"Oh hoho!" the maven of magic cooed as the wheel slowed down. Tyler could only whimper as he looked at the twinkle in her eyes. "What a noble beast we have here!" she boomed to uproarious applause from the audience. Tyler tried to move, but the magic that bound him held fast. "A beast in bed, hung enough to satisfy a cow, endowed for limitless stamina!" Madame walked up to the now-overly endowed jock and gently squeezes his cheeks between her fingers. "Has given his life to one soul forevermore! And while his loins will stir in his mind and pull his will to breed like the virile beast he is, his body will react to no one but his beloved. How romantic, isn't it folks?"
Madame Illusia raised her hand and closed her fist. Not a spark of energy whizzed through the air, but Tyler could feel her power. The invisible chains that bound him disappeared and he was suddenly free to move. Tyler looked at himself, tears welling in his eyes as he stared horrified at his round, ellipsoid balls, swollen and plump, full of his bull-seed. His penis laid in its disgusting sheathe, the black, hairy mass swallowing up his lower abdomen. How the fuck was he supposed to strut around topless now when people could see the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath?!
The jock was furious, he wanted to scream, but as he moved to do so, Madame just gave him a knowing look. Nothing more than a small whine came out. The witch motioned for her son to escort Tyler off the stage and for some reason, Tyler though much bigger than Stephan, was helpless but to obey the smaller teen. As they left the tent, the magic seemingly waned enough for Tyler to spin around and yell expletives.
"What the fuck did she do to me?! Get her to change me back!" Tyler roared, his voice being drowned out by the applause coming from inside the tent as Madame Illusia no doubt was performing quite the show.
"Not until you've learned your lesson," Stephan just chuckled and shook his head, throwing Tyler's clothes at him. The jock with the bull-cock hid in the bushes as he got dressed, his heart racing as he tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to storm the tent again, but the moment he was about to enter, he felt an overwhelming compulsion to leave.
"Goddammit!" Tyler cried. Dejected he went back to his dorm. He played football for the local college team, he was the team's center and he was damn good at it. Good enough to land him a single room in the dorms where he didn't have to put up with anyone else. He laid back on his bed, feeling the immense pressure in his groin from having his new balls. With morbid curiosity, he peeled his underwear down to look at his new equipment.
The insane amount of testosterone coursing through his balls was making him incredibly horny, yet his bull-penis still hid inside his sheath. He whimpered as he gently fished for it inside his sheath, pulling at it. His flaccid penis laid flat against his taut abs and he tried to rub at his grossly huge length. He huffed, enjoying the feeling of his hands against his sensitive flesh, his balls pulling up and tensing. Yet... his length never hardened between his fingers. He tugged at it harder, he played with his nips, twisting and flicking them. He even licked at his finger and inserted it into his ass, that usually got him to squirt like crazy. Nothing, not even a little trickle of pre oozed out of his cockhead.
The next day Tyler had a team workout to attend. He woke up hornier than ever, but once again, his giant cock lay dormant in his sheath. He swung over and sat on the side of his bed, nursing his gargantuan balls that dangled between his thick quads. There was a dull pain emanating from his ballsack, having unwillfully abstained from cumming for less than 10 hours, he was already suffering from blue-balls.
Tyler had to cover himself during his workout. He normally worked out without a shirt, but he couldn't let the other guys see his new, massive sheath. Despite this and his throbbing balls, he felt himself more invested in his workout than ever before. The flood of hormones pouring out of his balls fueled his muscles like never before. If he were to piss on a strip, it'd probably catch fire with how much testosterone he was producing. His balls stirred when the guys complimented on him beasting out, if only they knew the half of it.
Ty had to shower in a cubicle, no way was he going to let the dudes see him like this. The water felt nice and he felt his arousal spike once again. His balls were getting more insistent, but still, his shaft would not cooperate!
That night, frustrated, Tyler called over a girl he'd been banging on and off. Her big, perky tits, her slim waist and curvy hips... it would've done it for him any other night, but not tonight. He kicked her out before he even showed her his new cock and balls, save himself the embarrassment. He looked up porn, straight porn at first. He touched himself desperately now, jerked at his useless, floppy piece of meat. His heart raced as he watched gay porn next, his secret taboo fetish. He watched two giant, musclebound bodybuilders with big 8" erections pound each other. Still nothing.
He recalled what Madame Illusia had said. He wouldn't be able to get it up except for one other person. "That fucking bitch," he cried, still furiously beating at his meat in desperation to cum. With 7 billion other people on this planet, he was fucked, he'd never find that one person who'd allow him to get off. This curse was better than any chastity ring or belt.
A week passes and Tyler still hadn't cum. He gets up everyday and feels his swollen, rounded balls ache, now so painful, he had to take an aspirin every few hours or else he'd do nothing other than nurse his bloated nuts. If there was one silver lining to Tyler's condition, it was that all this testosterone was doing wonders for his workouts and game. He was stronger, faster and he roared his way through his workouts. He took pride in his nickname, 'Bull.' He'd tacked on an impressive 10 pounds in just a week and he was growing bigger by the day.
A month later and Tyler had trouble getting up. At 280 pounds of pure muscle, he was so horned up over his giant body, he'd lay in bed and feel his growing muscles and how he was getting so hairy, for hours before getting out of bed. His balls had grown from the size of avocados, swelling into large grapefruits. He suspected his shaft had also grown, but with it never achieving full hardness, he couldn't tell. His clothes strained to stay on his body these days, especially to accommodate his gargantuan balls. His nuts basically took over his life, they ached all day long, the humongous jock now taking morphine to relieve the intense, constant pain.
He was so high on painkillers, Tyler didn't realize he had wandered into the wrong class on campus. The students in the lecture hall all stared at the near 300 pound behemoth in their midst. And most worryingly of all... Tyler's cock had poked out of its sheath, the huge pink splotched shaft rose in between his massive muscle-tiddies and oozed a copious amount of pre-seed. As he looked around the room, he was disgusted by his prospects, they were all beneath an alpha jock like himself... but his body didn't lie, his 'one' was close by...