say.


He looks at me and grins. "No problem," he says, and I smile inside. That
is what you think.


He slides up to the top of the bed and rests against the headboard, and
spreads his legs. I get a good view of his messy snatch from here. I want
to giggle, tomorrow that will be a fat bull dong. A cock he can jerk off in
minutes, let's see how this goes.


He starts to work his cunt and clit and I watch and I can see he already
caught his clit funny and is back to square one. He shuffles around and
explores, and I look at him. He has no idea where to start and he pokes his
hole a bit, but his pussy is drying out and will get sore. He realizes that
and stops.


He jerks his clit and that hurts, but he is clever enough to slow down and
go gently, slowly and he starts to get into it and gets a nice steady
rhythm going and he starts to finger his hole. He smiles at me victorious
and moans a little as he gets into a stride and then he loses it. I see it
as soon as it happens, it goes whatever was getting him going has gone, and
he looks at me.


He tries again and slowly lingers his fingers on his clit; he makes a V
with two of his fingers and slides it up and down the sides of his clit. He
has seen me doing that, and I smile at him as he looks at me almost for
some sort of approval and he starts to get into it again. It seems odd to
see him pulling the folds back. It is so strange as he rubs, how he exposes
more of his clit because of his hood. I don't have that luxury. My clit is
always exposed, the hood removed. I wonder how different it feels. I can
tell it is getting good for him, and he now squeezes his clit and strokes
it a little harder and then too hard. I get my answer, pretty fucking
sensitive as he loses it again.


He has one last go as he warms himself up slowly. He has a look of
determination, which in itself will mean he is likely to fail. He rubs
himself gently and slowly jerks it. His hood furls and unfurls like his
foreskin. He is replicating how he jerks his cock, and I marvel at him. The
clit pinched between his thumb and forefinger looks for all the world like
a really small uncut dick. I feel myself gush at the sight of my bull
reduced to this. Jerking his tiny, little nub just the way he does his
cock. Only now it is almost lost in his big bull fingers. He lets go in
frustration after a few short minutes. This isn't an organ like his
cock. It won't just let you rub one out with fury and determination. That
can be done, but that method can also be a crapshoot as Liam just found out
and looks at me.


"Fuck! How the fuck did you get me off? Liam says in frustration as he
stops. "Brett baby. I am so fucking sorry. All this time. I never knew I
was getting so much wrong. Will you show me?" Liam asks.


"First off Liam, don't be sorry. You get an awful lot right, very
right. Trust me, I felt the same thing as you. All the breeders would say
the same thing. So really don't be too hard on yourself. But Baby your
first lesson in being a bitch is finding out how little you know about how
bitches work. Yeah, I will show you, but you better take notes, mister. As
long as I have a cunt this is for both our benefit," I say, and we both
laugh.


I get behind him and sit up with him between my legs. I reach my hands
round to his cunt, and slowly part back the folds of his pussy and expose
the full hood of his clit.


"See Liam, this is your clit. As you found out, it is really
sensitive. Work it up and properly and you can be as rough as you like with
it. Do that too soon or get it wrong and back to square one," I say, and
slowly, gently work around his clit. I stop and slick my fingers with some
of my own bitch batter.


I work his clit slowly and gently at first. He watches, and I see him
starting to get quite aroused, so I apply some more pressure in a new up
and downward motion. I start exposing more of the hood, jerking it slowly
and tenderly between my thumb and forefinger. I start to take longer and
harder strokes. I try to account for the difference between us. The extra
protection he has from his clit hood. I use gentle pressure and his
breathing and his response to my fingers to guide me. I know I am up to the
task.


I change the motion again to a circular motion and work his fuck folds with
my other hand and then resume the jerking. I vary the speed and intensity
as I caress his pussy folds and clit and I know he is almost there and as
he lets out a little shudder of pleasure, I begin to become more vigorous.


I slap the hole of his pussy with the palm of my hand and really squeeze
and jerk his clit and he bubbles over so quickly and it isn't a big one,
but it is an orgasm. His head rolls back onto my chest and he bucks his
hips and moans.


That night we explore each other and he is amazed at how good he feels and
as he learns about his own pussy and clit he loves how he can apply that to
me.


We fall asleep after we grind our cunts together and we finger fuck one
another to orgasm. I love how I felt with his cock rubbing against me in
Adam. Now I am rubbing clits with Liam, and it is just as good, just as
intimate with our big bull bodies and fat breeder clits rubbing one
another.


The next morning, he is fully restored. He woke up early in pain as his
balls slipped out of his abdomen and descended down to fill his sac. I was
asleep, and he woke me up by eating out my breeder cunt and I had a
crushing orgasm trying to face fuck him with the cock I no longer have.


......


(Chapter 66.) Liam's new hole.


It was a few days later. I had spent most of the afternoon in the pool with
the boys. I had started to teach them to swim in Sam's pool not long after
they were born. Now they are pretty good in the water but need
attention. Jake and Liam tend to sink a lot even in the shallow part I need
to watch them. Richard is a natural, unlike our father, his namesake. When
I mentioned this to Liam, he advised me that swimming pools do not count as
running water so to still be mindful.


Liam has been in the city with Hans, and they are working on some new
initiative. Hans has taken on a role as an ambassador to the Global
Alliance of Free Nations. When he returns home, we have some family time
and put the kids to bed.


Liam and I have dinner and he tells me about his day and helping Hans and
isn't sure how that is going to be for him, but it will do for now. The
project is to create a disaster relief task force for countries that are
hit by natural disasters. I ask him about Albion and he tells me that
Albion is not a member of the Global Alliance.


"Brett, Albion is one of the pariah states of the world," he says.


"Ahh, I understand so other countries see Albion as a small but ferocious
and deadly fish in the global pool," I am proud that I understand his
metaphor. He pauses, I think, because he doesn't always expect me to
understand his clever talk.


"Yes Brett. That is definitely one way of looking at it." He says and
smiles and sips his wine.


"Liam Baby. Do you think you will try Pussy Guy again? I ask because, well,
you seemed to enjoy it. I know I did and if it is something you want to
do... I don't want you to be shy about expressing your needs," I say, and
put down my water.


I see Liam flush a little. "Well. I did enjoy it. But-"


I cut him off. "But nothing, baby. It was fun, besides you can't tell me
you don't want to try riding a strap on," I say and laugh.


"Well, the thought did occur to me," he says, and grins.


Pussy nights became a bit of a thing after that. We were mixing it up. I
told him not to overdo it as I was pregnant and he could fuck me raw. That
was my favorite after all. Lying with him spent, his cum flooding
me. Something emotional about feeling the raw connection of him and his
potent seed flooding my hole turned me on.


It took us a few times before we got the dildos out. However, when we did,
I took charge and told him, we use the strap on and I will fuck him. He
almost squealed with delight. His big bull cock hard as he padded around
the house for the rest of the day. I smile at the irony that the thought of
him having a breeder cunt makes his bull cock so hard.


It isn't the first time I fucked Liam with a strap on and probably won't be
the last. He loves me to fuck his butt cunt with a big old dildo. He really
is still that sweet butt slut I met all those years ago, even now. It is
probably the thing that gives me the most shame and if he didn't love it so
much, I wouldn't do it.


As I pull on the strap on, I pick a reasonably small one for his first
time. It is about 6 inches, a little bigger than he was before he became a
bull, but for his first time probably the right size.


He looks at me. "That isn't that big." He says.


"Trust me, oh lord of the cunt. This will feel pretty big enough for your
first go. I am breaking you in gently," I say to him.


"`Lord of the cunt', Brett, are you mocking me?" He asks, his legs spread
as he strokes his pussy, which is already slick.


"Yes, Liam. I am. I truly am," I say. The past week or so has been a
revelation for Liam. I knew he was sort of inexperienced. I knew that the
first time I had a threesome with Adam, he just grabbed the poor fucker's
pussy. I had to step in. There was always a little hesitancy in what he
did. I have tried to guide him over the years and focus on his fucking
skills. I rarely let Liam eat me or frig my cunt. It was just too much
effort to get him where I needed him to be. Besides, teaching someone to
fuck is pretty easy. Especially if they have an 11 inch cock and you have
access to a sensitive exposed clit.


Now I am not saying sex with Liam has been bad, in fact in many ways it was
great. There were just areas that I had felt were better left
unexplored. Well unexplored until this last week. I also think Liam is
realizing this now as I head towards him I see his fingers move delicately
around the folds of his swollen cunt.


I head towards Liam and he looks at me and grins as he shuffles on the bed
with anticipation. "Are you doing me, doggy?" He asks.


"No. Though I should for a bitch like you," I say, laughing. "Let's see how
we get on a nice and easy first fuck. We can take it from there. You might
even start telling me what you want," I say, and he nods a little
disappointed.


"Yeah. You are right." He says as I clamber on top of him and we make out a
little. I love kissing him. I love how our tongues battle and I love the
feel of his prickly stubble on my soft face. The intimacy of kissing Liam
is what I enjoy most. He was the first boy I kissed properly and those
memories of kissing him as I fell in love with my Redheaded Prince are only
ever a kiss away.


I have lined the dildo along the folds of his pussy, and he wants it badly
now. He keeps trying to put his hands on it and maneuver the fake dick into
his hole.


I chuckle. "You want that don't you," I say.


"Yes, Brett. Shit. You are teasing me so badly," he says in frustration.


"Ok," I say. I pull him to the edge of the bed and stand up.


"OH!" He says, his eyes pop open. This is his favorite way to do me, my
legs up on his chest or shoulders as he looks down on me. He loves to watch
as he plugs my fat, ugly pussy with his big bull cock. Sliding his long
pole in and out as he looks down on me. I see the smile on his face.


I grab his feet and move between his legs, and towards his exposed, wet,
slick pussy. The fat beefy hooded clit is engorged and his sloppy lips drip
slick with his juice.


His large bull feet rest on my shoulders. I notice the small red hairs on
his toes and the thick orange hair on his legs and down to his now very
short trimmed flaming bush. His shaven cunt now growing back the pubes. It
looks angry around his swollen gash. The snakehead frames his cunt a
treat. I am glad he kept that artwork.


He looks up at me as I line the head of the dildo to his hole. "Ready
bitch?" I ask.


"Brett, please just fuck my hole." He yells in frustration.


"Ok bitch, play with that fucking breeder clit and I might," I say as I tap
the head of the fake 6 inch cock on his swollen clit and move it back down
to his hole.


He does move his hand down to his fat clitty and rubs it gently. I slide
the cock head into him an inch or so at first and his eyes pop open as he
diddles himself.


"Yeah, you want more of this cock, bitch?" I say.


"Yes. Sir!" He says. "Give me that big bull cock. Sir, fuck my breeder
cunt." He says and coos. Bitch isn't going to last long and I give him more
slow gentle pumps trying to gauge the length I am slowly slipping into his
hot, needy hole. I love watching the fake cock slide into his fake cunt as
he plays with himself 11 inches of prime bull meat less than an hour ago
now rolling between his thumb and forefinger. I fuck him with a cock that
isn't mine and one I want so badly. He takes it in a pussy that I am
starting to think he wishes were a little more real than the temporary hole
he has now.


I see his snake cunt swallow the cock and this looks so good. It emphasizes
the hunger of his pussy.


I see him writhe a little. He is trying to get more of me, but I take my
time. I have become an expert at feeling my way in the dark with a fake
dick. I finally pick up some rhythm and hilt him and his eyes roll in his
head. I look down at the fake cock and long for it to be real. To feel
myself now, at this moment, buried finally in his cunt. Soon I hope I will
really feel it.


"FUCK my cunt, Brett. Fuck me like a breeder bitch." He says.


And I do. He cums quickly and hard, his legs lift off my shoulders and he
shakes and creams, his cunt riding a fake cock screaming in a deep voice,
but the screams and clit and sight of him a breeder and he embraces it.


"Shit. So good." He coos as I fuck him harder and harder and suck his toes
and he cums hard again as I pound his wet hole. Watching the fake dick fuck
him, wishing it were real, wishing I could feel that cunt grip my real
cock.


I take him doggy and he takes the dildo off me, eventually. For a moment I
think he is going to fuck me with it but he doesn't he eats me out instead
and sucks my fat clit. We kiss and make out and he tells me over and over
how good it was and how much he loves me.


I love Liam and seeing him embrace this side of himself. I love how happy
it makes him.


......


As the pregnancy progresses, we mix it up a lot. Perhaps much more than I
would have expected. Liam loves pussy nights, as he calls them.


Liam has become a much better lover these last few months. In fact, the two
of us are more eager to please one another than ever. I love how the other
day as I walked down the corridor, having put the boys down. Liam pushed me
against the wall of the hallway and began to kiss me and finger me, only
for me to realize he had a pussy and ended up on the floor making out and
eating each other out one another's soaking wet pussies.


I find I am more eager to suck his cock or jerk him off as we sit around
later on an evening when it is just the two of us. Sometimes we will sit in
that hot bubbly bath thing and fuck in there. We are making the effort to
be very sexual with one another, confident in the knowledge of our love and
trust. But also confident that we understand each other's bodies and
pleasure.


I loved the orgasms I had when he fucked me and I loved the way it felt
physically, even if it was still a reminder of the man I wasn't. Now Liam
has experienced that feeling of a pussy. He has no shame, not really, and
he has gained knowledge. He knows when to fuck me hard and treat me like
his bitch or just frig my hole. He also understands when I just want a
tender fuck to make love. He has become a great lover now. I hate how good
it makes me feel.


The better he became at being a bull was exactly the time he was taking
more Pussy Guy. I know that he takes Pussy Guy to become the man he wants
to be and I fuck him now a lot more. He decided to up the size of the fake
dick and now likes the 8 inch one best. He gave up on the 10 incher and I
smile with him as we realize that I was that size. He also compliments me
on my ability to take him, knowing now how it feels to be on the receiving
end.


Sometimes he loves it rough and hard, sometimes gently, and then the times
he wants me to humiliate him. He wallows in the pretense of shame as I
abuse his clit and call him a filthy breeder whore.


I know the shame is a turn on for him. I know that shame firsthand, but
Liam seems to embrace it and enjoy that in a way I never could. I know he
can do that because he has a 11 inch cock waiting to spring out of his hole
when the time is done.


