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Stud Farm

By: AndrewJackson



The following is a work of erotic science fiction. None of the characters are real. MF, MM, fantasy, slow, rom, size, gr, toy, md, fd

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Ok, I'll confess. I always wanted a huge cock. I'm about normal (6 inches), but nothing extraordinary. What did I want? 12. I've always fantasized about being too big to fit in a cunt easily, and bottom out before she reaches the hilt. Knowing that she wanted it, even as I stretched her out and made her too loose to be a good fuck for anyone else. Feel the friction from my fat pole push her over the top. But not so big that I couldn't get into her ass when I want. A rock hard, foot-long cock. Is that too much to ask?

But it wasn't going to happen. The genetic code gave me 6 inches, not 12. From what I read on the Internet, nobody gets 12. 8 or 9 on rare occasions, but never 12. So I finished college with my engineering degree, took a tech job, got a small apartment and worked hard. Women ignored me, and I'd go home and beat off. Kind of pathetic, really. I had one girlfriend, Tracy, but she dumped me when I mentioned anal sex. 

The company went public, and I got some stock. No Porsches, no houses, no blondes. I put half in Treasury Bills and the other half in Apple. Now I don't have to work, but I keep my programming job because... well, I don't really know why. I'm an engineer, after all.

Then a couple of months ago, an ad caught my eye:

STUD FARM

Spend 6 months at our facilities in Mexico. We'll get you in shape, and offer you the drugs and the surgery you'll need to be a porn star. We'll teach you how to hold off for hours, and climax on command. Our placement service finds stimulating jobs as to all our graduates! Call: 1-800-BIG-COCK. Satisfaction Guaranteed.

Hmm... 1-800-BIG-COCK? "Offer you the drugs and surgery you'll need"? What kind of drugs and surgery do you need to be a porn star? Why Mexico?

I threw the paper away, but couldn't get it out of my mind. What kind of crazy outfit is that? Well, their toll-free number was easy to remember, I'll grant that. So I finally worked up the nerve and called.

"Stud Farm"

"Yeah -- I saw your ad in the paper. Can I talk to someone in sales?"

"You mean admissions. One moment -- let me transfer you."

"This is Angela. How can I help you?"

"Hi Angela. I saw an ad in the paper for the Stud Farm and I thought I'd give you a call to find out a bit more. Where exactly are you located?"

"The Stud Farm is right outside of Cancun. We operate a residential fitness center that focuses on sexual performance, coupled with a job training program and placement service. Like any school, you need to apply for admission; the forms are on the web. There's an application fee of $1500. 

If you decide to apply, you need to come in for an interview. You fly to Cancun, we pick you up at the airport and take you to our facility for an overnight stay. We give you a physical, and talk about your goals. Admission decisions are based on your age, general fitness level, and financials. But even those that aren't accepted say they had a good time during their visit. Would you mind giving me your name?

"I'm Bob Franklin.

"Pleased to meet you, Bob. If you are accepted, we'll design a customized program just for you -- the right mix of diet and exercise to get you in shape. You'll take classes that include very personalized instruction. At the end of the program, our placement service is available to get work for you in the adult film industry, or as a male escort or model if you prefer that.

"Hmm... could you explain the bit about "the drugs and the surgery you'll need to be a porn star"? 

Well, if you want to be in the adult film business, the studios want guys with huge cocks. 8 inches is the minimum, 10 inches is better. Since guys aren't usually that big, we give you a mix of hormones and other drugs to make your cock grow, then taper off the drugs when you reach the size you want. They have high fitness standards too. Muscles are important, but you also need a body fat percentage below 10%. That takes a lot of work in the gym, and careful management of your diet. We provide all of these services for you.

But if you want to be a male escort, most prospective employers don't want men with a huge cock -- it is just too uncomfortable. An inch or two more is all that's needed. In that case, you'll spend less time on medications, and you'll focus more on classes that teach you how to be a spectacular lover. Most guys have some plastic surgery done, since diet and exercise are rarely enough. Of course, that's completely optional. 

