A Growth Focused Game
Average Male Start (Quick Start)
Starts with Nothing (Slower Start)
The feeling starts as a low, radiating heat deep in your pelvis, a pressure that has nothing to do with arousal. It's an insistent, pulling sensation, like your body is rearranging itself from the inside out. You double over, a gasp escaping your lips as the ache intensifies into a strange, productive pain.
You feel a new weight settling between your legs, a profound heaviness that wasn't there moments before. Timidly, you reach a hand down. Your fingers brush against not one, but three distinct shapes. Below the thick base of your cock, two perfect, heavy spheres have descended, pulling your skin taut. They're incredibly sensitive, thrumming with a latent power as you cup their weight in your palm.
The raw sensitivity is shocking, electric. A strange pressure builds with every touch, a feeling both alien and deeply primal. Curiosity overtakes you. Your fingers tentatively wrap around the base of your cock, testing the unfamiliar texture. The immediate response is a jolt of pleasure so intense it steals your breath. Your hips begin to move on their own, a slow, experimental rhythm, chasing a sensation you've never known.
The pressure builds rapidly, coiling in your gut. It’s not like any orgasm you’ve ever had; it’s deeper, more forceful, a full-body convulsion that seems to draw power directly from your new balls. Your back arches, a cry torn from your lips as the feeling crests in an unstoppable wave.
Suddenly, your body seizes. A thick, hot torrent erupts from the tip of your cock, jetting out with shocking force. It just keeps coming, splashing onto your stomach and the sheets in unbelievable quantities. You stare down in wide-eyed disbelief at the milky-white evidence of your new potential. Your body can do this now. This changes everything.
"Hey, , can I ask you something... weird?" a coworker asks, pulling you aside by the coffee machine. You brace yourself.
She gestures awkwardly towards your groin. "I don't want to be rude, but... are you, like, packing something? Your pants have been looking really... full lately."
Your face flushes. You stammer out a vague excuse about a new workout routine, but you can tell she doesn't buy it. The secret is getting harder to hide.
The pressure had been building all day. You snuck into the office bathroom, desperate for a moment of relief. It was so big now that it was hard to be discreet.
You were so close, lost in the pleasure, just about to tip over the edge when the main door creaked open. You froze, but it was too late to stop. A massive orgasm wracked your body, sending a thick jet of cum splashing against the stall door just as your boss walked in.
Her eyes went wide at the sound, then locked with yours through the crack in the door, a mask of pure shock on her face. She quickly turned and left without a word. This is going to be... difficult to explain.
Your boss calls you into her office at the end of the day. "Shut the door," she says, her voice unusually low. Once it clicks shut, she locks it and draws the blinds, plunging the room into a dim, intimate twilight.
She turns to you, her professional mask completely gone, replaced by a raw, predatory hunger. "Let's stop playing games, . I saw the... mess... you made in the bathroom. And even before that, I've seen the way your slacks have been straining. I can't stop thinking about it."
She slowly walks towards you, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuttons her blouse. "I've never been with a woman like you... a woman with..." Her eyes are glued to your groin, a look of desperate awe on her face.
She's completely naked now, her body flushed with an undeniable need. "I've never wanted anyone, or anything, so badly in my entire life," she whispers, her voice thick with lust. "Please. I have to have you."
You couldn't resist. You spent the rest of the afternoon exploring every inch of your boss's body with your massive member. The office was filled with her shameless screams of pleasure as you pounded her relentlessly on her desk.
The experience has left you feeling invigorated and even more powerful than before.
You stammer out a polite but firm "no," your heart pounding in your chest. The raw hunger in your boss's eyes instantly vanishes, replaced by a glacial coldness. She wordlessly buttons her blouse, her expression unreadable.
"I see," she says, her voice flat and professional. "You're dismissed."
The next day, the atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension. Your boss is all business, her gaze passing right through you as if you don't exist. You get a string of tedious, mind-numbing assignments dropped on your desk. The message is clear: you are no longer the object of her desire, just another subordinate who has outlived their usefulness. You have a sinking feeling your days at this company are numbered.