The other day I found him in the bedroom wearing my tit holder and some of
my undergarments. He had taken some Pussy Guy and was flat. He was staring
at himself in the mirror. I noticed him running his large bull hands up and
down the almost flat front of the pants; the fabric clinging to his wet
pussy lips. He looked at me and blushed.


I laughed a little without mocking him, grabbed a dildo and fucked him best
as I could with my fat belly and big tits. Calling him a filthy big titted
breeder whore. He came so hard I thought he would pass out.


....


The physical part of the pregnancy was just as bad as I remember. Getting
fat and tired. Aching, pissing all the time, never knowing when to expect
it. Laughing, doing exercises, sneezing, never knowing if I would let loose
a puddle of piss. I hated that. And at least I could wear undergarment
pants and a pad to soak up the piss, which I never could in Albion. Your
shame of letting out a little dribble of piss was there for all to see and
laugh at.


The spots came and went surprisingly quickly after just a couple of
months. I don't know who was more relieved, me or Liam. So the pregnancy is
bad but not like the first time. I can't really say I enjoy the process,
but I know now at least the pain and effort even the spots are worth it.


I am starting to like Avon. The warm days are still not warm enough for my
liking and I don't like the cold, but the open air and freedom are
beautiful. This is a great place for a family.


With every day we spend away from Albion, it seems less real. But there are
always reminders, small things that take you out of this reality and back
to that one. Pregnancy being one of them. The feeling of my third baby
growing inside me, knowing we will soon have four children in our
family. Each kick and turn of the baby was a reminder that I was a
breeder. That I used to have a cock and now I have a pussy and it isn't
that bad.


This was never how I saw my life. I didn't ever have the imagination for
anything this blissful. Even my pussy isn't necessarily something I will
have much longer if I do get restored. The main thing is that I am adding
to a family in a different environment. I have a pussy, but then quite
often, so does Liam. The pain of that place and the anger I felt diminishes
all the time.


Liam is as good as he was the first time and is around a lot more
often. His work with Hans doesn't occupy him like when we were in Albion
and so we share so much together. He keeps telling me no more. This is the
last. We will get me restored. He gives me so many massages and fucks me
when I need him to, which is a lot as we near the end. He is a wonderful
man. He is taking care of four kids in those last 6 weeks: Jake Jr., Liam
Jr., Richard, and me.


....


The birth was not quite as horrific as the first. Partly because I knew
what to expect and partly because this was only one child. But when it
came, it was still a shock.


I was riding Liam's dick, fat and full. He was reaching up, trying to feed
off my fat leaky tits, and I was getting the release I needed. That aching,
dull need between my legs went into crazy overdrive the last few weeks of
the pregnancy.


His bull dong buried deep in my wet snatch. I never felt less of a man as
my man feeds off my tit milk fucking me, my belly full of his seed. When my
waters break. At first, he thinks he made me cum and gives me that smile he
has when he thinks he has done a good job.


"Sorry Baby. My water broke."


Liam looks at me and his grin of satisfaction turns to one of almost
disgust as he lies under me realizing he is being soaked in my waters. Then
the broad grin returns. "Oh Brett. The baby is coming." He says and kisses
me.


I hadn't had the early cramping and had barely noticed the baby settling
lower. It was also about 3 weeks early. I hope this will be an easier labor
and in some ways; it was only 8 hours, but it is also agony. If anything,
the last hour is more painful than with Jake and Liam and the pain is
almost too much to bear, as I have to start to bear down.


Liam telling me to push, "I will fucking push you." I say and I hear Hans,
who is with us, laughing.


The pain deep in my cervix and pelvis is almost unbearable. I can't stand
it.


"Never again." I pant "Never again." I know I said that last time and here
I am again.


I have shat myself. Lying there panting trying to push out a baby is
sobering any idea of being a bull far from my mind. This is me breeding,
and it hurts and I swear I will never do it again. This time I mean it.


I feel the baby slip down into my canal and it feels like it is coming out
of me with a knife, ripping me apart and tearing my pussy in two and
ripping it. This little fucker is big. Really fucking big and I am done
pushing the baby, as it has its own momentum now as it slides down and I
feel the rugged flaps of my cunt swell and stretch as the head crowns and
shit and filth ooze out of me and the baby along with it.


This time, as soon as the baby is cleaned, he is given to me. 16lbs. I pass
the placenta and not having to push out another one is a relief as I feel
him suckle on my tit. I look at him and I notice this one has a dick that
looks quite large. Small as he is, this is a big baby.


He reminds me of Jason, one of the massive statues in the garden of the
western campus. A kind of ugly looking bull of man chiseled in
marble. Unlike little Liam and Jake, who are blond, this baby has a thick
wet mop of red hair.


Liam is gushing over the sight of our new baby boy.  "Oh, he has red
hair. He is so big. He looks like me."


Hans smiles, "Oh no Liam, you were a lot smaller than that, and I mean
everywhere."


The nurse works around my pussy. "Oww, careful fucking hell, my snatch is
really sore."


"Last one Brett. God, I love you," Liam says to me.


"Too fucking right. This one is the last for me at least," I say as the
hungry lump really goes at my tit.


"Oh, look at him. Baby Cole," Liam says.


I don't hesitate in letting Liam know I had a change of mind on the name of
the baby. "No, we are going to call him Jason," I tell Liam.


"That is a good name," Hans says.


"But we said we would call him Cole. Still, Jason is a good name." Liam
says, deciding not to question me and kisses me. "I love you, Brett."


"Yeah, I love you as well," I say half-heartedly, but only because I am
tired and not because I don't love this man.


.......


I breastfeed for two months and wean Jason off the breast and onto a
bottle. Liam comes with me for the operation and I am nervous.


I wake up and I am groggy and I can't move, but even in the slightly
elevated position and as groggy as I am, I can feel the weight on my chest
has gone.


The next couple of weeks, I try not to look as they work on healing me. I
wanted to save that for a private moment. I have it now. I am home and the
last of the bandages are off.


The reflection of the man in the mirror is me. I feel it as I move around,
the sway and heft of my balls and dick gone, but now so is the heft and
sway of my breasts.


I stroke them and look at the very fine small scars under each pec. Fuck, I
have pecs. They aren't that defined, but they will be. A few months more
and they will be defined as man pecs.


I cup them and they don't cup and I look down and see the floor and not
cleavage. I look around and Liam is watching, and he is crying a little as
he watches me.


"Well?" He says.


"I fucking..." I can't speak, I look again. The nipples are still dark, but
much smaller. I touch them and hardly feel anything. They are still tender,
but not the connection to my cunt.


Liam walks over to me and stands behind me, his hard bull cock digging into
my butt. He kisses my neck. I look again and can hardly stop looking at how
flat it all is. I shake my hips and nothing.


"Oh god Liam... I... I am nearly me again," I say and caress my smooth flat
chest and cry as Liam holds me in his arms.


......


(Chapter 67.) The treatment.


It has been three months since I started treatment.


I had already changed so much in this time here in Avon. My voice is no
longer a source of shame. It is far deeper than it ever was. The clinic
said they could probably adjust it, but I never really bothered with
that. I really do sort of enjoy how deep it sounds. Even if it does make me
sound sort of dumb.


My body is in terrific shape. Having tits was never great for a gym bunny
like me, and even with the tit holder. I was still struggling sometimes. It
wasn't just the gym, though. It was the sense of just having them there on
my chest. They did feel good, but that was the point those fat heavy wobbly
orbs were just another part of me that made me feel sexual in a way I
didn't like.


No. My firm, hard pecs are back; they don't sway or wobble. They are firm
as Liam grips them and they don't make me weak and submissive to his needs.


Jake, Richard, and Liam all turned 2. They are a handful, walking around
falling over. Crying, fighting, laughing. Hans throws a party and this time
a few friends come over and the house is full. As the boys grow up and
start talking and walking around, I see how they are becoming their own
people. Jake is a little shy, Liam a little feisty, Richard a little
nervous, but cheeky.


Home life is good and busy and with a newborn Jason in the house, we are
running around and tired. I love how the house feels like a home now. How
this is a family, our family, and that feeling of love in my chest never
really stops. I have it for our boys and for Liam and sometimes it is
almost too much.


....


The night before I started my treatment, Liam is eager to fuck me one last
time. I tell him I may try some Pussy Guy from time to time when this is
all over. He looks at me and smiles. However, we both know this marks the
end of yet another phase in our journey. We are both changed so much. He is
taller than me now, only an inch, but still taller. His dick is so much
bigger. I have had tits and lost them. My breeder voice has been and
gone. So much change and only more to come.


Liam takes his time to get me ready as we embrace and kiss. I love how much
I enjoy making out with Liam. That has never changed. It always takes me
back to the night when he stood shaking and wet in the moonlight. He had an
otherworldly quality about him that night and, as sexy as he is, he never
looked better than that night. His lips are full and soft. His trimmed red
beard feels so good on my smooth chin. His grip is stronger than ever and
the feel of him next to me caressing me is something I have always enjoyed
even before all of this started.


He takes my hole slowly and gently and fucks me in a number of different
ways. I think he is working through his playbook. He wants it all to be
special as much for him as for me. I think he knows that while this may not
be the last time we do this. It is the last time he can take me this way. I
would need to agree to have a pussy for him to fuck it.


I love the orgasms but I think he is disappointed that I don't squirt. It
doesn't bother me. My new dick will squirt and in a way that I want. No
more bitch piss for me. He holds me in his arms and I rest on his hairy
chest as I feel the tender walls of my well fucked cunt. The loss and
emptiness he leaves behind. I will miss that, but not enough to not want to
do what I need to do.


As we lie together, I wonder how big my dick will be. Will I get it all
back? Will I be fully restored? Will I have missing inches or, like, Hans,
just an inch? I know that I will not be as big as Liam and as I stare at
his long uncut cock framed by his golden cock ring, a part of me still
holds that envy. I must learn to let that go. What will be will be. It will
be enough, I am sure.


......


I had wasted no time after the operation in going to the clinic to find out
about the treatment. The clinic is the best in Avon. They specialize in
restoration treatments for men like Hans who ended up with a pussy by
accident. I, however, am an unusual case. I have been changed and enhanced
by the drugs of Albion. At first, they are unsure how to proceed. They have
a relatively simple treatment to restore men who are affected by Pussy
Guy. My case is not so simple. Liam moves heaven and earth to make sure the
best experts are engaged in my treatment and finally they come up with a
course of treatment for me to be restored.


The doctor explains to Liam and myself that I will need a course of
injections and some pills over the next week. A second course in a week's
time. The initial process will be quick. My piss hole will close and my
urethra will connect back behind my clit. My clit will open and start to
function as a dick for urination. There may be a period of discomfort. My
balls will begin to come back and will descend back down, my vaginal canal
will close. The second course will help my penis to gain the tissue needed
to function as it should. It is everything that happened to me in the
Academy, only in reverse. As for growth, it is hard to predict. However,
they believe I should expect to get somewhere close to my original length
and size.


He tells us that I may experience some side effects. They are rare, but
because of the drugs used to change me, I really need to be aware of
them. I could get acne, coarser thicker body hair than I had, I could
experience some hair loss on my head. There are some cases of enlarged
hands and feet. In extreme cases I could get some enlargement of my lips,
nose, tongue. My nose and brow could get bigger. I may experience excessive
sweating and body odor. I may gain a little height. I could experience
hypersensitivity in my new dick. I don't really listen to him telling me
this. I just know that this is something I have to do.


...


Things moved fast, and it was so good. The day after my first set of shots
and treatments, my piss hole closed up first and I spent the morning not
being able to piss until my clit opened up. I thought I would have to go to
the clinic.


I was walking around the house and in the kitchen, wanting a drink of
water. I didn't because I didn't want to take on any more fluid. I was
almost overwhelmed with the desperate need for a piss.


Liam was with me, and I could see his words of calm had become words of
worry. Then it happened. I felt the pee just flow out of me. Strange old
muscles and the feeling completely different and yet oddly familiar.


I ran piss soaked and still pissing to the bathroom, with Liam following me
and the kids. Little Jake is laughing. He seemed to think this was
hilarious. I had only just got that one toilet trained. He will take this
as a sign he can just start pissing everywhere again. I don't want to put
him back in bum wraps.


I pull and tug at my undergarments and stand and the piss has more or less
stopped. I have left a trail of piss through the house. Moments like this,
those filthy pads and underwear seem like a good idea, but no, I have to be
naked indoors.


I am upset at first, but I realize that I just pissed out of my dick. My
small dick just pissed. Liam takes the kids away and I explore under my
clit, the pee hole is gone and I see a small slit in my clit. It feels
funny as I hold it.


The next few days, my clit pushes out slowly from its nestling place. I am
just pleased it has lost so much of its supersensitivity. I really need to
stop thinking of this as a clit. It is a dick, a tiny cock. I have a piss
slit and in some ways the closure of my piss slit marked the finality of my
old dick, the re-emergence of that ability marks this as a little prick and
not a clit. It will take a while to adjust.


I spend the next few days endlessly touching and exploring myself. The fat
clit that I had seems to be emerging from its nestled folds. It feels so
different and not in a bad way, just not in any way that I can use to get
off. Which as time passes becomes a source of frustration. The walls of my
pussy are not as sensitive, and I notice that I am much drier than I was.


I almost feel like I am being put on some sort of rewind. Then after a
couple of days of not cumming and mostly butt sex. I was getting really
horny and I couldn't seem to get off. The anal orgasms were great, but I
also had this strange, crazy sexual need that I couldn't achieve.


I asked Liam to try and fuck me in my pussy and it was just too tight and
painful. I couldn't take him and I almost cried with relief. He laughed and
said he was happy his occasional pussy was enough for both of us now. He
rolled me over, fucked my ass the only hole left for him to really fuck. I
had a huge buttgasm as his bull cock worked my hole to climax. However,
that strange new sense of sexual need was still there.


The next few days, the pussy leaking slowed and then stopped and I woke up
and showered and found that my pussy had more or less closed. I could
barely dig half a finger into it as I soaped myself down. It was only a
week after the treatment and my hole had nearly closed. The depth had
decreased over the days, the feeling of stretchy wet flesh slowly
dissipated and now nothing but flat smooth skin between my much smaller
lips, my clit now stuck out a little, pointing forward.