The process usually takes 5-8 months - prospective male escorts usually fall at the shorter end of the range, while those pursuing a career in the adult film industry take longer. Younger guys in great shape that already have big cocks take less time. If you're over 35, have higher body fat, or have a smaller cock, you should expect to take longer.

Our fees vary, and are based on how much work you require. The residential program costs $8,000 a month, plus the cost of drugs and surgery. The residential program includes room and board, classes, and personal guidance from the counselor, fitness trainer, nutritionist, and staff physician. Can you take a 6-month break? Is the money an issue? We have some loan programs available for those who qualify.

"The money's not the problem. But I've got a job, and can't take 6 months off. And I'm not sure I'm convinced you're legit.

"That's ok. We can give you many references. But the way to find out is to come and see. If you're accepted into the program, you can defer admission until the time when you can spare the 6 months, as long as you start before your 40th birthday and your health doesn't change. How old are you?

"Me? I'm 28.

"Plenty of time. How tall? How much do you weigh?

"I'm 6'1 and weigh 195. Why don't you take guys over 40? 

"They don't respond to the drug regimen as well, and may not work hard enough at the gym. We don't take guys that are obese. 195 is ok.

"How can you guarantee jobs to all your graduates?

Angela chuckled. "Good question. The job placement service only works with our graduates - if you don't graduate, we don't guarantee you a job. About 10% of those admitted drop out before completing the program.

"But the placement service has a long list of prospective employers, and lots of empty job positions that they want to fill. These employers know that our graduates will do a terrific job for them, and we only send highly qualified candidates. Frankly, our graduates can afford to be very picky when choosing a position that suits them. As long as you stay in shape, the placement will work with you for years, making sure that you have steady employment. The positions pay very well, and we manage a retirement plan that enables you to retire (if you want) in as little as 10 years of work.

"I'll think about it, and give you a call if I decide to try it.

"That's fine. When you call back, I'm at extension 221. I'll look forward to hearing from you.

Chapter 2

The Application Process

Of course I thought about it. All the time. Could it be true? Could they give me any size cock I wanted? Get me a role in an adult film, fucking women with huge tits and a vacuum cleaner for a mouth? Time to beat off again...

Then you guessed it -- I got laid off in the next round of staff reductions at my company. Now I had a real problem. I had the money. I had the time. I'd be too old if I waited too long. So I called extension 221 again.

"This is Angela. How can I help you?"

"Hi Angela. This is Bob Franklin. We talked about 6 weeks ago, and you told me about your program. Looks like I may have the time in the next few months. Can I make arrangements to come down and apply?

"Nice to hear from you, Bob. Of course, I can help you with that. What time would be convenient? Is a weekday ok? How about a week from Monday?

"That would work. 

"Ok. Fly down on Monday, returning late Tuesday evening. If you give me your email address, I'll send you the arrangements. There's an application fee of $1500. Can you give me your credit card number?

A week from Monday, I was on my way to Cancun. Fly in on Monday, spend Monday night, and see the doctor and the counselor on Tuesday, fly home Tuesday night. Down and back. No big deal.

I go through customs with a small overnight bag. "Purpose of visit?"

What am I going to say? I'm going to check out the Stud Farm and see if they can give me a huge cock? Learn how to fuck for hours? NOT.

"I have a business meeting tomorrow. Unfortunately, I won't be in Mexico very long".

"That's fine. Have a nice trip.

I collect my things, and there's a driver holding a sign with "Franklin" on it. This guy is tan, trim, with the whitest teeth I'd ever seen. I hop in his limo, and off we go.

"Do you work for a limo company, or for the Stud Farm?

