Choked to Cock by sirka

“Is that for me?” Maiya asked with barely restrained glee. Running her fingers over the velvety smooth black material. It felt like silk, but it was so tough and mildly stretchy. Her initials were emblazoned on the material in bright red letters surrounded by a large female symbol on the center choker. It was gaudy and distracting.

Just the way she liked her jewelry.

Aside from a note detailing that it was for ‘her favorite little slut’ there was nothing else in the box Maiya had found in her apartment. Mistress often left odd gifts or toys for their games and this one was likely yet another.

It seemed a tad restrained compared to the exhibitionist outfits or crotchless underwear she had been given to wear other times. Still she didn’t hesitate to wrap it around her somewhat pale neck. Feeling the metal clasp snap firm in the back and seemingly merge together quite permanently collaring her.

Perhaps that was Mistress’s game? Though if so, she could think of far more vulgar ways to mark her sex pet then such a simple, and honestly, rather cute little piece of neckwear.

But with the choker bound tightly that was it for the moment. It likely could only be removed by her Mistress anyway.

A beeping from her wrist alerted her to the time. Already 6:00 PM. She’d spent too long thinking of what fun might be in store for her after getting home. She did have an exercise routine to keep up after all.

She tossed her clothes onto her bed and redressed in her exercise outfit. Sneakers shorts and a light jacket in case it got cold before she finished. Retying her hair into a neat little bun she flashed one smile at the mirror in the entranceway before taking off.

It had rained earlier and the humidity hadn’t dropped too much since then. Hot summer showers had that effect. She knew she’d be sweating something fierce by the time she got back but that hardly mattered at the moment. Instead she ran.

With each step she took she felt her pulse rise and her breath come quicker. Her freckles vanished in a ruddy flush that came quicker than expected and stayed there even as she stopped by a drinking fountain and gulped down water by the mouthful. It settled low in her stomach and for a moment she was afraid she had made herself sick by the grumbling sounds that emanated from her belly. But the feeling of unease soon departed and she felt even more in need of a run then before.

Pent up and tied down in her own body. Needing the release of the air passing by her as she increased her pace and continued through the nearby park. Sweat dripping from her face and her sports bra now visible through her t-shirt.

Maiya winced as she felt her panties press in, now damper than she would have liked. The stimulation, short though it might have been, had her noticing for the first time how aroused she felt. How the summer evening felt like a sauna instead of mid-August. How she longed for a touch of another, running up her sides, grabbing at her new collar and pulling her head back as she opened her mouth and-

“Gah! Wh-MMPH?”

She chocked, coughing as she swallowed again and again against a gag reflex that was acting all wrong. Stumbling towards another luckily nearby water fountain she drank again.

Only realizing as she finished and rose up to wipe her mouth clean that her saliva tasted salty and odd. The water had dispersed it for the moment, but already that new flavor was coming back. Wiping away everything else.

It almost brought tears to her eyes with how strong it became. So she swallowed.

And then did so again.

Again and again, not comprehending how or where the now strangely familiar fluid was coming from. Or why it made her stomach tingle and her crotch throb. Eventually the feeling passed, though when it did she noticed something new.

She felt positively feverish. Even in this heat wave the air now seemed too cold. Taking her jacket off, she wrapped it around herself and started walking back to her apartment. Mostly since she had tried to jog and only found that each footfall left her almost tripping as the motion put pressure on her no doubt dripping snatch.

She was going to fuck herself silly when she got home.

“No. I can’t. Mistress gave me this. She would be so displeased if I got started without her,” Maiya thought. Now fantasizing about the long night of debauchery that might await her. Which did little to make her gait less of a wandering drunken motion as she shivered in both pleasures real and imagined. In the end she found herself leaning against a lamppost. Unable to move for fear she would topple right over.

Instead she pressed against it, hooking her right leg and hugging her chest to the warm metal. Grinding her crotch into it and gasping at the too sensitive, too strong response that she got. Which only made her pull tighter; press in harder. Force her needy, desperate to-be-filled hole as hard as she could against it.

“Ah…AHH!” Her cries went higher and higher as the heat burned within. And when it began to fall again after the climax she panted, barely able to stand. “Ooh, fuck me I feel so weird.”

She felt… stiff. Rigid and hard like the pole she continued to hump. Trying to find that special spot that would finally release all that tension she now seemed to feel. Let her really scream out nice and loud.

Like when those nimble fingers thrust deep into her cunt while she squealed like the bitch she was. All throbbing and needy and… and…

Another pulse went through her, a rising wave of being that fell upon her poor shivering form. Her mouth opened in a wordless moan, her arms pulled tight as she gripped harder. Her moist groin pressed in…

And pressed out.