I woke up the morning I was due to go to the clinic to find I was sleeping
on my back, my legs stretched and a strange feeling between my legs. I was
having a very strange dream about the kids spinning round in kilts and
talking like trolls. As I come around, there is Liam between my legs,
sniffing like some sort of animal. I look down at him and he looks up at
me.


"Brett, your breeder smell has gone," he says and grins at me.


....


The clinic inspected me and confirmed that the first phase was a little
slower than expected. They had expected my balls to be back. I would have
to wait for the second part of my treatment.


That night, though, I woke up in agony. I headed to the warm water of the
shower. A part of me that had worried was now pleased for the pain. My nuts
were coming back. I knew they were. I'd gone years without feeling the pain
of getting hit in the balls, and now that familiar pain was back. And it
was back in droves, as it felt like both of my balls were being crushed
inside of me. Liam got up with me as I huddled up in the shower, the warm
water soothing me as I felt like someone was stomping on the nuts that
weren't there. I felt the first one slide out and the second slowly
descended down during the night.


I drank whisky and Liam rubbed my back all night as I wept and got drunk as
my balls painfully descended. I noticed they seemed bigger, quite a lot
bigger and if they ached going in, they were agonizing coming back out of
me. I had gotten quite drunk and had more or less passed out before my
balls had come back.


I woke up around early evening and felt fine. A slight headache and a dry
mouth and I got up to take a piss, and it hit me the heft and swing between
my legs. If I hadn't needed to piss so badly, I would have broken down and
cried. Weeping could wait, my piss couldn't.


I still sit down like a bitch, but I don't piss like one and I see my nuts
hang down towards the water. The water level in the bowl here is low
because Liam had the bathroom refitted because his dick would get wet. I
start to let my piss spray and I have to stop and push my clit down. There
is piss everywhere. I let the flow go, pushing my 2 inch shaft down and it
wants to stick out. I laugh. It is a dick now. I have a dick and balls. Big
fucking egg sized balls.


"I have a tiny dick." I laugh. "I have a fucking tiny dick," I yell in joy.


"Yes, and you pissed all over the floor again. That is no example for Jake,
is it?" Liam says, standing at the door grinning.


I go to wipe myself and I sort of don't have to. I do anyway. I am a bit
drippy and Liam has the cleaner bot cleaning up already.


I stand up and feel them, my balls. I see the look on his face.


I go to the mirror and there I am, Brett. Tall, muscular, my nicely forming
chest muscles, my strong, handsome face, a fucking stud. I hold my nut sac
and remember how it slipped through my fingers when it went and now the
wonderful ugly scrotum is back and I cup it and look in the mirror again. I
am a muscle god with huge nuts and a tiny peen.


"Liam, they are fucking huge," I say.


"Well, they are bigger than mine." he says, still grinning.


I have egg sized nuts hanging low between my legs and I shake my hips and
they feel full and heavy.


I walk over to him and swing my hips as I walk. "Fuck, they feel so fucking
good," I say.


I grab his nuts. "Careful." He says and I compare our balls.


"Fuck, I have bull nuts," I say, and laugh.


"Yeah, Brett and a tiny dick," He says, and grabs me and holds me and spins
me around. "Almost back Brett," he says, and we make out until we hear the
kids.


.....


We settle the kids down and rush to bed. I love the new feeling between my
legs. No more bleeding, no more pussy slime. No more cunt boners.


I am still wet back there, but so is he. I will have to keep that
cunt. There is no safe bloom reversal yet and I am not sure I would want
one.


Liam is eager to fondle my balls, and he notices a little slime on the end
of my little dick and that the mound has really started to go down. My dick
still looks more like a clit than a dick, only 2 inches and it won't get
hard


He sucks it and it doesn't really feel very much of anything. I end up
letting him butt fuck my ass raw and I feel a little cum drip out of my
clit-cock. The useless release of a few tiny white spots. We inspect them
like clues at a murder scene and we cuddle and kiss, our joy mutually
infectious. I love how happy he is for me.


"Not long now, baby." He says.


....


The next week. I got the second set of shots and some new pills. I take on
a few clients from the downtown gym I go to. I had wanted to start doing
something like this for a while. David suggested it. A lot of people like
the personal touch and it gets me out of the house. I love the gym.


I had been working out with David, and he notices me in the shower. He
notices my nuts and says nothing, just gives me a smile and a look. I
suggest we go for a drink and I will tell him what is going on.


We go for a drink and I tell him my story, and how I am being restored. I
tell him about Albion and the Academy and I talk about it all in a way I
rarely do other than with Hans or Liam. He listens and is
appalled. "Barbaric." seems to be all he can really say and I know he is
right.


David is probably my best friend in Albion. He has visited us a few times
at the house. He doesn't pry and the first time he came over and found Liam
and the kids naked, he looked. The next time he visited, he took off his
clothes and joined in. I also think Liam sort of likes him as well in the
way I liked York.


He was the one who talked to me about getting some work as a Personal
Trainer, he called it. It was a great idea. I love that I have a few people
willing to pay for me to teach them how to lift and shift weights. I think
about how good it would be to be fully restored working out naked and
training my clients nude, but that is Avon for you. I will have to wear gym
clothes, but how good would it be to let the men of Avon see a fully
restored Albion bull working out in all his glory? Sometimes clothes are
overrated, however I am sure I will look good in those tight gym garments.


...


The next few weeks are wonderful but also torturous. The feeling of having
my nuts back is amazing. I love how big and heavy they feel between my
legs. The sway they make as I walk around the house. I even love how I
crush them if I sit cross-legged. I also love how my dick looks more and
more like a dick, even without the foreskin. It still pokes out, but isn't
long enough to hang down. It is also slowly starting to get some feeling
and I can feel it sort of getting hard. I think, though, on inspection they
are phantom boners. It also starts to get girth. It is turning into a
little fat cock. Those weeks Liam mostly fucks my butt. He had been doing a
lot of Pussy Guy till this point, but now he is taking control and owning
my ass cunt.


I love to let him tap my tiny dick, knowing it will get bigger. Not as big
as his, but still back to my old dick, that would be good. I love to see
his bull cock against my own fat small forming dick. Knowing it is getting
bigger.


The bit that was torturous was that gnawing feeling of need. It was almost
unbearable even an assgasm wasn't taking away the strange need. I knew what
it was. I was fucking horny and tugging my little pud dick was not helping
me get the release. It only lessened after I had my first emission. It
happened in the gym. Just the warm thick spooge filling my
pants. Fortunately, I am wearing black undergarments and loose ones at
that. In the early days, I have a few of the quiet emissions I inspect
every one of them. I look for thickness and whiteness. It is cum but not as
thick or white as I would like. The volume is not enough for a real load. I
am starting to cum again and it is wonderful. Even if I am not ejaculating,
it is cum.


Then the emissions start to feel nice,I have one in my sleep. I have a sexy
dream. I am fucking Liam. So it was at the three-week mark and he was
sucking me off. My dick started to feel stiff like a boner. I twitch and I
feel the little stick react in his mouth. I have a tiny stiffy. Liam must
have noticed, because he lifts his head off my cock and looks at me.


"Brett, I think you got a boner baby," he says, and pulls it down and it
pings back like a boner and he does it again.


"Liam. What the fuck? That is really fucking sensitive," I say and look at
my little stiff cock.


"Baby, you are hard," he says and squeezes it. And it does feel more than
firm; it isn't rock hard, but it is harder than it has been since this
started. He pings it again, and it bounces back into place stiff-ish. He
puts his mouth back on it and works and works my tiny dick and I cum. It
happens almost out of nowhere, the sensation of his mouth up and down the
shaft, the swirl of his tongue around my scar, and my cut dick shoots and
it is a massive load. Those old muscles are back, not as strong, but it's
that feeling I shoot. It is weaker than I remember, but I feel shot after
shot. Not the dumb dribbling. I fucking came in Liam's mouth and it was a
lot. I can feel my little shrimp dick twitch and pulse.


It was a real load. I feel it. I felt that, and it was my ball
butter. Thick and ropey and it just feels so fucking good.


He swallows it all down. He carries on sucking me, and I push him off
because the fucking thing is spent and sensitive. I fucking can't believe
it. That feeling, that just cum feeling of a dick that is a bit too
sensitive. Shit, I have a real dick and I just came. I never had that with
my fucking clit. I am spent, my dumb clit was never spent. My shrimp dick
is done. He drained my fucking nuts. I need to stop and pause because right
now it feels funny.


My dick is still a little hard, 2.5 inches maybe, but it is a dick. I have
a working plump maggot dick and I look at him and he looks at me.


I loved the feeling it wasn't as intense as I would have liked, but it was
still me cumming.


"Well, I think you taste better than you used to," Liam says and we share a
kiss and I smell my cock and spunk on his breath as we make out.


The next few days I work that little thing. I jerk it and let Liam suck my
cock and it feels almost normal and then real sensitive. My boner is
back. I feel it now. I feel it straining and throb and when I touch the
little thing, it is rock hard and stiff. The squishy feeling is gone. It is
so small and fat. I have a tiny sensitive cut dick, but I have a dick and I
love it. I love my little dick.


Bit by bit I am being restored.


.....


I am here in the clinic with Liam. It has been six months since I started
the treatment.


The first month my piss hole closed, my cunt closed, my balls grew back and
my dick took on its shape. Soft it was 2 inches the size of my clit, but
without the folds of my mound it was all exposed. Hard 2.5 inches. Then
nothing. At the three month mark, they gave me a different treatment. The
warnings were the same and they couldn't work out what had gone wrong. They
were surprised I was left with a maggot dick. They didn't say that, but
that was the way I took it. It had gotten a little fatter. That thing was a
little fat 2 inch stump, hard 2.5 inches.


Then nothing. I spent weeks tugging my tiny dick. Liam would do the same
and measure it. I know he was disappointed for me. He tried to hide it, but
I think he has some guilt. I think we still have some time before he gets
over what they did to me and him in the academy. I try to joke about being
a shrimp dick. He laughs, we both do. My little dick, though, is now a
joke.


The clinic thinks the new treatment will be better. It started off so
well. I first noticed it on my legs and under my arms and then all over my
fucking body. The prickly feeling of stubble growing out. I itched
something chronic as my hair started to grow back. It was awful and yet I
loved every scratch. I wallowed in the discomfort as it all started to come
in slowly and itchy, but it was coming back. The hair began to grow around
my cock smooth for so long and it only took a short while and I realized
that my little fat pecker would be hidden in the thick forest that was
emerging. This hadn't happened with the first treatment and it had
surprised the Doctor. I took this as a good sign that this treatment was
finally going to work as it should.


Then it carried on coming and coming. I notice my toes, my knuckles, along
my fingers, and my ass. I was a ball of fucking blonde fur. It was fucking
everywhere. Thank god I am blond. My back and shoulders. I was a walking
fucking furball. I got a little alarmed as it took on a darker tone. Not a
deep, dark tone. Just a lightish brown but enough of a shade for the hair
to be more visible than the light coat of fur I had before as a boy.


The excessive hair growth was most noticeable on my ass in particular right
down the crack, the swirls of long hair matted with my butt juice. I
thought about how hairy Zach used to be and now I have him beat. I finally
get to grow out a beard and it is thick and grows quickly. In a way, it is
good to have the choice of being smooth or hairy. I shouldn't complain that
I have the choice.


Over almost a three week period, I had become covered in a pelt of
hair. The clinic said it was nothing to be worried about. What was of
concern was that my dick wasn't getting bigger. They didn't use those
words. They said the treatment wasn't working as expected.


No fucking shit. I was a walking fucking ape. Thick, coarse hair all over
my body. A swirly mass of hair. Slightly darker than it had been, but still
quite light unless it was wet. However, it was everywhere and so thick and
coarse compared to my smooth breeder skin. Liam loved it. He would stroke
my chest hair and run his fingers through the mass of hair. The kids
started calling me furry mommy. They seem to not even notice how hairy Liam
is, but I think they are just used to seeing him like that.


Liam even enjoyed what happened next, but for slightly different reasons
that I would discover later. I began to sweat. Not just sweat, I mean, I
was in my own personal climate. I would shower and the very action of
drying myself would leave me dripping. I would just move and I could feel
myself dripping in fucking sweat. I would walk out of the gym and I would
just be soaked. I took to wearing dark loose clothes.


The thing I hated was it accentuated just how fucking ape-like I had
become. It was the smell, though. I would get real smelly real quick. I
never showered so fucking much. A real stale, musky smell. I had just
stopped smelling like a fucking breeder and now this.


Then the Acne. Fucking all over. My back, my ass, and my face. That was
hard. My blemish-free skin is marked with red welts. My skin is oily, and I
am covered in these marks. I still look at myself only with less pride and
more with horror. A hairy, acne ridden freak with a 2 inch shrimp dick. I
am smaller than Aiden and Jonas in length. Their lack of endowment had
always been a source of amusement to me, but this is not fucking funny.


I wish I hadn't been so bold at the gym. I had proudly shown them I was no
longer a pussy guy. I had a dick and huge balls and they would be able to
watch me getting bigger. They would soon see the old Brett, but as the
weeks went by, I felt shy. It wasn't getting bigger, well, not really. It
was getting fatter, a real pud of a dick.


I would see them looking at my short stout stumpy cut maggot dick and look
at me the way I looked at Jonas and Aiden, some with pity, some with
humor. I am a fat maggot dick freak.


Worse than that, I was really horny and my dick was really sensitive. Liam
could get me off in minutes, sometimes under a minute. Unlike a pussy, it
wasn't always ready to go again.


It wasn't just with Liam; it was all the fucking time. At the gym, it was
the worst. I would find I would cum just from the friction of my
movements. I would just jizz in my pants. Nobody could see. I know
sometimes people might notice a little moan or whimper of shock, pleasure,
and surprise from me.


My little fat cock is not big enough to tent my fucking baggy workout
shorts. Rubbing itself to completion. The wet soaked cum settling in a mass
of fucking hairy pubes.


The over-sensitivity is normal, apparently. That will settle down over
time, they tell me. Apparently, they had told me all of this at some point.


...


