You sit in the cage alone for what feels like hours. Your pants are so uncomfortable now, but you leave them on, just the thought of being completely naked when the ogre comes back disagrees with you. Though if you get any bigger, you doubt they'd be able to hold on much longer. You give your shoes up for lost though, removing the torn sneakers and tossing them towards where you chucked your crusty ogre cum covered shirt. Every so often while you sit in the cage you catch yourself stroking your cock through the fabric of your jeans, moaning softly under your breath. You always catch yourself before you cum, stopping yourself from rubbing any more. But you feel so horny, you just want to stroke yourself to orgasm, but something inside you keeps holding you back, something wanting to remain a normal human.
Its during one of your stroking sessions that the ogre comes back to the cage, laughing as he sees you. "You horny? Ogres always horny, and you soon be ogre."
"Go away." You try to protest more, but the words die in your mouth as you stare at the ogre's loincloth. You know what's under there, and as much as it disgusted you before, you want to see it again.
He catches you looking and pulls aside the loincloth, letting you see the thick length of cock dangling between his thighs. Even as you stare at it, it swells with blood, doubling in size to a full erection, just as huge as before. He steps forward and shoves in once more through the bars of the cage. Where before you could try to avoid it, with how much bigger you are now, even with your back against the opposite wall of the cage, it presses against your lightly furred chest. "You want to stroke it now?"
You reach up your hand, about to place it on the ogre's long cock. The heavily musky smell, once so repulsive to you, fills your nose, and you find your self inhaling to get more of it. Just before your hand comes to rest on the ogre's cock you pull it back, shaking your head. The ogre doesn't look upset though, in fact he looks almost pleased. the ogre begins to move his hips back and forth, rubbing the head of his cock along your furry pecs, growling softly as he does so. "Better when humans resist. They become strong ogres, you resist more than most. Not as much as I did, but much." His cock leaves strings of wetness on your chest, matting your hair to your skin and making it look even darker. The ogre begins to stroke his cock with one hand, grasping the bars of the cage with the other. He keeps one foot on the ground but sticks the other through the bars of the cage, pushing his foot firmly but gently into your lap. He begins to stroke your cock through your jeans with his foot.
You gasp at the feeling of it, resting your head back against the bars as you start moaning, loudly. With how much attention you've been giving it today, without letting yourself have any release, it's not long before you arch your back, gasping as you fill your pants with a heavy dose of your own cum. You've never cum so much at once, it just seems to keep squirting out of you, and ever spreading blotch of wetness spreading across the leg of your jeans. Eyes closed and mouth open, you don't see the ogre reach his own climax, the first load of his cum shooting right into your open mouth. You cough, but you begin to swallow it all, running your tongue around your mouth and lips to get as much of it as you can. It doesn't taste bad anymore either, you want more of it. Another splash hits you across the chest, and you begin to scoop it into your mouth with your hand, but give up and put your mouth right against the ogre's cock. While you can't fit the head inside your mouth, you can get his entire slit, and your drink down every last drop his squirts into your mouth greedily.
The flow eventually stops, and you reach up, grabbing the ogre's cock, wanting more from it, but before you can start rubbing it the ogre pulls away from the cage. "See? You want it now. Let that cum work, then I give you more." Your senses come flooding back to you, you want to feel horrified at what you just did, but you keep looking at the ogre's cock, and the look on your face must say you really want it with how hard the ogre laughs as he looks at you.
The now familiar cramping of muscle over takes you again. You hear a loud ripping noise as your jeans finally give way before your expanding bulk. Hairy shins become visible through the torn fabric, and as the seam continues to tear apart, more and more of your thick legs can be seen. Soon your hairy thighs are exposed, the muscle twitching as it continues to swell. The button on your pants gives with with a loud popping noise, the pants tearing right up to the waist, leaving the tattered remnants of cloth to slide off you. It leaves only your boxers to maintain any modesty, but it's very little. The fabric is stretched across you, more like a pair of too tight briefs rather than the boxers they are, the top half of your erection sticking out from one leg, your thickly furred lemon sized balls dangling out the other. It's too constricting, grabbing the cloth with your enlarging hand, you easily tear it away, leaving yourself completely exposed.
The growth isn't limited to down there though. Your entire torso as well as your arms continue to grow outwards, now past even what any human body builder could achieve. Your treasure trail widens, growing into a thick strip of fur down your abs, as well as growing a few more inches upwards, to meet with your thickening chest hair. The chest hair, which just moments ago was dark, but sparse, is starting to fill in. The center of your chest is buried under a forest of dark curly hair, as well as patches around your hard nipples. It's still sparse where the thick patches connect, and along the top half of your chest. you jaw itches as more stubble grows in, a few inches up the cheeks, and a couple down your throat. You can feel your top lip being pushed out of the way as your small tusks finally peek out from behind your lip, the only hint that you aren't just a big hairy man, something you could likely still pass as, if barely.
You feel your face with one large rough hand, wishing you had a mirror. While some of the contours of your face still seem familiar, your forehead has gained a prominent slope and heavy brows, as well as a heavier jaw.
The changes once more slow to a stop, leaving you huddled in a now too small cage. Your previous 5'6" lean framed body had enough trouble in the cage, now you guess you must be somewhere near seven feet, and you have to huddle up just to fit in the cage. You feel someone grab your shoulders from behind, and you hear the ogre whisper in your ear. "You still too human, but you have some ogre to you now. You need show that." You suddenly feel a sharp stabbing through your right ear, then you see a glint of metal before your ear is tugged down by a weight. The process is repeated with your left ear. When the ogre lets you go, you reach up to feel the two heavy earrings now weighing down your ears. but oddly the wounds are sealed up. The ogre once more seems to read your mind, answering your unspoken question. "You heal fast during changing, body fixes itself. We do these next time." He reaches through the bars, squeezing one of your nipples with his calloused hand. Then he walks off, leaving you alone in your ever shrinking cage again.