The sweltering heat between her legs had broke through some unknown limit and now her flesh pushed forward. Her dripping hole opening wide against her too moist panties as the ejection of its impossible contents came. Two too sensitive orbs in a still dripping sack filled the space between her legs with new purpose and new needs.

And bulged and throbbed and grew as they in turn began to fill with seed. Pressing out and out till the obscene lump took such firm and clear shape in her shorts; undeniable, unmistakable, utterly unnatural.

No woman should have such a pair of balls.

She stumbled back, each step absurd hypersensitive torture as her panty packed nutsack rolled from side to side. Her eyes wide, her breath coming faster and faster, she gasped as a single shock of pleasure jolted up the length of her body and tried to force something out of her.

Only for her to be left hacking as the choker seemed to hold that pressure in. Which in turn only redoubled the weight.

What was happening to her? Was this Mistress’ game? If so it was…

“Wonderful…”

Drooling with liquid pre joy dribbling from her lips Maiya wrapped her jacket about her waist to cover the unnatural growth and began to run back home. Each step now so much more exhilarating her than ever before. She giggled and coughed and half stumbled in delirious delight as her mind, already so given to hedonism accepted what she was.

Not a woman…

No, she was a silly schlong that had simply thought she was otherwise. So wonderful, so perfect, so kind of her Mistress to free her of that delusion and let her be the dick she was. A throbbing length of pleasure that served only to give and to in turn receive it. That was Maiya.

A cock. A great big fat sweaty dick that-

“Oooh… I-MMMPH!”

Her lips shut firm and her cheeks bulged, the flow of pre now a stream. The choker seemed tighter now, too tight upon her throbbing neck. Her pale skin had began to flush more and more even as she began to swell. Somehow the choker seemed to stretch just enough. To let her breath…

For however long she still needed to.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she swallowed gulp by gulp and felt her body throb. Her fairly fit stomach pushed out as veins began to stand out on her skin, her nipples seemed to vanish as points of notice as her entire body became one long needy pleasurable length of flesh, and her balls!

Her balls drooped low and began to push her shorts right off of her body.

Maiya reached down and readjusted them. Making she her poor panties abused shorts would hold their contents for a little longer. For the last few hundred feet.

But what a long walk of shame it was. Every step, every motion made her want to slow her pace. To make this sweet hell of sensation take ever longer. To have those heavy weights knocking between her thighs remain as they were. Ever growing, ever denser, ever more and never stopping.

The act of becoming erect was maddening ecstasy.

“Aaah-guh!”

The next surge of growth, the next surge of pressure, the next forceful expansion pushed hard. Pushed up. And the river of salty fluid, so natural to flow through her throat and out her dripping lips, covered her in the smell of dick. Cascaded down her too tight top, and leaving quite the mess as she stumbled that last few meters to her apartment’s entrance.

Falling to her knees just as the door opened, her sack touching the rough material of the entrance mat. Dragging against the fabric and making her whole body shake. Her head arched backwards, lips spread wide and a solid spurt shoot up and rained down onto her. Each drop now nothing but pre, nothing but dripping cock juice.

Maybe even some cum now. Her balls certainly sounded, felt, like they were full and low. Heavy and sloshing with a load. Her load, her load of spunk. Her girl-cum, her woman-cock milk.

An endless tide of Averlane spunk. Just flowing and flowing up her trunk, her shaft. She was but the spigot after all. The aperture through which that river of ball batter would flood out into the world. Wiping away this silly life of womanhood with her true and proper destiny.

To be a dick.

“Ooh-My gaaah-MMMPH!”

It was coming faster and faster now. Each step was harder to make than the last. All she wanted to do was fall to the floor and writhe about. Throb and pulse and harden into she was just a pillar of male lust. A fat schlong with a pair of enormous balls. But she had to make these last few steps. She had to get into her own apartment.

Into her domain.

Like a cock enters a cunt.

“Oo-guh-“

The thought of her immense size somehow pressing into some woman’s tight passage made her entire body shiver and shake. Her fingers went numb, and had she the ability to bend her stiff neck down to look at them, she’d have seen that they were losing definition. Fingernails vanishing into milky pale flesh as they began to melt into her. She was just a cock after all.

What did she need hands for?

To open the door for one thing sadly. Maiya found herself obstructed by that simple wooden barrier. Struggling to pull the key out of her straining shorts, holding it in half senseless fingers that were coated thick in her-pre-spunk. And just barely managing to get it inserted into the lock before they stopped working.