I had come home, and it was still fairly early. I was dripping in sweat
just walking in to greet Liam. I was taking off my clothes and moaning
about my little dick that was firing all the fucking time. At least it was
small, so nobody could see. He laughed as he helped me unpack my gym kit
and he picked up my underwear and looked at the stains and sniffed them.


"Liam, I shot two loads into them this afternoon they fucking stink," I
say.


"Yeah, I know," he says and takes another huff. He pulls out my gym socks
and work out shoes. He sniffs them.


"Liam, you fucking perv!" I say, and chuckle. I see his dick has got really
fucking hard. He picks up the rank underwear.


"Oh!" He said as he took another sniff.


"Liam? Is this your new thing?" I asked him, but his rising dick told me it
could be.


"Might be." He says and I go towards him. I took the pants off him and
pushed him to the bed and rubbed them in his face and he fucked my butt,
sniffing my pants. I kept calling him a dirty fucker.


That seemed to be a start for him to get off on my new smells. I don't
mind. I can't say I find his foot odor attractive or his pants. I keep
hoping he will get that ripe bitch smell, when he does Pussy Guy, but so
far he hasn't.


...


As for Liam, he is really into the Pussy Guy, for him it is the way he
loves to go. I don't mind, not really. But we make a pair. A bull with a 11
inch dong that prefers to get fucked in a pussy and me a breeder with a
short stumpy cock that I can't fuck with.


He still likes to fuck me, but for the most part he prefers getting plowed
in his juicy cunt with a fake cock and sucking off my stump.


A few months after starting the second treatment, I don't cum as quickly as
I used to, but I still get off faster than I would like. My big egg nuts
give a good heavy load and my short chode juts out at a 90 degree
angle. Not pointing up higher like my old dick. I sort of got used to it.


Sometimes, though, I would hold his dick and feel that pang of envy. Or I
would feel him jerking off my pathetic cock and just wish for a few more
inches. I long to fuck his hole. My little dick strains hard at the
thought. Sometimes I will rub one out in the shower. The fat hard little
stump spurts a thick load and it feels great. I love cumming like this. I
just wish it was bigger. I am smaller than Jonas or Aiden. Fatter but
smaller.


I can't fuck with this and I want to so badly. It is a torture. I am so
fucking close. Maybe two inches off where I would like to be to even think
about trying to fuck Liam. I may have a cock, but it is small and ugly. I
have taken to wearing underpants around the house. My policy of nudity
changed because of my shame. Liam and the kids are still naked, but not
me. I was more proud of my pussy than this stumpy nub.


...


Sex with Liam was good. When you share an emotional connection as deep as
ours and have navigated as much as we have, then you just work out the
new. I loved him butt fucking me. I loved eating him out, my little cock
hard and throbbing. I loved not having a cunt, but at times I began to
wonder if I should not have just accepted that I was a breeder.


Maybe that was what I was meant to be.


At the five-month mark and against the Doctor's advice, I took some of his
Pussy Guy and got him to fuck me. He seemed confused that I had done that,
but he fucked me with his big bull cock and as he did, I wondered if this
wasn't maybe what I was supposed to be.


I loved his cock inside me. He fucked me so hard I squirted and the orgasm
felt amazing, but when my little maggot came back, I was relieved. As
horrible as my stump was, I preferred that to having a cunt all the time.


At six months, I was pushing 3.5 inches hard, not really big enough for me
to be able to fuck. It is now 2.5 soft, mostly less. That thing has a habit
of shrinking away in my pubes, especially after a workout. I've got pubes
longer than my dick and that knowledge fills me with shame. However, what
is troubling is that I have 3.5 inches of girth and 3.5 of length hard. The
fat short dick looks strange on me. It softens the contour of my cut head
as the shaft almost seems to merge into the corona. It really is stumpy
looking.


....


I listen to the Doctor talk and Liam squeezes my hand. I look at him and he
is sad. I know he is sad, not because he wants me to have a bigger dick. I
know he wants that. He is sad because we have come so far and tried so very
hard. He has done everything in his power to get me to be the man I
was. His sadness really is because he knows how much I want this.


The Doctor says, "I am so sorry Brett, but that is it. We really can't give
you anything more. Not for at least another year. This was a new treatment
and reasonably safe, but another dose right now could prove lethal. There
is also the complication of the girth. We think the fact they gave you
Zimorette is probably what is affecting the efficacy. Zimorette is a
compound we really don't understand. It could be years before we can really
decode that. Albion and the drugs they use are still so much of a
mystery. We do know it produces a much larger than average clit. I have a
feeling that is why you are gaining in girth in a way that I wouldn't
expect. We think if we carry on with the treatment we are using, you would
gain more girth than length at this stage. Then the toxicity of the
treatments, the risk, just isn't worth it. Look, I know you are
disappointed with the results. I am sure some clinics would give you more
treatments but in good conscience, I just can't."


We leave in the transporter.


"Hey, Brett. Have hope," Liam says and kisses me on the cheek.


I look at him. My little fat boner straining in my pants at my sexy man. He
really is a comfort.


"I love you, Brett. This isn't over if I know you and me. This isn't over
baby," Liam says, and squeezes my hand and strokes my hair. I notice as he
puts his hand on my leg there are loose strands of blond hair on his
fingers. I run my hand through my hair and look at my hand, some more blond
strands have come free.


I had hope, but as the clinic drifts out of view, and we fly over the
city. I feel my hope ebbing away. I have turned myself into a hairy, sweaty
ape with a short fat dick. I hope I am not losing my fucking hair. Fuck, I
was only trying to be the man I thought I was. Maybe I was born to be a
fucking breeder with a cunt.


...


(Chapter 68.) Maggot dick.


It has been a year since that disappointment. When I got back that day, I
was brought back to real life immediately. Richard and Liam Jr. were
fighting and Hans was trying to get Baby Jason to stop crying. Jake was
pissing on the floor and laughing hysterically and I leapt into action, as
did Liam, and that was it. Normal life resumed.


Kids are a great reminder that life goes on. It is more than what you have
between your legs. They don't care, they want to run and play and have fun
and eat. They want to love and to be loved in return. Family makes
everything seem so normal. A large one like ours with a new baby is
frenetic and hectic but is also fun.


The boys turned 3 that year and little Jason turned 1. We took a family
vacation to Freelandia. Hans joined us. It was warm and we stayed in a
small house on the oceanfront. I get to go in the ocean and I love
it. Playing on the beach with the kids in the sand. It is a wonderful
time. The kids enjoy themselves. They probably would have been just as
happy in Hans's cabin in the mountains, but I enjoy the warm air and even
though Avon City is not far from the ocean, we never visited the sea. So it
was strange to see that and go into the sea.


It was a wonderful holiday seeing the kids playing in the sand. Helping
them make castles and watching them destroy them. Freelandia has a very
progressive atmosphere like Avon. It was one night when Liam and I go out
to the colorful bars and have a meal, do we notice a whorehouse. They are
marketing it as Albion Breeders. Pictures of painted Breeders adorn the
walls outside. As we walk past it, I look at Liam and he looks at me.


"God Brett, do you think we know anybody in there?" He says and we move on.


We have resumed contact with the people we know and love in Albion. Mason
is now little more than Breeder number 2 for Greg. He has had two children
now and is having his third. Greg rarely shares their bed except to knock
him up. Thomas is happier than ever. Counsel Alderton and he are very happy
together. Little Brett has grown so much. He talks and uses some terrible
language. I can't say too much. Our three eldest have picked up some choice
words as well. I think they get that from Liam.


Mother seems happy with the fat judge, although the sheen may have worn
off, the judge is talking about a new breeder. Mother seems resigned to
that. It is hard to tell, he is usually drunk. Angel is the same as ever,
at least seems to be. I try to relate to how he feels about seeing Richard
and compare it to me seeing Little Brett. I somehow feel they are slightly
different things, though. Angel works as a whore, still in the academy. I
have a normal life, more normal than I would sometimes like. I have my
children and his. I have a family. I miss Little Brett, but I know he is
cared for and I had made my peace with that a long time ago. The calls are
somewhat stilted and we are careful about what we do and don't say as much
as possible. We know they are monitored by the authorities in Albion. I
have to say with the passing of time, it all seems so very far away. So
different. Albion seems almost barbaric looking back on it.


Family is the best and enough to take your mind off most things. Even a
tiny fat dick.


The work also helps. I have enough clients now to keep me busy and I work a
few afternoons a week. I am now the shy guy in the gym. At the piss walls
in the toilet. The mountain of muscle hiding under baggy clothes. My little
new cut shame. I get a boner and you can hardly notice the stumpy bulge. I
told David what happened, and he has turned out to be a good friend. Like
most people in Avon, though, most people don't care about your genitals,
pussy, or cock. The free and easy attitude to genitals and sex is
refreshing. It doesn't really help how I feel about my fat shortcoming. I'm
glad the sweating died down, at least from the excessive levels it was at
and my skin cleared up. I still sweat more than I did. I am still hairy. I
could get the bot to shave it off, but the carpet of hair that coats me is
something I am sort of living with. I also know it will itch like fuck when
it comes back. I keep a small trimmed beard. My facial hair grows so fast
and is very thick. I also shaved my head. My blonde locks got very thin
around my crown. I looked terrible. I looked into a few treatments, but for
now, I keep it bald. I look quite different.


Hans had insisted on planning a partnership ceremony for Liam and
myself. It was a small affair, but I met some of Liam's family from Hans'
side. Cousins and uncles. We had cousin Hamish stay with us. I think that
was Hans' idea because he put up all the other relatives. As soon as Hamish
arrived, the muscular redhead got undressed and made himself right at
home. I was still wearing underpants around the house, but the kids and
Liam are still naked. Hamish was only a year older than Liam and I had met
him a couple of times when he visited the city, but he had never stayed
with us.


The ceremony was touching, a simple set of vows about partnership and
sharing our lives together. Followed by a big party. In some grand old
home. Food and drink and old music. Liam and I wore kilts. The boys wore
little kilts. Little Jake and I spent lots of the day spinning around in
the garments. I still think they are a fun garment. It was all so different
from the bonding room and the Albion way. A life of obedience and
servitude, a butt fuck, an exchange of credit, and that is your lot.


It was a wonderful day, and it was good to finally mark my union with Liam
in a way that made me feel like he was a partner. This wasn't a bull taking
his breeder, this was us as a real couple. Doing this out of choice. It was
a celebration of our love and I am not ashamed to admit that I was very
emotional at points during that day and I was pleased to see so was Liam.


Hamish stayed with us for a few days after the ceremony. I could tell Liam
and I were having a similar thought about his rather attractive cousin that
night before Hamish left us. It wasn't like they hadn't done it
before. Apparently, Hamish and Liam had fooled around some years
ago. Hamish and his state of arousal also made it seem he might be
interested as well.


I took some Pussy Guy and when I showed up pussy ready Hamish nearly did a
Liam, I thought he was going to cum on the spot. The 6ft 1 ginger guy had a
nice beard. He was not as handsome as Liam, he had a more rugged face. He
was quite average, with just over 6 inches of uncut cock and a hairy
body. He was big and muscular, not like me, but big for an Avon guy.


"Huh? I did wonder what you were hiding in those loose pants you
wear. Thought you just had a small cock. So we are going to play?" Hamish
says as he sees me coming in naked with my pussy on display.


"Well, only if you want to?" I say.


"Well, I think my hard cock is saying yes."


Liam took the back, and Hamish took the front. It was strange being fucked
again, and I loved it the feeling of being penetrated like that was
amazing. The sensations and the orgasm of a real good fucking with two
cocks in you was amazing. I had done Pussy Guy on very odd occasions with
Liam, that really was more his thing. He would have done it himself, but he
still maintains the only real cock he will ever take is mine. He hasn't
given up on stumpy. He still insists I will be restored. I am less sure and
probably that is why I wanted to go this way. That and I had no intention
of letting Hamish see my short, fat dick.


Once he saw Liam properly hard Hamish made a joke about his formerly little
cousin. The last time they'd played together Hamish edged out Liam for
size, even if it was just by a fraction of an inch. Now there was no
contest between the two of them.


They change around now Liam took my front and Hamish the back. They really
hit the spot. The hammering of the two of them was wonderful they seem to
have found a good hard rhythm and as big as I am, they managed to move me
around and fuck me like a rag doll.


I knew I was about to let out bitch spray. Unlike before, when I would feel
a sense of dread and bliss. This was just bliss. I let it go. That fake
bitch piss, coating all three of us. The shame is gone. As small as my
stump was, I still had a cock and it would be back tomorrow and this would
be a memory. The regret I sometimes feel is nothing compared to having my
dick back, however small.


I watched as Liam sucked Hamish off. I sometimes forget what a skilled
cocksucker Liam is as he kneels down in front of his cousin. His 11 inch
bull dong is almost twice the length of the one he blows. Even though
Hamish had emptied his nuts twice already, he blew a load quickly under
Liam's expert ministrations.


Liam would have made a really great breeder. I think as I watch him spill a
load on the floor as he jerks himself off to completion his long uncut bull
cock framed in that thick gold cock ring. He really would have taken to it
a lot better than I did.


....

Liam and I still have lots of sex, and he does a lot of Pussy Guy. We both
notice that the more he has done, his cunt when it comes in seems bigger
and beefier, his clit is almost 2 inches. Which we both realize is ironic;
his clit is almost as big as my dick.


He had the doctors at the clinic check it out. It seems he was given some
Zimorette as well. If they had given him the full treatment and turned him
into a breeder, he would have had a big ugly cunt. It means he would be
able to take an Albion-sized cock in his fake pussy.


He will fuck me, and I will fuck him on the Pussy Guy. Sometimes I take a
little and see the familiar folds of my pussy reappear and then we will
bump clits of our matching ugly cunts. I can see he has started to not like
the way his cunt comes in. I catch him staring at it.


He even asked me one night, uttering the immortal line. "Brett baby. Do you
think my cunt is ugly?" He said.


"Well, it ain't pretty," I reply and we wrestled and laughed as he
pretended to be affronted by my less than an effusive endorsement of his
cunt. I sort of like that he has a big clit and an ugly cunt. I know how he
feels, at least he has a hood to protect the super sensitive head. We often
compare our pussies. The only thing about him that I find odd is that he
doesn't smell like a breeder. It doesn't have that odor, not as strong as I
would like. That musk just isn't there. Still, I like bumping pussies with
him. It makes me feel almost normal.