Your boss calls you into her office, but this time her expression is grim. She gestures for you to sit, a difficult task at your current size.
"Listen, ," she starts, avoiding your eyes. "I will never forget what we did. But... it's just too big now. I'm terrified you'd tear me in half."
She slides a box of your personal belongings across the desk. "And it's become a... liability. The other employees are talking. We can't risk a lawsuit. I'm so sorry, but I have to let you go."
Your time at the office has come to an end. A new, bigger chapter of your life awaits.
Hiding your new anatomy at work had become a logistical nightmare. Today's solution was... creative, if desperate: you'd managed to tuck all twenty-eight inches up and under your blouse. The pressure was immense, the sensitive head of your cock nested uncomfortably between your breasts, a constant, throbbing secret against your skin.
You just wanted a cup of coffee. The last clean mug was on the highest shelf in the breakroom, naturally. With a sigh, you stood on your toes and stretched your arm up, your whole body lengthening to reach it.
The movement was a fatal mistake.
As you stretched, your shirt pulled taut, grinding the ultra-sensitive tip of your cock against the soft swell of your breasts. A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through you, so intense it made your vision swim and your knees weak.
Your body betrayed you. Before you could even gasp, a powerful, unstoppable orgasm seized you. Your back arched, and a thick, hot torrent of cum erupted from your hidden cock, blasting upwards, soaking the front of your blouse and splashing loudly all over the countertop and cabinets.
The breakroom door swung open. It was your boss, holding a stack of papers. She froze, her eyes widening at the scene: you, trembling and gasping, and the... evidence... everywhere. Her face was a mask of utter shock and disgust. "Clean this up," she said, her voice dangerously quiet. "Then pack your desk. You're done here."
"Dude, , sorry if this is weird," a coworker says, pulling you aside by the coffee machine. "But what's going on in your pants? That's not a normal bulge."
You try to play it cool, but there's no hiding it anymore. The outline is undeniable through your khakis.
He just stares for a second, then shakes his head in a mix of awe and disbelief. "Whatever you're doing, keep it up, man." He walks away, leaving you feeling exposed.
The urge was overwhelming. You ducked into the office bathroom for a quick release, but your size made it a clumsy operation. The sound of your heavy cock slapping against your hand was louder than you thought.
You were on the brink of release when the main bathroom door opened. It was your boss. Your body betrayed you, and a thick rope of cum shot out, splattering against the opposite wall with a wet smack just as she looked in your direction.
She froze, her gaze flicking from the mess on the wall to the massive cock in your hand. A flicker of shock, then something else... curiosity... crossed her face. "Oh! Sorry," she said, her voice a little breathless. "I'll... I'll come back." She left quickly, but the look she gave you has you wondering if this is really over.
Your boss calls you into her office at the end of the day. "Shut the door," she says, her voice unusually low. Once it clicks shut, she locks it and draws the blinds, plunging the room into a dim, intimate twilight.
She turns to you, her professional mask completely gone, replaced by a raw, predatory hunger. "Let's stop playing games, . I saw you in the bathroom. I saw all of you. I haven't been able to get the image out of my head since."
She slowly walks towards you, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuttons her blouse. "I've always been drawn to powerful men," she says, her eyes raking over your massive bulge, "but you... you're on a completely different level."
She's completely naked now, her body flush with an undeniable need. "I'm not asking," she whispers, her voice thick with lust as she presses herself against you. "I'm telling you. You're not leaving this office until you've fucked me."
You didn't need to be told twice. You spent a glorious afternoon fucking your boss senseless all over her office. Her screams of ecstasy echoed down the halls as you claimed your new territory.
The experience has left you feeling invigorated and even more powerful than before.
You manage to refuse, pushing past her and unlocking the door. The look of predatory lust on her face curdles into something cold and hard. Without another word, she straightens her clothes, her professional mask slamming back into place.