Frustrated she tried again. Only to find that she couldn’t feel her fingers at all. She didn’t have them now. Her arms were drawing in, becoming part of her shaft. Even as veins bulged out along her body, pumping and pumping her up. She’d grown six inches taller and the immense tunnel of her urethra could be seen forming along her chest. Between two breasts that had been large before she’d started her run.

Now they shrank into her along with her arms. Adding their mass, sacrificing their existence for the greater purpose. Of turning Maiya Averlane into a big smelly, sweaty, cock.

There could be nothing grander after all.

Eventually she gave up on her useless hands, and forehead pressed against the door she lifted one leg up. Whimpering, coughing, spurting squirt after squirt of cum out her open gasping mouth against the door as the motion caused her still growing balls to press against each other. And those titanic orbs of once womanhood jerked up in return. Sending a powerful flow of spunk up her altered body, up her throat, up her shaft, up her urethra!

Only for the choker to hold firm and allow only a trickle of the flood through that dam. The rest slowly, ever so painfully slowly being swallowed.

How utterly abominable. Things didn’t go down her throat… they went up and out her urethra.

Even still, she found herself growing firmer, taller, as her whole body expanded. The more she pushed out the more of a dick she became. She giggled at the thought that came to her then.

Each load to cum was the old woman she’d been, rendered into useless spunk. And soon to be joyously expelled from the beautiful boner she had been reborn as.

Her toes clamped down on the key and with some effort turned the lock. The door opened and Maiya fell forward. Landing with a wet thump that had every inch of her cock-body throbbing.

“AAAH-HGU-MMPH!!!”

Pain turned to pleasure and jet after jet erupted from her mouth. A stream of clear and sticky fluid that ruined her carpet and painted the opposite wall in her essence. And the flood didn’t stop. As her balls finally grew too large and ripped right through her shorts. Growing and growing with such vulgar abandon. From cantaloupes to watermelons, her seed makers, her ball batter reservoirs became unearthly in their size. No cock, no dick, no schlong that had ever swung between any pair of legs had been gifted with testicles of such potency!

She was such a wonderful cock.

As the flood of pre-spunk began to slow, her lips numb, her mouth feeling somewhat odd, and her every ability to smell or taste now forever tainted with her own scent and dick flavor, Maiya rolled over and turned towards the door. She tried to pick herself up but found she’d lost her arms at some point during the flow of cum. Not even stubs remained, just smooth perfected cock flesh. Her breasts and dwindled to small a-cups at best, pressed out into her shirt only by how tight it was around her rounding shaft torso. But she still had her legs and with her great balls as counter weights she hoisted herself up and attempted to pull the key from the lock with her teeth.

Only to realize she didn’t have those either anymore.

Even her lips had began to swell, tightening as they prepared to become a proper dickslit, a proper piss-slit, a right and true cap for a bellend instead of this awkward human face she still wore. But she had them for the moment, and with some effort she was able to pull her key free with what little dexterity they still provided. Pressing it closed with one foot while she came to an unsteady stance. A wobbling pillar of cock-woman. Hair matted thick with sweat and sexual fluids, which even now dribbled from her mouth to be dick-hole.

She didn’t even think she could talk anymore, as it seemed like the only utterances she could make came in a frothy white straight from her balls.

That was all she had to ‘say’ worthwhile anyway.

Her slow walk deeper into her apartment coincided with her removing her shoes. Luckily she’d used Velcro snap-ons and it wasn’t difficult to discard them. Just a slight bit of prying and a kick for each one. Which of course set her tumultuous testes rocking to and fro, once more sending a stream of dick milk flavored fluid to bulge out her cheeks and squirt forth.

She’d closed her mouth now, to let herself feel that bit of extra pressure that came from trying to hold it in. And witch each new blast of ball batter that strained to break past her choker she could feel her mouth changing more. Going from horizontal to vertical, as her lips pursed in and pressed up. She didn’t think she had a nose anymore. Just a dripping vertical opening that would let her ejaculate her endless tide of pleasure.

And the tide was coming in. Her balls felt even heavier than they had before, and with each pendulous step she took towards her bathroom it became harder and harder to move. They must be growing too big. Preparing for another great nigh unending flow of cum. One that would purify Maiya utterly of her ghastly past as a girl. Letting her true existence as a giant male member at last become realized in all its glory!

She pushed open the door with her face, her bellend becoming pressed against it and leaving a dripping cock kiss of pre and cum. And stumbling forward she leaned down and dropped into her bath. Or tried to.