The year passes so quickly, so when the visi message comes from the clinic
about a possible treatment I was taken off guard. I had lost myself in the
world of Liam, the family, and a little work.


I try not to get my hopes up.


......


(Chapter 69.) Brett's fat cock.


Liam is lying beneath me and he looks up at me, his legs spread and ready
to take me.


It has only been a month since I got the new treatment and slowly my dick
began to get longer and thicker. I now show a semi respectable 4 inches
soft. Hard I topped out at 6 inches of cut meat. It still is pretty ugly
and fat. The girth is now almost 5.5 inches. It grew quickly, and I got the
sweats again and the acne. However, I was progressing nicely. I even grew
an inch in height. So now I am at eye level with Liam. At least it was one
side effect that I welcomed. After over a year and a half with a maggot
dick, the relief is palpable.


As it grows, I realize the dick is not at all like my old one. For one, it
is cut. Now I don't mind that so much and I have sort of got used to the
slight loss of feeling in my bell end and the deeper feeling I get from
gripping the whole fucking thing in my hand. I have almost got used to
lube, spit and shower jerks. Liam turned out to be very skilled with my
stumpy dick. He certainly has great cock skills. His cocksucking is as good
as Mark the whore, and his hand skills are really quite something. He
always gets the right pressure and motion. He always knew how to get stumpy
off and as my dick elongates he is finding ways to jerk it that intrigue
me.


I sort of envy him the ability to jerk off his long dong without lube
because of his foreskin. However, I love that even though my dick is less
sensitive around the dry, calloused head. The shaft feels so fucking
good. On balance, it feels pretty fucking good. It isn't just that it is
getting bigger. It is the look of my dick that is different. Now a little
fatter, the head and shaft look quite good. This is quite noticeable
without a foreskin. I sort of like the way the shaft merges more into the
head.


We compare cocks and mine is getting to be almost as thick as his long thin
python of a bull cock. Liam looked and clapped with glee at my progress. It
was not very bull-like, but I think he has given up much pretense that was
ever really who he was.


Liam has been on at me all week about fucking him and I have resisted. I
never fucked anyone with something this short before. Hell, I don't think I
was this short the first time I jacked off as a boy! Shit, I haven't fucked
for what seems like a while. I know I last longer now. That problem had
gone away some months ago.


I just don't want to disappoint him or myself. I am still hardly a stud in
mind. However, in one of Liam's moments of dominance. He put his foot down.


"When that gets to 6 inches, you are fucking me, Brett. I don't care how
bad it is, I want to feel your dick in my cunt. I was 6 inches when I
fucked you first. Fuck, it is already really fat. Much fatter than my old
cock and almost as fat as my so-called bull dick. Do you think it was easy
for me to push you into letting me fuck you? No, it wasn't. You were the
only person I ever fucked until that point, and I was scared shitless. So
we are doing this and when it is 6 inches, that is going in me. That is
it." He says.


So he measured it every night since and now here we are, him below me slick
as anything, his 2 inch clit twitching away, legs spread and ready.


I go to slide it in.


"No! No! Tap it on my clit, tell me how small and pathetic I am. Brett,
please do it properly." Liam says.


I roll off him. "Liam, that is boner killer talk, right there. I say. Come
on, I am nervous as hell here," I say, and he looks at me with a little
sympathy.


"I know. I am sorry. Really sorry. Look Brett, the truth is it probably
won't be great, but I just can't wait any longer. I know you and if it
isn't great, it will be soon. It isn't like I haven't let you down, lots of
times. Those early days, even with all the best drugs in Albion, I was
pretty bad, and we got through it, didn't we?" He says. I look at him.


"I guess I just want it to be-" I say, but he cuts me off.


"I know what you want, and I am sorry for the boner killer talk. You want
it to be perfect. Brett, just feeling you in me will be perfect. You know
how that feels. I only had the fake cock. I want to feel you in my pussy,
that is, it. All the rest will fall into place." He adds and kisses me.


"Maybe I can try on your ass?" I say.


"No Brett. I am pussy ready, and I had enough of this bullshit. Now just
fuck me, please. Then I might give my ass up for you." He says and is angry
at first, but grins.


"Come on baby, can we do this before I dry up," he says.


"Oh Fuck. Ok," I say.


He rolls over and down and takes off the sheath from my cock. We had to
special order the damn things. Liam's bull cock needed special condoms
ordered in as the ones you could get around here were made for Avon sized
dicks, not the cock you find on a bull. Then when it came for me to use a
sheath we found Liam's were too long and the local ones were too thin, so
it was another special order again. He takes my softening cock and sucks
me. He is so good at this. He takes it down to my trimmed blond bush with
relative ease and gets me throbbing and twitching, and I am enjoying this a
little too much. I push him off and look down and I am hard.


My bulbous mushroom head and sleek cut shaft. My thick scar is hard, taut
and ready. That is a real gift he's got there. Like his snake, this guy can
unhinge his fucking jaw.


"OK," I say and roll him on his back. I grab a new sheath and roll it on. I
climb on top of him. He is smiling and happy and his excitement, which is
normally so infectious right now, isn't helping as I line up against his
wet hole and feel the wet folds of his pussy as I apply the pressure of my
cock to his entrance. Right now, I want the comfort of a fake cock. I move
my hips forward and his pussy engulfs my mushroom head.


The feeling of his hot, wet pussy caressing my sheathed cock in warmth is
almost too much. I am glad I am not raw as I slowly thrust up and into
him. I see his face burn as he feels my cock enter his needy fuck tunnel. I
know how he feels. I get a pang of envy knowing that he has this easy, all
he needs to do is lie there and take this. I don't glide in. I am stuffing
him and stretching him and he pants as I begin to push deep inside him.


I finally hilt him as I thrust to get every last bit in. He pants a little.


"Fuck Brett. It feels really fucking big. Fat and good." He coos and I feel
my body grind into his and my crotch connects with his clit as I dig my
dick as deep as I can. He lets out a moan.


"Oh Shit Brett. Hold still. Just like this. Please, just for a moment." He
pants, his face flushed. His smile was replaced by a look of contentment. A
small tear forms as I lie on top of him and I lean down and kiss him and he
kisses me hard.


He is right; it does feel good, no not good, blissful. I want to cry, but I
don't. I hold on to that. I finally feel so good about who I am. I have
grown an inch in height and now I feel almost like my old self. Now I am
about to fuck Liam the way I always thought I would. This is my fantasy
made real, me lying nuts deep in my breeder. Only it is Liam, not a
breeder. This is the man I love and I love the connection of having him
stuffed and stretched on my fat fucking dick.


I slowly draw my dick out and back and begin to pump him, making sure with
each thrust I get the pressure of my weight on his clit. I may not be long
enough to bang the back of his cunt, but I am fat and I know how good a fat
cock can feel. As I thrust and grind and start to fuck him I feel the
muscle memory coming back. I can do this. I was born to do this. I love
fucking and I am good at this and I can see it in his eyes as they open
wide at points, his moans betray him and when he cums he shudders and I
feel his cunt milk my cock. I cum far too soon for my liking, my own burst
of nut butter flows and fills the sheath and I am done as he is still
cumming below me.


I know how he feels. He is connected to me right now and never wants me to
leave. He will feel the sense of emptiness and loss in his pussy when I
take it out, and he will love that feeling of being freshly fucked. I feel
a sense of pride that I finally gave him that feeling. I fucked him.


I finally fucked Liam's cunt. It felt amazing that I could do the one thing
I was good at with the man I love. While my cock just burst, I feel my
heart will as well. That swell in my chest is bigger than ever as I gaze
down on Liam, my pussy guy.


The sex gets better as the night progresses. We do it again and again. I
forgot the feeling of being truly spent. A good fuck will do that to
you. This is like a whole new dick and I love it. We get better and I last
longer, I do him doggy and he screams and moans as I fuck him hard and
fast.


He gives up his ass and I fuck him raw in his butt and I nut in
minutes. The warm wet hole directly on the skin of my cock is almost too
much. He laughs as he remembers how he fucked me in the butt and came
quickly, and I laughed at him. Now the roles are reversed and I love it. I
love that our roles are reversed.


His 11 inch shaft always comes back and I look at the length and marvel at
that cock. Almost twice as long as mine. I look at my fat cock and as I
marvel at its length, I really don't feel that envy. That feeling is almost
gone.


.....


For the next few weeks, my life only gets better. I have grown to 8.25
inches hard, 7.0 soft. Frustratingly I'm shorter than the man I was, even
if I'm longer soft. I also got a little thicker. I am just over 6.3 inches
in girth. This thing is menacing. We had to special order a whole new set
of condoms for it. It is a shower. It hangs down and when it gets hard; it
points out and not up. The curve that bent up in my old dick is gone. This
is a thick fat bat of dick. I have a lot of new moves to learn. It is so
foreign. The thick shaft melts into the wide mushroom head, but not the
comical look of the fat, wide head going down into my old sleek shaft. This
is a fat stumpy tool. It is a whole new dick. Not the long rod I had. This
is a fat pussy wrecker.


While I care a little that I am not who I was, I am so pleased. At work, I
swagger around the changing room. I got some of those tight workout clothes
that a lot of the others wear. I am training Andy, a pussy guy, he is a
friend of David and I love how he wears the tight gear as well. He has a
lovely fat camel toe. I laugh at myself for being so ashamed of mine.


Liam isn't ashamed of his pussy and neither is Andy. I just hadn't really
ever seen myself like that, and now I don't have a pussy anymore, my dick
is back. I can honestly say it was not for me.


I also love that Liam is finally embracing the man he wants to be. I love
how courageous he is.


I still have a butt cunt and even if I could get rid of that, I
wouldn't. But one cunt really is enough for me. I will keep my bloom and be
proud of it.


Our sex life has been varied this past month. My dick seems to have stopped
growing. Now at 8.25 inches, this seems to be it for this treatment.


We have had a couple of nights with both of us having dicks, his much
longer dick against my much fatter cock. It is only when I see them as we
rub cock and he lets me try to dock in his foreskin that I see how wide I
stretch the skin around his cock. Our roles are not quite reversed. I have
the shorter, much fatter cut cock and he has the longer, thinner uncut bull
cock. I love how he struggles to stretch his ample foreskin around my cut,
matte head. His shiny protected mushroom against my dull torpedo. The first
time he did that and jerked me off using his foreskin, we came and as he
pulled his foreskin back, our combined loads fell onto the floor below us.


I love the feeling of rubbing our cocks together. He has to lube mine as we
jerk each other and squeeze our dicks together. The thick heft of my cock
means I love a two-handed jerk. Strangely, it was Liam who did that to me
first.


We 69 each other, stuffing our mouths as full as we can with cock. Choking
as we face fuck one another. The one drawback of my new fat pole is that
Liam, as skilled as he is, can't really suck me off like he could. I have
challenged his oral skills, but he is up to the challenge and is usually
able to get me off. I am sure he will get the hang of my new size. His
eager gobbling on my dick tells me he will give it a real fucking good go.


We butt fuck one another. I notice how my cock strains even against his
slick breeder butt cunt. He gets a good assgasm from my new fat cock and
while I don't struggle to find the angles in many ways; it is almost
irrelevant. I seem to get him off just from the thickness of my shaft
rubbing over his prostate. I notice how long I last compared to before. I
have stamina now that I never had before. The lack of sensitivity is
noticeable and I love that I can plug his butt raw and fuck him. I love how
flexible my dick is and how we can move into any number of positions.


He tries to do the same with me and I see the difference now and so does
he. He cums quicker and gets me off less when it comes to fucking. I find
my old self coming back. The confidence, the moves. The feel and shape of
my new cock.


The reality is though that Liam prefers the role of receptive partner and
loves getting fucked and I love fucking him. I love it when I see him
without his gold cock ring. I know that is when he is getting pussy ready.


The thing we really noticed wasn't so much the length, it was the
girth. Even since that first time, he felt tighter, and he panted more as I
plugged his hole with my stump of a dick.


I could see in his eyes and feel it in his pants and the way his cunt
gripped my cock when he came how good I felt in him. I knew the difference
between a thick cock and a long cock and how they could do different things
to a cunt. I had a bit of both now and Liam was loving it.


Just before I got my final measurements, I loved how tight he was starting
to feel on my cock, how it wouldn't slide in as easily as it had. And the
last time I fucked him before I went back to confirm my latest
measurements. I got him at the back of his pussy. I know because I saw the
telltale wince of me banging his back door. I had the length I had prayed
for. I could now work Liam's cervix.


It wasn't only my dick that was swollen, so was my pride. I had not made
Liam squirt until this point. I know I came close a couple of times but not
yet, but with the right amount of slow easy pressure slowly tickling his
cervix, I could give this bull the best fuck he has had so far.


I noticed his eyes. I slow down my movement, each one just enough pressure,
gently, slowly, and I feel envious almost as to how good this feels for
him. But it is nothing compared to what I am feeling right now. Knowing how
good it feels for him and wanting to get him off in the best way.


I notice a change in his hips as he tries to buck me in and go faster as my
fat hefty cock works his G spot and his cervix and he wants a quick fast
fuck. Like the others I gave him, and he wants that familiar, easy,
powerful orgasm.


"No baby. Let me do the work." I say and kiss him.


I move in and out with steady pumps and build up the pressure and I slowly
start to see it in his expression and moans and his body. His big powerful
hands gripping the sheets.


"OH GOd BRett, what are you doing?" He bucks up.


I start to pick up a strong steady faster pace and he moans and groans and
I know what he feels and that works me up even more. I almost get too close
myself as my thick tool plugs him and stretches him and builds him up for a
real fucking bitchgasm.


He starts to beg for more and when I know I have him really close, I let
him have it. My leg muscles kick in, years of working on my thick strong
powerful legs piston him like a fucking machine. He is helpless beneath me,
cross-eyed with pleasure impaled on my fat bull dick and wailing. I see in
his face he is unsure what this is, the bubbling cauldron deep in him. Not
his clit, not his G spot. This is a cervix banger and his long legs fly up
and wide, his long bull feet clench. I get that last bit of extra depth
that sends him off, his scream of pleasure is the sign I did it.


