Dreams like wild running and a life filled with the joy of freedoms. Free, I was free to be and do as the spirit moved me no work, no boss, but I did have a good friend that brought me joy. I was rolled and packaged in joy. To sniff the cold morning air was another taste to the freedom.........
Suddenly I woke up and looked out the livingroom window to see the sun setting past the tree line. I sat up in my easychair and took a deep breath. Hungry, I was very, very hungry!
I bounced out of the chair and walked quickly to the kitchen. Looking about I made a salad and popped a frozen dinner in the micro. A stretching and I took a sniff of my sweaty self. A shower was in order and I raced to the bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks.
Looking down brought both terror and a thrill. The puddle of brown flesh left over from the monster hard this afternoon was no very different indeed.
Whether my running had effected it the flesh had pushed forward to attach it's self to my lower stomac. Stretching from where it had always been to now just short of my navel.
Soft is was to the touch, yet very sensual it rang a thought in my mind. My balls seemed larger but mt full attention was on this new addaption to my body.
As I made ready to enter the shower the thrilling feeling of it's jiggling when I stepped sent waves of new sensual joy up my body to a brain on overload.
The shower cleaned me of the pungent odor I'd atained from the long run. As I dried off the rubbing and cool chilly air touched off a reaction that became a true horror.
I stood leaning on the bathroom sick and counter. My feet and legs stretched straight back. Standing very comfortly on tiptoes and knuckles I watched the monster crawl out into the light of day. Limp it hung as the thing unfolded. The sight of veins filling with blood and the aroued manner to which it began to balloon.
I stared at the monster as it stretched stiff and long. Gone was the rounded dome of manhood and replaced by the glands of animalistic form. Flat was the end with a flared flange of now very dark colored skin. The sheath at it's base was true to the color black and so were my balls as they hung behind.
I closed my eyes and let out a yell just to wake me if this all be a dream. The sense of delight was so strong that my balls churned and an expected discharge was soon to flow.
My butt started humping forward as the cock swayed in the air. A passioned thought of that rich Chestnut mare and her winking lips of sex came to mind. No soon did I think of her and feel a lust to run and mount her did the cock end spew out chuncks and globs of semen and cum. Splat the stuff hit and stuck to the bathroom mirror as I humped the air some more.
It was now quite late and as I dressed in another pair of sweats I went to the kitchen for a now clod micro dinner.