"Neither. I'm actually one of the students. I graduate next month, and the placement service found an escort position for me in LA. My employer has a big role on a TV show, and leads a busy life. She wants a chauffeur that gives great oral sex. So the last few weeks I am here I'm learning the chauffeur part and taking an advanced oral techniques class.

"You've been here for 5 months?

"Actually, it has been almost 7 months. I was 30 pounds overweight and never went to a gym. Workouts twice a day. Dental work. Liposuction. Lots of hard work, but worth it.

"Did they put you on any drugs? Did they work?

"Well, I came in wanting to be a porn star. I think everyone does. Went to a few filming sessions, and decided it wasn't for me. I had a 5" dick, and that wasn't good enough for even a male escort job. So they put me on the drugs for 4 months. They started phasing out the drugs when I reached 7", and stopped it completely when I got to 8".

"How did you get the job?

"The placement service arranged the interview. I flew to LA and drove to her house. I smiled at her, and she blushed. She was told I had an 8" cock, and wanted to see it. So I showed her my "qualifications", and we fucked for 2 hours. After 4 orgasms, she said I could have the job as long as I learned how to do a better job at eating pussy. She also wanted a pierced guy. So I came back for one more month to take the Advanced Oral class and get a ring put in my dick.

How do you check out a story like that? Call up a TV star, and ask her if she fucked her limo driver? Ask her if she hired him for his 8-inch cock and his tongue? Ask her why she wanted a guy with a pierced cock? I didn't really believe him, but didn't want to see his "qualifications" either.

We arrived at the Stud Farm. He dropped me off at reception, and took my bag to my room. Monica met me, and we went back to her office. She handed me a schedule.

"We're glad you're here! You've got an hour to unwind before happy hour at 6. Dinner is served at 7pm. We've arranged an escort for you tonight from the Bimbo Factory, our facility for women down the road. Natalie will graduate next month, and she's looking forward to making you feel comfortable and taking care of all your needs.

We require that people remain dressed during dinner. We share dinner with Bimbo Factory students, but they have to return to their facility on the 10pm bus. Natalie will be allowed to stay the night if you like, and that is a special privilege for her." 

"What do you mean, "we require that people remain dressed during dinner"? 

"We think that dinner should be about conversation and food. You're supposed to eat your food, not each other. If people started taking off their clothes in the dining room, it would turn into a big orgy of sucking and fucking before coffee. We ask people to wait until dinner is over, and use the appropriate facilities. We are civilized, after all.

"We don't serve dessert at dinner. All of our clients, both at the Stud Farm and the Bimbo Factory, are on strict diets that don 't leave much room for dessert. Instead, we have an optional activity scheduled between 8pm and 10pm, when the Bimbo Factory students have to go back on the bus. We call it the "after dinner gangbang". There are 6 lounges, 3 in the dining hall, and 3 in the residence. 

"Some clients don't feel comfortable participating in the after dinner gangbang, particularly at first. So there are semi-private facilities for those that prefer that. But you need special permission to bring a guest to your room. Natalie has that permission - she can stay the night if you wish her to do so.

"You have a full schedule tomorrow, so don't stay 'up' all night! Tomorrow morning, breakfast is served from 6:30 to 8am. You see the doctor at 8:30. Lunch is at 12:00, followed by the Admissions Counselor at 1pm. She'll give you an admission decision at that time, and schedule an admission date if that is appropriate. In the case you decide right away, I took the liberty of squeezing in another appointment with the doctor at 4pm to discuss your program. We will cancel the final appointment if you don't decide today.

"One other thing. The guests that come to apply for admission aren't always used to extended sexual activity. We can give you a pill is a bit stronger than Viagra -- it will make you hard for about 4 hours, but it will also make you very horny and enable you to cum several times. If you want it, you should abstain from sex before dinner, and take it with food. Would you like to try it?

How should I respond to that?

"Maybe - let me think about it. Do you give it to me now?

"Oh, that's not a good idea. If you took it now, it would wear off after dinner, just when you needed it most. Your waiter will ask you if you want one at dinner.