"Get out," she says, her voice laced with ice.
Work the next day is unbearable. Your boss scrutinizes your every move, her critiques harsh and unrelenting. You're CC'd on emails about your "performance issues." The air in the office is heavy with her silent fury. You made your choice, and now it seems you'll have to live with the professional consequences. It's only a matter of time before she finds a reason to get rid of you for good.
Your boss calls you into her office. She looks exhausted, but satisfied.
"As much as I've enjoyed our... private meetings, ," she says with a sad smile, "you're just too big now. I'm sore for days afterwards, and I'm honestly afraid you'll break me."
She slides a box across the desk. "Plus, your bulge is now a constant HR complaint waiting to happen. I can't keep you here. I'm sorry."
Your time at the office has come to an end. A new, bigger chapter of your life awaits.
The fluorescent lights of the breakroom hummed, a stark contrast to the throbbing pressure building in your groin. Your work slacks felt less like clothing and more like a compression garment on the verge of failure. You needed to move.
Finding the breakroom blessedly empty, you decided a good, deep stretch was in order. You reached for the ceiling, arching your back with a groan of relief. The tension in your shoulders eased, but a new, far more critical tension was building elsewhere.
There was a sound like canvas tearing, sharp and final.
RRRRIP!
You looked down in horror. The front seam of your pants had given way completely. All twenty-eight inches of you sprang free, slapping against your thigh with a shocking weight. Before you could even process the disaster, the door swung open. It was your boss, mid-sip from a coffee mug.
Their eyes went from your face, to your shredded pants, and then locked onto the impossible sight hanging between your legs. The mug dropped, shattering on the linoleum.
Silence. Then, a voice as cold as ice: "Get your things. You're fired."
Being fired was a shock, but you've adjusted to your new, unemployed life. With nothing but time on your hands, you've been able to focus on what really matters: getting bigger. The old shame has been replaced by a raw, primal confidence that comes with your monumental size.
You open a dating app, your thumb hovering over the 'create profile' button. What the hell, right? You create a profile that's brutally honest, complete with a few... suggestive... photos that leave little to the imagination. Your phone starts buzzing and doesn't stop. It's a flood of shock, thirst, and utter disbelief. After wading through the sea of messages, two candidates stand out.
Her name is Alex, and she wasn't intimidated in the slightest. When you got back to her place, her eyes lit up with a predatory hunger. "I've never seen anything so perfect," she breathed. The night was an intense blur, her entire focus dedicated to worshipping your colossal body. She explored every inch with a reverence that made you feel less like a man and more like a god of fertility. For the first time, your size felt not just powerful, but truly appreciated.
You woke up to the feeling of Alex's lips tracing the thick veins on your shaft. "Last night was... life-changing," she murmured against your skin. "I feel like I could conquer the world." Her complete and total submission to your size has unlocked something deep within you. Her worship has become a source of power, and you can feel it fueling your growth, making your balls ache with a new, heavier potential.
His name was Ben. On his profile, he said he was looking for a "real man." Over dinner, he bragged endlessly about his own gym stats and conquests. Back at your apartment, you decided to give him what he wanted. As you dropped your pants, your massive cock swung out with a heavy thud. Ben's jaw dropped. He stared, pale-faced, at the sheer scale of you, stammering about how it was "too much" and "unnatural." He quickly made an excuse about an early morning and practically ran out the door. Some "real man." His loss.
You were just trying to get the mail, but you misjudged the angle of your massive cock as you bent over. It swung out from under your robe, knocking over a row of trash cans with a loud crash. You didn't think anyone saw.
You were wrong.
Later that day, a friend sends you a link to a local community page. The headline reads: "Is a 'Bigfoot' with a Massive Cock Roaming Our Suburbs?" Below is a blurry, zoomed-in photo of you, your monstrous member clearly visible. The comment section is a frenzy of disbelief, jokes, and awe. You're not just a person anymore, . You're a local legend.