She was so much taller now. So much bigger, thicker, and heavier. Well over six feet of fat throbbing dick flesh. With a pair of balls as big as bean bag chairs pushing her legs apart. Still she made the effort to keep from making too big of a mess.

“Oh fuck! OH FUCK ME!! I CAN FEEL THEM!!”

Her balls quaked, her enormous oversized sack going through one last bought of expansion that left her immobile on the floor. Ass up and her anus, the only hole remaining on her bottom, presented to any that might come walking in.

She wished she had a butt plug.

Something hard, long, and hot to stick up her ass.

Really, she wished someone was feeding a cock into her asshole right then. Sodomizing the soon to be all cock and fucking her over the precipice into pure penile pleasure.

“Oh dear… it looks like you’re ready to burst.”

That voice!

“Mistress!”

“Look at you. Such a smelly, sweaty, delightfully vulgar dick. Are you happy to see me?”

Maiya couldn’t speak. All she could do was throb and swell, the choker stretched to the limits at last and now tight around her shaft. Too tight, holding in this final ultimate load of her old existence as a person and not a penis.

“Well, let’s see if we can’t give you a helping hand…”

Her Mistress’s fingers, glove glad played with her anus. It felt oddly inflated, as if her bottom hole and taken on some of the characteristics of her now annihilated cunt in becoming a better and superior place to take dicks.

Small normal ones of course. Maiya the Member was far too large to have fucked herself even if the opportunity could somehow have been presented. But foot long fucksticks of all varieties would fill her bottom well and stir her insides as they had never been before.

Or in this case a oversized black strap on that was now being threaded deep into her. Pressing and filling her as she had never been filled before. To be fucked now, to be fucked as she had become, to fill that hard length bottom out in her very bottom…

It broke that last, final wall between her and her destiny.

Her true fate of phallic purpose.

The choker broke apart with a loud snap. And Maiya Averlane broke apart too.

Now she was nothing but dick. Nothing but the flow, the throb, the pulse of cock meat. The thickening shaft, the purple swelling of her cheeks as the bulged out and out and out and out and OUT!

Mouth no more, mouth never again, just a vulgar piss slit, an obscene dick hole. Never to eat, drink, or speak from. She was a cock! She was meant to be a cock!

And cocks cum!

And she did.

As she could never have imagined doing before.

She had been so wrong. Nothing she had squirted or spunked or jetted out thus far had been but pre and sabot loads. Weak, slow, and so very thin. This divine tsunami of cum was thick, heavy, and under so much pressure. Her skull was stretching out, her face changing, shifting, and swelling into a proper bellend at last. Her eyes shut firm and tears of white streamed from them.

She would never open them again.

And then, at long last, with but a single thrust from her rear she released!

Stream upon stream, jet after jet. Spattering in front of her and coating the walls in stick globs of her, her essence, her cum, her true purpose made manifest! Her balls grew even larger, even heavier as the pride she took in her colossal cock body caused her to grow even harder, even bigger, even more vulgar and obscene. No trace of woman, no lasting remnant of what she had been would remain. She would wipe it all out, erase it all, obliterated in a sea of white and stick cock milk.

An incoming sea that rapidly filled the tube. Flooding the drain and clogging it shut, destroying her plumbing in the flow. And still more and more flooded out of her. Covering her, filling the volume around her. A bath of spunk, hot and steaming. The force of her ejaculation a fire hose of dick juice. High pressure ball batter that could have punched a hole in the wall.

And as her quivering balls pulled up, jerking against her bottom again and again. They at last began to shrink. Finally free of the curse of womanhood, of the legacy of Eve. Only sweet and eternal phallic paradise remained.

Not that they weren’t still enormous. Immense and oversized. A fat and semi-pliable watermelon filling each side of her gargantuan hairless sack.

But she could stand, she could walk, strut and pose. Her vulgar fuckstick form would be the envy of all those poor bitches still cursed with cunts, cursed to be women and not dicks!

Maiya felt such joy that she had been granted this fate.

And when her mistress pulled her semi-flaccid body out of the bath of spunk there was no trace of her face left. Her mane of hair, undone from her bun, had disintegrated. Her eyes shut and sealed over. Her face completely remade into a cock’s proper cap. And playfully her Mistress tugged the foreskin up and over. Teasing the dickslit opening and being rewarded with more happy spurts of Maiya brand cock milk.

“What a delightful dick you’ve made,” she said, licking her gloved fingers clean of the taste of Maiya Averlane.

The cock that had been that woman agreed.

She was a wonderful dick.