I feel the warm spray from his cunt on my crotch. He throws his head back
and shakes and screams and shudders, violently creaming hard on my cock,
spewing his breeder cum onto me and his eyes are shocked. His cunt walls
grip my shaft hard and tremble, pulsing on my thick pole buried deep in his
quaking snatch.


I know that feeling the helpless eruption of a cunt ejaculation combined
with a deep, hard orgasm. I flood the sheath with my load, work done, as he
cums hard under me.


I roll off him, wipe the sweat from my brow and leave him still panting.


"Shit Brett," he finally says. He looks down at his cunt.


"You liked that?" I say. "That was how you made me feel good, isn't it?" I
say.


He wipes his breeder batter. "I fucking came like a bitch, like a real
breeder bitch. Shit, look at it. So much bitch cum. Fuck and that
orgasm. Fuck. Wow," he kisses me and laughs.


"Shit Brett. That was...I don't know," he says, grinning and kissing me and
stroking my soft fat cock.


"Too good," I say.


"I don't know, yes. Why would you give up feeling like that? It was-" he
says.


I kiss him. "It just wasn't me, baby," I say.


"Oh, fuck can we do it again," He says.


"Yeah, not sure you will be able to do that again tonight and I am not sure
I can either, but I can fuck you. Doggy?" I say.


"Fuck Yes," He hisses and gets on all fours, his needy plump cunt lips
swollen and exposed slick with juice. His balls tucked away deep inside of
him, a breeder bitch on all fours, ready for more of my fat cock.


I fucking love Liam Connor more than ever now. I can finally be the man I
always wanted to be with him.


...


(Chapter 70.)  1 & ¾ of an inch short.


Liam talked me into one pussy night and he fucked me. I think after his
exploration of his cunt, its orgasms, their power, he wanted to see if he
could share that with me.


I foolishly agreed. As soon as my precious dick folded back inside of me
and the familiar ugly cunt formed between my legs. I knew it was wrong, all
wrong. His cock felt good, but I was so scared and he tried so hard to
replicate what I had shown him and I faked an orgasm. The only time I ever
did. The next morning, I thanked the gods as the pain of my nuts started up
and my fat schlong unfurled from deep within me.


I had to talk with Liam later that day. I told him after I hadn't really
enjoyed it. I was so scared that after all this time I would end up like
Hans stuck with a pussy again or worse, stuck with a pussy and knocked
up. He understood and said he would never ask again, we'd only ever do it
if I asked him. He was sorry he pressured me.


I could see the disappointment in his eyes, but I couldn't be that person
anymore, not for any length of time. I told him I was fine bumping pussies
with him. So we did that. I have to say I really liked that, that fucker is
great at cunt play now. He has a technique he uses on my clit scar that
gets me off really quick, but again the relief when I get my dick back is
palpable.


....


I went to the clinic on my own. Mindful of the fact that I was missing 1
and ¾ of an inch from being 10 inches, the length of my old dick. I
am almost three inches short of Liam's bull cock. I think about the dick
I'd have ended up with if I had just been given the Golden Nectar.


Liam was looking after the kids. Hans was out of town, and Jake and Richard
had a fever. It was Liam who had raised the subject of another
treatment. He had known that I wanted to get everything back, completely
restored to my full length. He had made enquiries on my behalf. Without
telling me, naturally. He sprung the news on me that they might be able to
give me one more treatment. It would cost a lot of credit, but it was worth
it to finally restore me to the man I was and maybe the bull I was always
meant to be. That was how Liam put it.


The Doctor confirmed my final measurements. I am 6ft 7 inches tall. My cock
is 8.25 hard and 7.0 soft. I am bigger than I ever dreamed I could be. My
girth is 6.3 inches. He talks about another treatment and starts to warn me
about the girth.


He talks about Liam and how more could be painful for him.


Right now Liam is probably the luckiest man in all Avon.


We talked about one more treatment and the 1 and ¾ inch that I am
short keeps going through my mind.


We also talk about the foreskin restoration treatment before I leave.


I am glad Liam wasn't there. I discussed many things with the Doctor. That
burning desire for a longer cock. A dream of being fully restored. So many
things, but I know what I am going to do.


......


A few nights after my visit to the clinic. We had David around for
dinner. He is talking about his last boyfriend. Some pussy guy from the
gym. It was only 3 months, but he had hopes for this one. I laugh and
remind David I have heard him say that a few times now. David tends to lose
interest. He is 26 and not really ready to settle, that much is clear. I
see Liam is flirting with David again. David is a little bit like me. His
dick is a carbon copy of my old one and he is quite muscular.


The wine is flowing freely, and David and Liam are flirting. David seems
happy enough to be naked when he comes around and Liam seems happy about
that. I watch over the night as David's dick unfurls on and off to its full
10 inches. The skin of his shaft rolling back to show the head of his dick.


Talk about a three way comes up from David. Not with Liam and me, but with
his last partner. Liam coos,"I always wanted to try that. I mean getting an
ass fuck and a pussy fuck. I let Brett try it a couple of times. It always
looks so intense," Liam says, excitedly..


"You `let' me Liam? I will let that one go," I say and Liam blushes. I
think that is mostly the booze talking.


"So you took two cocks at the same time, Brett?" David asks, grinning at
me. I look at David.


"Yes, more than once. But I think Liam is angling for us to do him
tonight." I say and David looks at me, confused. "But I always thought you
were the pussy guy round here Brett? I guess I should know you never assume
anything in Avon," David says, and smiles.


"I can get a pussy in a flash if you want," Liam pipes up and I laugh.


"See David. Liam, roll your tongue back in your mouth. I am game if you
want, but David don't do anything you don't feel comfortable with. I
promise this wasn't a setup." I say.


"Fuck Brett. A three-way with you and Liam would be pretty fucking hot."
David says and I hear Liam clap and squeal as he runs off to get pussy
ready, his big hard dong bobbing as he runs off.


I look at David, and he smiles. "You sure about this, David?" I ask.


"Yeah, fuck two of the hottest guys in Avon, yes," he says and I see his
hard dick twitch.


I let David take the front and I take the back and when Liam gets himself
ready; we plug his holes. My fat cock stuffing Brett's ass. I feel David's
pole slide in and glide over my cock. His 10 inch long cock. He rests
against mine inside of Liam. I can't believe my fat cut cock is now so
close to the carbon copy of my old dick.


His dick really is a thing of beauty. I had noticed it before and now, as
we fuck Liam, I can feel it so close to mine. The long dick I had. My fat
cut dick pushing and fighting with his inside of Liam's fuck holes. We
thrust up and into Liam and he rocks and bucks and moans as David and I
cock fight in our respective holes, each pushing Liam closer to his
climax. His moans tell me he is getting close.


Liam cums and he cums hard. Then so does David and I carry on, still with
more in the tank. I feel Liam shake and roll, I feel David's spent cock
twitch. I feel David's cock soften and he pulls out. I get Liam on all
fours and fuck his ass doggy. I fuck him hard and dump a load inside him as
he cums again a big assgasm.


We lie spent for a while before I get up and take a piss then get some
water. I come back and Liam is sucking David. I smile as I see Liam working
David into a frenzy. He won't last long if we go again, and I smile. A part
of me is proud. Liam is struggling to take my thick cock in quite the same
way these days.


I suggest we change holes for the last go and we do. It is a hot and
frenetic session. My thick legs drive my cock up and into Liam and I know
that my fat pole is also working David's shaft as I power fuck Liam. His
shaft feels almost puny next to my dick. Longer, but not bigger. I can feel
how tight Liam is on my cock, even in my sheath.


I slow down. I proved my point. Liam is close. I have him on the edge. He
is ready to blow. I know the signs. I am a good fuck and I tease him with a
few slower thrusts and then give him a last blast as he erupts. I take
David with him. I hear him groan. I feel the wet spray of bitch cum hit my
belly and crotch.


I roll them off me still panting, David now out of Liam's ass. I stand over
Liam and shower him with my cum as I jerk my cock onto him, coating him
with a huge fucking load. He lies below as I paint his body and he rubs my
cum into his skin. Looking up at me grinning and panting and spent. I see
David with his soft cock, flaccidly satisfied. He looks up at me as well
and smiles.


....


A few days after the threesome. We are out by the lake with the kids,
watching them in a play area. Hans is with them and his new man, Luke. They
met in a bar and they're still in the early days of their
relationship. Luke is a lot younger than Hans, but they seem happy
enough. They are both spinning the kids around on some spinning thing that
will only make them sick. I look away.


"Brett, you never really told me about your visit to the clinic. You just
said we could talk about it when you thought about things. Well, have you
thought about it?" Liam says.


"Yes I have. I'm sorry, I sort of- well, there wasn't much to it." I say.


"Well, was everything ok?" He asks.


"Yes, it was fine. We took measurements and everything was fine and that
was that," I say.


"So no more?" He looks at me quizzically.


"Yes. I thought about it. That wretched 1 and ¾ inch. The bit of
length that would take me from 8 ¼ to 10 inches my old length. It
kept going over in my mind. Then seeing David with my old dick. I was
jealous at first, but I saw the look on your face when we swapped over. I
knew my cock was more than enough, or at least as good. That little bit
extra was not going to make a difference. I also kind of like what I got. I
had made up my mind before we did that with David. David has a great dick
but so do I. I did think about another treatment, but fuck Liam, it's
enough.


"It is already getting too big. You can't really suck me the way you used
to be able to anymore. It is all just enough. More than enough. Just over a
year ago, I thought I was stuck with a stump. Before that, I had a pussy I
hated. No Liam, it is all done. I am happy with what I have."


"You telling me that little extra won't play on your mind?" He says.


"Of course it will, but those are my demons. I don't need that and neither
do you," I say. "I mean, do you think you could take it if it got fatter?"


"Probably not," He says and winces as he thinks about it.


"You were right about monster dongs. I mean, you have one. But another
treatment and fuck knows where I would end up. No. Enough," I say.


He kisses me. "Shit Brett. You know sometimes you really do surprise me."


"Really," I say.


"Yes. In good ways." He kisses my cheek.


"Well, the way I figure it, I am done messing with my dick," I say.


"I love it the way it is. I am pleased. So your foreskin?" He asks.


"No Liam. I am not doing it. First off, I couldn't go 8 weeks without sex
and I saw you and you were miserable. So no. To be honest, it wasn't
something I would have chosen. It was done to me and I wouldn't have chosen
that, but it is something I can live with as it is."


Liam looks at me. "So you don't mind how it looks?" He asks.


"Liam, unless you know of a dick diet, this thing is always going to be
fat, angry, and not pretty. My old dick is gone. So putting a hood on this
thing isn't going to be slimming. So I have a funny-looking cock. To be
honest, I like the way my cock is at the moment. I like the way it
looks. It sort of suits being cut. It is kind of ugly and menacing, but I
sort of like that," I say and chuckle, and so does Liam.


"Menacing. Your menacing fuck tool," Liam says and kisses me. I laugh.


"I know. Thing is, I sort of like it. I like how the scar feels and the
orgasm feels different when I cum. I looked at David the other day and his
cock just looked so bland. So thin and puny. I had that dick once. No, I
sort of like this one. Besides, I last longer now. It is less sensitive and
sure jerking off isn't quite the same but with you around, I don't do that
too often," I say and, he laughs.


"Well, it is your choice," Liam says and kisses me.


"We will need some of that credit for one thing, though," I say.


"Oh, what?" Liam asks.


I take off my head cap and run his hand on my scalp. "This. I want my blond
locks back, baby," I say.


"Of course, baldy," he says and kisses me.


We sat holding hands for a while. Something is bothering me.


"Liam, you did think David's cock was puny next to mine, didn't you?" I
say, smiling at Liam.


"It wasn't that puny," Liam says.


"Yes, Liam, it was puny," I say and glare at him.


"On reflection, you are right. Painfully thin. Didn't touch the
sides. David's cock was ok but your big thick tool is so much better," he
says and kisses me and laughs.


"Yeah, Liam, you need to work on that," I say and kiss him hard and we make
out until the kids come running over and start crawling over us.


...


(Chapter 71.) Liam's cock ring.


It's a few days after I tell Liam I am done with changes to my dick. I find
Liam in the bathroom after I wake up. He is standing at the mirror and
stares at himself. He fondles his long 11 inch uncut bull cock. His big low
hanging balls. He rubs his athletic chest and rubs his hand over his snake
tattoo. He slowly runs a finger around his gold cock ring. I finish pissing
and he is still staring at himself.


I know this is odd because he hardly ever does that. I am the one who is
prone to doing that sort of thing. Just standing and looking at myself. He
smiles as I wash my hands.


"What were you thinking?" I ask him.


"Oh, nothing," he says, and looks at me. His cock has gone soft and nestles
nicely between his legs. "Just waiting for my piss boner to go down." He
smiles and kisses me on the cheek.


I drag him into the shower and butt fuck his hole.


...


The next day Liam has been out all afternoon, and he comes home and
undresses. I notice he is carrying a small box and as he strips out of his
clothes and hugs Jake and picks him up because he wants a hug from
daddy. He kisses me and hands me the small box. I also notice that he has
had the service bot shave him smooth. I like him either way. I love his red
fur, but his smooth body makes his snake tattoo stand out that much
more. This is also a sign that he wants me to fuck him later. I take the
little box off him.


"Oh, for me?" I ask.


"I thought it was time," he says and I don't really understand what he
means.


I open the box and see what is inside. I look down at his cock.


"But this is yours." Inside it is the thick gold cock ring he normally
wears.


"I had it made bigger. I hope it fits. It should be your size," he says.


"But why?" I say to him as he puts Jake down.


"I- Brett-" I cut him off. I almost cry, but I hold it in. I know what he
wants. I know what this means. I don't need to make him say it.


"If this is really what you want, baby, then we can do it later," I say to
him and kiss his cheek.


"Thanks, Brett. I want this more than anything, I have for a long time," he
says and I hold him as he smiles and he sheds a little tear.


I put the cock ring on and look down at the thick, heavy band of gold
framing my fat cock.


"Fits perfectly," I say.


"It suits you." He says and kisses me.


It feels good, the weight and the way it looks. Jake touches it. "That's
daddy's, not yours." He says.


I pick him up. "It is mommy's now."


"NO, it is not." He says and I blow raspberries on his belly till he laughs
and laughs. This doesn't take long and soon little Jake forgets what he was
telling me off about. However, this starts a chain reaction from the boys
who all want belly raspberries.


