Just as you are finally settling down again, a pair of ogres come up to the cage. You knew the one who came to visit you was bigger than the others, but even comparing yourself to the normal ogres, you're like a child. These two are just a hirsute as the rest that you've seen. One with wild black hair and a stubbled jaw, the other bald but with a braided beard that went halfway down his chest. The long haired ogre opened your cage, while the bearded one grabs you by the arm and pulls you out of the cage.
It takes a moment for your legs to start working again, cramped up as they were in that cage for over a day, they feel wooden and stiff. The bearded ogre which has you firmly by the arm reaches down and engulfs your seemingly perpetually stiff cock in his hand. You try to yank away, but the strength with which he's holding your arm is beyond your ability to break, even with your hugely increased muscles. The long haired ogre grabs the bearded ogres arm and pulls the hand off of your cock. "He's the king's. We can't touch."
Oddly, you find yourself whimpering as the hand is taken away. Ever since this whole thing started, you've been horny as hell, and just that touch was enough to get you started again. The bearded ogre just laughs and stars dragging you along. It's the first time you're able to see the village or camp, or whatever this grouping of ogres has. Some tents are set up, crudely stitched together from hides and skins, while other just seem to have piles of leaves which they were using for beds. Even on this short trip through you see pairs of ogres rutting, but oddly they're all male, you don't see a single female anywhere. You're brought before the biggest tent in the camp and shoved through the flap. You stumble a few steps before falling onto your knees on the furs that cover the entire floor of the tent. When you look up you see the ogre who's been coming to see you sitting on a large rock, set up like a throne. And that he's completely naked, while he sits there gnawing on some sort of bone.
"There's my scrawny human." He points down to the flaccid cock hanging down between his spread legs. "Suck me, human." He points at a plate of meat sitting beside his throne. "Suck me and I'll give you food." Just the mention of food is enough to get your stomach grumbling.
You look at his cock, licking your lips. You edge a bit closer but then stop a few feet away, and shake your head. "No! Just let me go, I don't want any of this. You can't just turn me into one of you... monsters."
The ogre leans forward and quickly grabs a bunch of your hair in his fist, holding you where you are. He smiles at you, bringing his face close to yours. "You want it, human. I need strong ogre at my side. You will be strong ogre. I offer you power, you be above every ogre but me." He pushes your head down, until it's pressed up against his cock. Having it so close, and having his musk filling your senses is too much to resist. You open your mouth and run your tongue along the shaft. It comes instantly to life, swelling to full hardness in a matter of a few strokes of your tongue. He lets you go, and while something in the back of your mind tells you to run away, you stay where you are.
You take his cock in your hands, surprised how much more you can handle it now than from the first time he shoved it in your face. You open your mouth, careful of the tusks you have growing in, and take the head of his cock into your mouth. You stroke the shaft with your hands as you run your tongue all over the head of his cock. The ogre leans back on his throne, still gnawing that bone and grunting as you pleasure him. You take one hand off of his cock and wrap it around your own, furiously pumping your cock as you suck him off.
It's not long before you spill a load of your seed all over the floor, but it just keeps coming, spurt after spurt. While still gasping from your orgasm, the ogre lets out a loud howl and sprays his first load of hot cum into your mouth. You try to swallow as much of it as you can, but it just keeps filling your mouth by what feels like bucket loads. Soon it's dribbling down your chin and chest, and by the time it's over you feel like you've eaten an entire meal. You can almost feel your body absorbing the ogre cum in your stomach, even your skin seems to be soaking up what was spilled on you.
You fall back on the furs as the cramps overtake your whole body again. The first thing to start growing is your cock, and the growth this time makes the ones before look like nothing. You cock once more hard begins to swell, doubling in girth right before your eyes, then even further until it looks like the thickness of a coke can, and it lengthens, from what you guessed was nine inches, to over a foot. Your balls begin to grow as well, from the egg sized pair you had, they swell like some odd inflating balloon until they're the size of soft balls, and about as heavy.
Your entire body begins to stretch out like taffy, your legs getting longer, as does your torso. Your arms gain even more length than the rest of you, giving you the uneven slightly primitive shape the ogres have. You have only a moment of being even marginally proportioned like you were used to before the growth happens the other way. Your shoulders get broader, pushing outwards and forming your torso into an exaggerated V, your hips spread your legs further apart, to support the enlarged frame you now had. Your muscles begins to bulge all over, popping out like you're flexing them, but not shrinking back down as the muscles relax. Your legs thicken to the size of most normal guys' torsos, and disturbingly your arms swell to the same exact size, your hands and feet stretching to match the new size of your limbs. Your abs harden into perfect eight packs, as your chest pushes out into two hard squared plates of muscle. You can even feel your neck beginning to bulge with more hard muscle. While you're paralyzed by the growth of your muscles, the ogre gets off the throne and grabs something that was laying on the ground beside him. He comes over and grabs one of your nipples between his meaty fingers. There's a stab of pain as he shoves a heavy needle through your skin, and then inserts a heavy metal ring. He repeats the process with your other nipple. You want to push his hand away, but your arms seem completely out of your control as the muscles grow.
Your skin seems to thicken, taking on a heavy tan color, loosing some of the smoothness that it had, and becoming slightly rough. The ogre returns to his throne where he continues to watch your changes.
The already thick coating of hair on your body just gets worse. The entirety of your legs, from the top of your feet to your crotch is covered in dark hair. Even your thighs, though it is sparser there, there still doesn't seem to be anywhere on your legs without at least some. You can even feel itching on your ass as some grows in back there. By now the hair also covers your abs, but does nothing to hide the definition beneath the curly black hairs. It really gets thick on your chest, your entire pecs now coating in such a thick forest of hair its hard to see the skin beneath. It even grows far enough up to meet with the stubble growing further down your neck. You can feel it growing in above your ass, creeping a few inches up your spine. Your chest hair continues to grow outwards, curly hairs growing in on your muscled shoulders, meeting up with the hair growing up your arms. It seems all the hair on your body, from your head to your feet is connected in one seamless forest of hair.
Your face does a bit more rearranging, as your tusks push out a few more inches, all the teeth in your mouth seem to grow a bit sharper. Your nose flattens and broadens, taking up more of your face as your brow ridge grows in heavier, with bushier eye brows. As you regain control of your body, you run your hands over yourself, exploring the changes.
The ogre gives a heavy laugh, clapping as he looks you over. "Told you, stronger when you get it fresh. You almost full ogre now, still got some human, but you big as some smaller ogres. This is good." He motions to the meat next to him, and you gladly lean forward to grab a chunk and bite into it, your new sharper teeth tearing the rare meat easily. "You want to stay now? Be my second?"
That voice in the back of your head is fainter than ever. Telling you to run away, to break free, but you just nod. "I stay." Even your speech seems to have gotten coarser, as if your brain doesn't want to form the sentences properly, but your voice is deep and gravelly, and just hearing it makes you smile.