You feel a strange, deep pulse run through you. It's not just getting longer anymore... it's getting wider. Your girth suddenly feels more substantial, heavier. You've unlocked a new dimension of growth.
Your balls feel unusually heavy today, a pleasant, weighty ache that seems to radiate upwards. You notice they're swelling, growing even faster than before, becoming just as impressive as your cock.
Curiosity got the better of you. You wanted to see just how much you could produce. You aimed into the bathtub and let loose. It just kept coming, a thick, endless torrent that filled the bottom of the tub with alarming speed. Submerging yourself in your own potent essence has had a powerful effect on your body.
You decided to wear your favorite sundress today, a desperate attempt to feel normal, feminine. You felt almost confident until you stopped for coffee. A cute guy smiled at you from across the room, and you felt a familiar, hot flush... followed by an entirely unfamiliar surge of pressure in your groin.
You looked down. The soft fabric of your dress was being pushed forward into an aggressive, unmistakable tent. It looked like you were smuggling a small traffic cone. You grabbed your purse to cover yourself, face burning with humiliation, and fled the coffee shop. Dresses, skirts, and leggings... they're officially retired. Your wardrobe needs a serious overhaul.
You've been cooped up at home for a while now, adjusting to your new life... and your new size. Being fired was a blow, but it also gave you freedom. Maybe it's time to see if someone out there can appreciate the new you.
You open a dating app, your heart pounding as you create a very... unique... profile. The matches start pouring in, a mix of shocked, intrigued, and intensely thirsty messages. After filtering through the chaos, two candidates stand out.
Her name is Chloe, and her eyes widened with genuine awe when you finally revealed your secret. There was no fear, only a breathless curiosity. The night was a blur of passionate exploration, her hands and mouth worshipping every inch of your incredible body. For the first time since the changes began, you felt not like a freak, but like a goddess.
You woke up tangled in the sheets with Chloe, a lazy smile on her face. "You are... amazing," she whispered, tracing the veins on your shaft. Being desired so completely, for exactly who you are now, has awakened something new in you. The validation feels incredible, and you can feel a new warmth spreading from your core, making your balls ache with a new potential for growth.
His name was Mark, and he seemed nice enough over drinks. He talked a lot about his love for confident, powerful women. Back at your place, as you started to undress, you decided to show him just how powerful you were. The look on his face was a comical mix of shock and terror. He stared at your massive cock, his jaw slack. He stammered something about "needing to make an early call for work" and was out the door before you could even say anything. Well... his loss.
You're enjoying a day at the mall, a rare moment of feeling almost normal. But then, the urge hits. You desperately need to pee. You stand frozen between the two restroom signs, a cold sweat on your brow. The simple choice you've made your whole life is now a source of genuine panic.
Your body has changed in ways you're still getting used to, but has your identity? Which door do you choose?
You rush into the familiar space, your heart pounding, and quickly lock yourself in a stall. The initial relief is immense, but managing your new, lengthy anatomy in the cramped space is a clumsy, awkward affair. Just as you're getting yourself situated, you hear the main door swing open. Another woman walks in. You freeze, holding your breath. You hear her footsteps stop right outside your stall. Suddenly, you see her shoes as she bends down—she dropped her lipstick. For a heart-stopping second, her eyes are level with the gap under the door. You yank your feet and your... *everything*... back against the toilet just in the nick of time. She hums, picks up her lipstick, and leaves, completely oblivious. You lean your head against the cool metal of the stall, breathing heavily. That was way too close.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, you push open the door to the men's room. A guy is washing his hands at the sink. He glances up at you in the mirror, and his expression shifts from mild surprise to a deep, profound confusion. He does a subtle double-take, his brain clearly short-circuiting at the sight of a woman confidently striding into a stall. He quickly dries his hands on his pants and rushes out, casting one last baffled look over his shoulder. You're left alone in the sudden, awkward silence of the tiled room. Well, that was... something. You're not sure what, but it was something.