.....


Later that night when Liam was standing in front of the mirror having taken
the Pussy Guy about 5 minutes ago.


I love to watch his bull dick go. I still get a kick out of it. In some
ways, this is no different, only this time it feels so different. The short
one minute burst of pain. He stands and puts his hand on the mirror to
steady himself and then his hard 11 inch bull cock bobs and vibrates and
folds back up inside of him. The strange mucus escapes from him and I see
him staring and smiling.


I see him looking at the fat thick clit and hood poking out of his smooth
shaved pussy.


"Liam baby, that clit is pretty big now," I say and his clit is bigger than
mine was and that cunt is pretty unruly, not unlike mine with lips hanging
down at different lengths. The hood of his clit and thick lips means he has
no tidy slit. The snake devouring all of it.


"Yeah. It is pretty fucking beefy," he says, pulling back the hood on his
clit. It is just over two inches. "I hope I don't get stuck like this." He
says and laughs.


He walks over to the bed, and watching him shrink his dick down, got me
hard. He climbs between my legs and looks at my cock and touches the gold
ring on my cock.


"It really does suit you," he says.


"You think?" I say.


"Yes," He straddles me.


I feel my raw cock slide slowly into his cunt.


"Brett, I brought us here so our kids could be the men they want to be, and
so you could be the man you want to be. Now I want you to dump a load in me
and make me the man I want to be," he says as my raw fat cock snakes deep
inside of Liam. We both know one blast of my nuts in his pussy will change
him, and yet it seems right for both of us.


"My redhead prince has restored his dying lover and now he gets what he
wanted all along," I say.


"Yes, happily ever after," He says and leans down and kisses me gently.


"You sure baby? I will only ask you once." I say, and he grins.


"I was sure the first time I saw you. I wanted to be your breeder bitch
that day and every day since, Brett," He says.


"And I only ever wanted you to be my redhead prince," I say. He smiles.


"Tonight I want to be something else, Brett."


"Ok. And what is that Liam?" I say and thrust up into him.


He runs his hand down his clit, and then up and down his left thigh as I
thrust into his pussy again.


"See these markings, Brett. They are whore markings. I am a breeder whore,
Brett. Your breeder whore, your dirty little secret. Your whore," he says
as I pump his tight, wet cunt with my fat fuck stick.


"Yeah, a nasty little whore huh," I say and grab him and roll him over and
lie on top of him deep in him and his warm wet pussy feels so good on my
cock. I can't believe how tight and wet it feels this first time raw in
him.


I kiss him and twitch my dick deep inside him, and I feel him buck and
grind into me. I pull my cock out of him.


I slap my fat cock on his clit. "Look at that fat breeder whore's clit. All
that is left of your bull cock. You want that clit, don't you? Yeah, you
want me to make that real, don't you?" I say and tap his clit.


"Yes. Please. I want a useless fucking breeder whore clit. I want to only
get fucked." He says and I kiss him hard and he bites my lip.


"Nasty whore wants a sad breeder clit, not a fucking bull cock. No, you
just want to get fucked by bull cock now like a fucking breeder," I pull
back.


"Yes, take my bull cock. Give me a sad fucking clit and breeder cunt." He
moans.


"Yeah, you don't want that big bull cock anymore, do you?"


"No Brett. I want your big, fat cock. You are the bull. My fucking bull,
fuck me a cunt," he says.


I pump in and out of Liam's slick, wet pussy. "Your fucking breeder cunt
feels so fucking good on my cock. Wet and hot and tight breeder whore pussy
on my fat bull dick."


"Cunt me Brett. Make me your fucking bitch."


"Yeah. I fucking will dump a big load in you, change you for good. Yeah,
turn you into a breeder whore. You want that, don't you?" I say.


"Yes. Fuck me a breeder cunt, Brett." Liam moans.


I start to fuck him. Hard and fast, his wet fuck tunnel feels so good and
he pants and groans.


"Finally Brett. Oh, I wanted this for so fucking long, your raw cock in my
cunt." He wraps his long legs around me.


"Yeah. Me too. I want to knock you up. Yeah. You want me to knock you up
like a real sexy breeder bitch?" I fuck him harder and harder, he is
getting close.


"Shit, yes Brett. I want your fucking babies so bad." He pants and cums.


"Yeah, we will do that. I will fuck you and put as many babies into you as
you want, my fucking beautiful whore." I say and fuck him fast and hard.


He lies panting and crying from his orgasm. His first with my raw bull cock
in him. He rolls his eyes back in his head and uses his legs to pull me in
deep.


"Fuck a baby into me, Brett. Never stop. I want your fucking babies so
bad. I always did." He pants as I fuck his cunt.


"Yes, you will get as many as you want. Yeah, dumb, beautiful whore knocked
up. You will fucking love it, won't you?" I say.


"Yes. Fat with our babies. Yes, I want some big fat titties as well. Big
fat pale milky white titties for you to play with," He says, groaning and
stroking his soft flat smooth chest.


"Yeah. You want me to fuck you a pair of tits? I would fucking love a nice
set of fat breeder tits on you. I will fuck you so hard and you can play
with those sexy fucking heavy fat breeder tits," I say, pumping really
fucking hard.


"Oh god. Oh Shit. Big fat tits. Jerking your big fat cock in my tits. Oh,
Brett. I want that so bad." He wails and I feel his pussy grip me again.


I fuck him hard and fast. "Cunt me first though I want to feel your
load. Take my fucking bull cock make me your breeder WHOORRRE!" He wails
and moans.


"Yeah. Shit, Liam. So fucking hot." I say.


"You ready for my load in your cunt? First of many babies." I say.


"Yes, cunt me, make me yours." He screams and I grunt and he looks up at
me, his mouth forms an O shape and his eyes stare deep into me. His eyes
roll back in his head as he feels my cum flood his hole.


"Thank you." He pants as I spew my seed into him, changing him, marking
him. He cums hard again. His body trembles and shakes in pleasure.


I lie deep in him and he just keeps saying it over and over. "Thank
you. Thank you."


I kiss him, and he kisses me.


I lay on him for a while and kiss him and slowly feel my soft dick unplug
his cunt. I roll onto my back as I hear the soft wet squelch of our
juices. He scrambles down and cleans my dick and I look at him, looking at
his pussy and stroking it.


He grins at me.


"Really, Liam tits and babies?" I say and smile.


"Fuck yes," he says, grinning.


"Anything else?" I ask.


"No, I think that is enough," he says, still stroking his brand new pussy
and smiling.


...


We fucked all night, and I lie spooning him. My cock wedged up against his
butt cunt. Wet and damp. I woke up first, still holding him. I roll him
onto his back and he lies there.


I look at his pussy. His fat ugly, wonderful breeder cunt. His clit head
poking out a little from its hood. I run my hands down to his pussy and he
is fucking wet.


I move my head down to his cunt, and he has that bitch smell. It is strong
and heavy, the odor of a real breeder bitch, and my cock springs to life.


He wakes up and reaches down, still half asleep, looking for his boner. I
know that feeling the phantom boner and he feels amongst the beefy folds
and finds wet fingers. He sits up and smiles at me and I move over and kiss
him.


"Morning," he says, and then he sniffs his fingers. "Fuck, I smell like a
breeder. A real fucking breeder. Oh Brett, smell my pussy. It smells like a
real fucking breeder. I say and sniff his fingers as he pushes them under
my nose. That musky odor gets my cock throbbing.


"Those babies! Can we have another go now?" He says.


...


(Chapter 72) Liam the breeder.


The first few days of having his pussy all the time were a bit of a sharp
learning curve for him. Sitting down to piss all the time. Me leaving the
toilet seat up and him laughing that I used to nag him about that.


Having a pussy for a few hours and then getting a bull cock back was a very
different life compared to what he was leading now. But for the most part,
he approached it all with curiosity and a strange sense of wonder. His
first bleed took him by surprise and while he didn't enjoy it, he sort of
accepted it as a sign he was fertile now.


I think what shocked him most was the arousal. Which was strange and, in a
way, understandable. I think because he only ever had a pussy as part of a
night of planned sex; he was sort of expecting to be aroused. I don't think
he had really understood that would be a part of his day-to-day life.


The gush and heat of your cunt when you are walking around. The need you
sometimes get. The strange hot feeling. I loved how he would talk about
these things, and it was a shared experience. It made me chuckle that so
many of the things I felt shame about were things he loved.


What he really loved was the sex. He also wanted it raw, and that was fine
by me. The feeling of being in him trying to get him pregnant felt so
right. The idea of making our family bigger this way turned me on. I wanted
him to take my seed in his belly to grow fat with our child. I also love
how much he wanted that as well.


Most of all, I love how happy he is. Hans was thrilled. When he came over
and saw Liam walking around with a cunt.


"Finally Liam! that fuck for that." He said before kissing his son and
congratulating us.


...


It didn't take him long to drag me down to the clinic, maybe a couple of
weeks. We talked about tit options. Implants, pills, the Albion method. It
was a lot of credit, but he didn't care. I remember watching him take the
injection that would make him a titting time bomb.


That night, he shocked me and made me butt fuck him. I didn't mind, but I
was surprised. He wanted to make a proper night of it. Hans came over and
took the kids the next day, and we had a nice meal. I had to say I was
surprised at his patience.


I suppose it was his moment. I have to say I was curious to see what he
would look like. He was already hot now, but with tits... Would they be
big, small, average? It was all quite exciting. Something I had put off for
months. Now he is putting it off because he wants to revel in it.


He had kept his body pretty smooth since the night I cunted him. After we
ate and chatted a little, my breeder prince led me to the bedroom. I could
see a sense of calm about him. He had done this to me, and now it was my
turn. He had hated that moment and now we can enjoy this together.


He straddled me for a while and ran his hands over his smooth body. He
looks so sexy without the body hair and the beard. So much younger. His
skin is soft and breeder-like. I have to say I love the red hairy fur of
his body and his trimmed red beard, but this is hot as well.


He played with his clit as he rode me and then got me to fuck him hard. I
pounded his pussy as hard as I could and for once I didn't last that
long. The excitement had built. I was impatient, as I came in his hole,
flooded him with my seed, I pulled out of him; I saw him have that moment.


That brief moment that it hadn't happened. I looked on at his legs spread,
my nut muck pouring out of his ragged cunt. His smooth pale body braced his
head, looking down at his chest. I see it start as he clutches his
nipples. The fire and moaning has started.


I know the intense pleasure he feels, and how long it will last. That
burning fire in his nipples as they expand his teats' form. He bucks and
moans as his nipples become sensual and connect to his cunt. New sexual
points on his body. He laughs and moans and I see his pink nipples enlarge
as they get bigger and bigger.


I see the fire burn and he bucks and moans. He screams for big juicy tits
and I hope he means that because that is almost certainly what will happen
as I see the change of his nipples settle and the pulsing of his chest. The
firm pecs expand and push up against his hands as he moans. The small
mounds begin to take on the shape as they bulge and grow in his hands.


"Yes! Tits!" He screams as he looks down briefly and sees his hands cupping
two fairly small mounds of flesh, but they are growing and the nice little
firm breasts spill and grow. My spent dick has come back to life and
twitches at the sight of Liam, my sexy redhead. His tits are now big, his
hands can't contain them and the lumps of sexual flesh bags inflate and he
writhes in pleasure.


I almost could envy him. I am just pleased. I hope he enjoys them as much
as I will. They will feel so fucking good. I will make him feel so fucking
sexy when I cup and squeeze them. I will know how weak and wet he feels as
I suckle on his tits.


The orbs grow and Liam lets go of his chest; the tits flap around, now a
good size. They are pretty big, more or less like the set I had. I can see
that it is almost over and I go over to the bed. I stand by the bed as he
lies there panting. I see the shock and surprise on his face as he sits up,
and he looks down. The weight of them will be a shock. They will feel
really heavy. Fuck, he looks really fucking hot.


He cups his tits together and looks down at his cleavage. He looks at me
and I grab his arm and pull him off the bed. He still looks shocked at the
feel of the two new lumps of flesh as they sway with his movements. He
stands up, beaming at me, and I kiss him and I hold him. I squeeze him hard
and hug him tight. I feel his soft, fleshy breast squeeze to my solid
pecs. He kisses me hard.


I take his hand and lead him to the mirror. The large milky white fleshy
tits are amazing. I notice how his freckles are bigger and stretched into
larger brown spots among pale white skin. He takes in his own reflection,
smiling and holding them and I move behind him and cup them in my big hands
and he sighs a little as I gently squeeze the mounds and kiss his neck.


I push my cock into his ass and fuck him as we stand in front of the
mirror. He plays with his tits and watches himself getting fucked, his tits
flapping as he tries to steady himself from the pounding I give him.


...


Liam has really embraced his role as a breeder. He let his fur grow back,
but I am fairly sure he will mix it up a little. I laughed at him,
scratching for a couple of days as his hair grew back. Beauty really is
pain. He loves his tits, and he loves the tit holder as well.


I catch him looking in the mirror almost as much as me. He had a new tattoo
on his right arm, another snake runs up his right arm before looping over
his shoulder and down onto his breast.  The tongue of the snake caressing
his right nipple. He gave me a tit wank the day after he got his tits and
loved that. I know how sensual his breasts feel and I guess if you want
that, and he does, it is a great addition. I just never wanted tits.


His other kink, and one I share with him now, is his love of my sweaty gym
wear. I can't say I understood, but when he gave me a pair of his funky
breeder cunt underwear to sniff one night, I got it. I had become a little
weary of him making me wear socks and underwear that was quite frankly
stinky, but I had made a quid pro quo deal with him.


He still butt fucks me with a strap on. If anything, he is better now than
he was with his cock. He seems to get off on fucking and spanking me. I
suppose that is just the way he is wired. I have to say I don't mind. I
quite like his dominant side when he does that.


I even let us do pussy night together. Not too often because it does cause
a little anxiety, but it is worth it. The last time we did it, we both
shaved off our body hair. It was so good exploring his cunt and he mine.


We have a healthy and varied sex life. We even had David back around again,


Of course, what he enjoyed most was my raw cock in his cunt and he soon
fell pregnant. He only had one bleed, and that was it. He was so fucking
happy when we got the results of his pregnancy. He wept with joy.


Liam and I are on the opposite end of the pregnancy spectrum and he loved
every minute of it. He didn't like being sick but everything else he
loved. The way his pale pink nipples got darker and grew. The tenderness in
his new tits. The swelling of his belly. It all felt amazing to him.


I catch him looking at himself in the mirror and the last few months he
looks at himself almost as much as I did. Whereas I was stroppy and vain,
Liam smiles and embraces the changes, most of all what is happening inside
of him and how he is helping our family grow in a new way.


I love how I can mix it up with Liam, he can breed my butt cunt and I love
that. I can breed him with my big bat of a dick and then every once in a
while I get in touch with my inner breeder. The part of me that wants a
Pussy Guy night with my man. I don't really like the pain of feeling my
nuts go and then the strange sensation of the shrinking of my dick, or the
funny empty space between my legs. But I love that it gives Liam a chance
to fuck me, suck my clit, or for the two of us to grind our fat clits
together and make out and finger fuck one another.


I love how the power dynamic can shift not because one of us has a cock,
but because one of us may want to fuck or get fucked. That is how we are
now. I know the sense of shame has gone for me and Liam doesn't really feel
that, but we can role play those emotions. Cuss at one another calling the
other bitch, or whore, but knowing that we have nothing but full respect
for each other.


I never really miss being a breeder but as time goes by I am glad I was
able to experience that side of myself. Even if it was just to know that it
wasn't for me all the time, but it is a side of me that I can give into
when I want.


I loved how horny Liam was and how needy he became. He also had no problems
calling me daddy. He loves the whole business. The sickness, the back pain,
it is all done with a sort of calm and enjoyment. He rubs his bump a lot
when it comes in and calls it Cole already.


He talks to the baby and gets the kids to touch his belly. They seem sort
of fascinated that Daddy is going to be a mommy but with all the shit they
have seen in their young years, they take it all as normal. Mommy has a
pussy, Daddy has a dick. Daddy has a pussy, now Mommy has a dick. They are
too young to really understand or to really care.


As Liam's belly swells he seems to embrace it more than ever. The tit play,
the daddy play. The raw sex. I think he is as excited as I am when his tit
milk comes in. When it does he can't wait to see what it feels like and to
be honest I know being on the receiving end how intimate it really can
be. I can't say I cared much for the taste but I did enjoy suckling on
Liam's furry tits.


Of course fucking Liam is a pleasure and one I take pride in. For me
fucking was always a source of pride. One thing I was good at. I was dumb
at school, not great at sport, not bad but not great. Sure I could work out
and be big but that was just hard work and effort based on my vanity. But
fucking, now there was a skill I had.


The thing is now as I eat him out I know how he feels. When I push the
mushroom head of my fat cock up against his wet greedy cunt I know what
that is like. His leaking butt and bloom is the thing we both share. We
sometimes share a double ender in our butts. I call those nights our butt
brother nights.


When Liam finally went into labor it was the only time he really seemed to
show any real sense of panic about what was happening to his body and what
those next few hours had in store.


He had a hard time and was in Labor for almost 14 hours. He screamed and
cried, poor boy. I really did feel his pain and he uttered the immortal
lines, "Never again Brett!" As he lay there in pain, covered in sweat, and
exhausted from his ordeal.


Baby Cole was a 14lb baby and had a flash of red hair like his mommy. He
was ugly, as all babies are, and seeing him with Liam feeding gave me a
sense of envy. I knew that feeling as well. However, the overwhelming
feeling was one of love for Liam, and our new baby.


....


Cole is only a few months old now and Liam is lying on the bed and has his
legs spread.


I move towards him hard and sheathed. He cups his big pale fleshy tits. He
loves his tits. He is still feeding and he is fully shaved tonight. The
service bot spent almost an hour doing him earlier. He looks so sexy. His
two snakes gliding over his body. One sucklling his breast the other his
cunt. He looks like a breeder bitch from Albion and he loves it.


He is slick and grinning. I stand at the foot of the bed and my cock
twitches. 8.25 inches of fat cut bull meat ready to fuck my breeder bitch.


He leans down and rips the condom off me.


"Fuck me raw Brett. Knock me up. I am mid cycle. I want another baby." He
says.


I look at him. "Really?" I say


"Yes." He says and grins. That grin. I could never say no to that grin..


"Oh mommy. Ready for daddy's thick cock." I say.


"Yes." He says cupping his tits together as I slap my fat bull cock on his
clit.


"Fucking hell Liam, so fucking sexy."  I tap his big fat clit, bigger than
even mine was. Albion's finest gave him a 11 inch dong and he chose
this. This is who he wants to be and I fucking love it.


I lean down and kiss him and guide my fat cock into his hole. Just a few
inches to start, just enough to get purchase to let go and lean down and
kiss him. I feel his soft fat tits squash under me and I thrust my cock
into him. I push deeper into his fuck tunnel raw.


He wraps his smooth athletic legs around me and tries to pull me in deep
but it doesn't take long to bottom out. He gives me that cross eyed look of
pleasure and smiles contentedly.



Epilog.


I look at myself in the mirror, fully restored. I still can't quite believe
it. I love the way I look. My 7.0 inch soft cock is fat, very fat. I may
not have got the 12 inches that I wanted when I went into the Academy. I
may not even have the 10 inch boy cock I had when I went in there. However,
I gained girth. I have a nice fat cock that stretches my man's hole a
treat. I don't grow an awful lot. I get to 8.25 inches of cock,1 and
¾ of an inch shy of my original 10 inches.


It is cut now and different, but then so am I. It is a pretty ugly looking
thing, fat and threatening. Like a bat. It feels squashed in underwear with
my bull nuts. But when free I love how it hangs and tugs and slaps. I love
the heft and the feeling of it in my hands. So thick. This is a real bull
cock. Not the one I imagined but the one I have and I love it.


I am as big as ever and I flex and pump. If anything my chest is better
with the smaller, if somewhat darker, nipples and my blonde hair and face
look great. My skin is so smooth and flawless. I like to keep a small
trimmed blond beard and I have let my blond hair grow just about to my
shoulders. The treatment to have my baldness cured worked a treat. I have a
thick mop of lustrous blond hair. I am a massive fucking beast of a
man. But with a handsome face. I look like one of the old gods of Avon the
people tell me. I know nothing of that but I do look good.


I get attention when I go out and I have a snake tattoo that matches
Liam's. Mine runs up my right thigh and the tongue trails down to my cut
cock stopping before my dick so it is not hidden by my cock ring. I let
Liam choose the tattoo when I said I was thinking of getting one. It looks
good, reaching down to the thick ring of gold that circles the base of my
dick. I never want to forget what I have been through and that I went
through it with Liam. Really I owe all of this to him.. We both have
matching art and butt cunts. The small part of me that is a gift from the
fuckers of Albion, but one I enjoy far more than I ever thought possible.


I sometimes just stare and look at myself. Yeah I know I am vain. I may
have been on a long journey but some things about me will never change. And
fuck, I am hot why wouldn't I stand in the mirror looking at myself.


I try every day to count my blessings; the kids, Jake, Liam, Richard all of
them are five now and coming up on six real soon. Jason is three, Cole is
one, and now baby Parker. All of them are free to choose their own
destinies. I like to reflect on that and appreciate what I have and what we
all have.


My mother hasn't changed. He seems happier now with the fat
judge. Sometimes, because of the time difference, it is hard to understand
him. It's late in the day when we get to talk he's usually well into the
bottle by that point. That's just who he is and I have to accept it, even
if it makes me a little sad.


Mason is breeder number 3 now. Greg knocked him up again. Spent a week
fucking him mid cycle and then went back to his normal routine with breeder
number 1. He seems almost as accepting of his fate. Second class citizen in
his own home, just a baby factory for the production line of Albion.


Thomas on the other hand might be breeder number 3 for Counsel, no,
President Alderton, well at least president for a few more months. They
seem to have a real love match. Alderton allows his first two breeders to
take lovers. He thinks it is only fair. He only wants Thomas and he dotes
on him. Alderton had his cords cut so they can fuck raw without Thomas
getting knocked up. It is illegal but he took the risk. He is the fucking
President, as Thomas said.


I still worry about Little Brett's fate. I know that they love him dearly
and will do what they can for him. I know I will probably never see him but
there was always a chance that would happen one day. I see Little Brett on
the visi screen and he is so big now. There is no denying he is my
child. He looks so much like me or Angel.


It is still hard but I have to count my blessings. It often makes me think
how Angel must feel. I know some of his pain but I think for Angel it was
harder. He only held the child a few times. I often curse myself for not
taking Richard in that last time I saw Angel. All because he had a fever. I
couldn't have known at the time, but I'll always regret that.


He will never have kids that are not auctioned off. He will never know the
joys of being a mother or having a family. He and Dane have each other but
I know he wants more than that. We speak as often as we can and Richard
calls Angel momma now that he is speaking. I try to keep my promise. As
much as I love Richard, and I always will, nothing would make me happier
than to see him reunited with Angel. The tears I see welling in Angel's
eyes every time we do get to visi message tell me he feels it too.


As much as I hated being pregnant. I love the house. The kids. The noise,
the fights, the screaming, the laughter, and the love we share. Liam is
feeding baby Parker. Jake and baby Liam fighting. It is hell sometimes and
I wouldn't change it for the world.


We have the wonderful Hans around for escape time and he loves that Liam
has finally found himself. They have really bonded lately. Hans and Luke
get along really well still and seem happy together.


I try to enjoy it all, every day as a bonus. Time moves so fast and I
nearly didn't have any of this and I have got to embrace all of it.


I still go out to work at the gym or to people's homes as a trainer a few
afternoons a week. I get my escape but Liam just loves family life and
creates a warm caring and protected environment for all of us. He will
never ever stop protecting us. I know how he can be if you cross him. That
man is fierce but has a heart and love for us that we all feel bathed in.


The tears, the cut knees, the dirty bum wraps. I love being here with my
family, our growing family. God knows when Liam will stop. I know he is
itching to have another one.


I have never seen Liam happier or more complete as baby Parker suckles on
his fat tit. He just seems to be so content as he feeds and I know he is
working up to asking for another. And I did promise.


An easy promise I know. Making love to Liam and having more children only
makes me happy. I would do anything for that man. He taught me so much
about myself. I know he is the man he wants to be and I love that, but he
taught me how to be the man I am. I am a proud mother and father. I have
had a cock and a pussy. None of it really matters.


The Brett who entered the academy, the shallow boy who only had one dream
of fucking breeder cunts. He would be horrified if he could see who he is
now. A man who enjoys the pleasure of his breeder butt cunt, wears the
painted marking of a whore with pride and has a cut dick by choice. Even if
I could go back to those days in the breeder dorms and tell him it would
all be fine. He would be fine. I know he wouldn't believe me.


My whole life was based on the promise of golden nectar, growing a huge
cock and becoming a bull. I hardly know who that boy was. I owe all of that
to Liam. I found something more important than the false legends and big
dicked heroes of Albion. The lies of a barbaric land based only on what is
between your legs. Your worth measured in those inches of flesh.


That is all so far away now. No Liam taught me no matter what I have
between my legs it is what is in my heart that matters. With him and our
boys my heart couldn't be any fuller.


....


Liam had been acting strange the last few days. That was nothing new but it
reminded me of how he behaved before we came here. He was jumpy, secretive,
and overly attentive when he was around. I know he is up to something but I
am not sure what.


I hear the dull roar of a transporter overhead. Richard cries.


"Fuck Liam I have told your mother to call before he comes over. It scares
Richard. That new transporter of his is really fucking noisy." I pick up
Richard, he is getting heavy, and hold him as he cries. "There, there,
don't cry. It will stop soon," I say, but he just wails.


The roar becomes a whine and I head to the roof to speak to Hans. I carry
Richard with me. I like to show him what the noise is, hoping he will
overcome his strange fear of that dull roar on the roof.


The transporter door opens and Hans walks down the ramp. I will really tell
him. Richard is still crying, not the big cry, just a little sob now.


"See Richard it was just Hans in his transporter," I say, pulling him into
my chest.


"Momma." He says pointing out the landing pad.


"No, Richard, see. It is Hans."


"No mommy see it is visi momma. Look, it is momma look." He says and I look
at him about to correct him.


I turn around and there he is with Hans. His long blonde hair blows in the
wind, his tall frame is clothed in a dark top and long dark pants. He
strides across the roof towards me.


I turn around and Liam is stood with the other kids in tow holding baby
Parker. I turn back again and look at him walking with Hans and Dane
behind. There he is, that man, that amazing wonderful man. His face
chiseled and strong, he tosses his mane and the door opens and now he is
standing in front of me.


He smiles. His blue eyes are clear and sparkling. His strong jaw and full
lips.


I can barely speak and as he sees his son in person for the first time in
so many years. The son he only ever saw grow up on a visi screen. He smiles
so wide but he can't speak.


"Richard, you were right. It is momma," I say, and kiss Richard as he
reaches out to the mother he only ever saw on a screen.


He pushes his blonde hair back, speechless he holds out his arms and takes
hold of Richard. The child he was forced to see thousands of miles away. He
sobs as he clutches his son. He cries and cradles the child he doesn't
really know but now can.


I see Dane and Hans and they both look tearful. A mother is reunited with
his child. I look at Liam, my wonderful man. A man who never stops trying
to do the right thing for me and for all of us. He may not have a cock but
he is every inch a man. Liam has moved heaven and earth to make me the man
I wanted to be and given us a life together. He beat the odds and fought
every step of the way. A real man, who I love more than ever and he is
crying.


I go to Liam and kiss him. "Thank you. God I love you," I say to him and he
grins at me and I wipe away one of his tears and kiss him again.


I turn back and look at my brother, that tall blonde before me holding his
child and he sobs with happiness. I walk to him. I cup his chin and lift
his face to look at him. My brother's deep blue eyes.


I hug him and his child. He looks at me and smiles. He can't speak but he
doesn't need to. I can see everything good and bad etched on his face. The
pain and joy. The hope and fear, everything is all there. I see the cracks
fall away. I see the boy I grew up with, I see my brother.


"Angel. God, I missed you so much."


"Please Brett, call me Jake." I nod and hold my brother and his child.