"That works for me.

"Thank you again for coming. We'll look for you at the happy hour!

I back out of her office, and head over to the residence to look for my room. After dinner gangbang? Ask the waiter for a high-powered ED pill? Never done anything like that before. And The Bimbo Factory - what's that about? Sounds like a Stud Farm for gals. Could that be true? I suppose they could put women on a diet, give them lots of exercise and plastic surgery. It's possible, I guess. Shit.

Chapter 3

Happy Hour

Armed with my room key and the literature, I find my way to the room. Wash up, glance at my watch. I've got almost an hour before "Happy Hour". I decide to have a look around.

I get an eyeful.

On my way down to the elevator, I pass a room 3 doors down on the right. The door is closed, but some chick's cunt isn't. She's yelling at the top of her lungs: "YES! YES! FUCK ME HARDER! YESSSSSSSS!" I pause for a few seconds.

"You STILL didn't come?

"Not yet, babe, but I'm close. I want that ass of yours. 

Some rustling, then "whatever you want. Let me roll over. There. You think you can get that big pole up my ass? Give me a go -- but don't stop till you pump me full of your hot, sticky cum!"

I decide to keep walking down the hall, get on the elevator, and go down to the first floor. I guess that gal got the "special permission" she needed to come to that guy's room. The Stud Farm is a weird place. Everyone seems to be getting laid all the time here. I go past reception, and find several lounges with big comfortable couches and a few large padded tables about 3 ft off the floor. What's up with that? Is that one of the places they use for the "after dinner gangbang?"

Out the door, and across the lawn, I make my way over to the fitness center. Looks like any other gym -- lots of weight training equipment and cardio machines. Mirrors on one wall, but only one restroom with showers. No women here, apparently. But over in one corner, there's a guy giving another a blowjob, and being pretty noisy about it. I can't help but stare -- I have to admit, the guy on his knees is pretty good. Deep throats the other one. The guy standing up is having fun -- stroke after stroke, he pounds the poor guy's face. Then he notices me.

"What you looking at?

"Uh.. nothing. Don't let me bother you." I turn and walk out. I guess it's considered bad manners to watch two guys go at it in the gym.

I look at my watch -- happy hour started 10 minutes ago. I walk over to the bar, and they've got a nametag waiting for me at the door. As I pick it up, a brunette hottie walks up. 

"Bob? I'm Natalie. I'm to be your escort tonight. I understand you're here to turn in an admission application and check out the Stud Farm. Welcome!

I know it's not polite to gawk. But I can't help it. Natalie has a huge pair of perky tits, squeezed into her short and tight red dress. The neckline plunges halfway to her navel, leaving her nipples covered -- barely. No bra, but she doesn't need one either. Flat stomach, great ass, all parked on 5" heels. Fat puffy lips and a pierced tongue. Looks like she spends most of her time sucking cock, and the rest of her time wishing she was. She smiles as I check her out.

"Uh... nice to meet you too. Where can we get a drink? Oh I see, the bar's over there." We start walking toward the bar. "Monica mentioned that we might see each other tonight. She also said something about a "Bimbo Factory". Are you a Bimbo Factory student?

"You bet. I'm excited to be chosen to spend tonight with you. I get to apply some of the things we've been learning. I'm sure I can show you a good time.

"Show me some of the things we've been learning?" Good grief! I've just met her, and she's flirting with me and telling me she wants to fuck. But I try to be polite. "That sounds good to me!" I lean over to the bartender, and order our drinks. He's another hunk with white teeth - I'll bet he's learning how to be a bartender at something like the Chippendales Club in Vegas. We make our way over to a table. "Tell me about the Bimbo Factory. How did you hear about it?

"Well, I was finishing up my sophomore year at Harvard, and really didn't enjoy my classes. None of the guys paid any attention to me. I was having lunch with some of my girlfriends, complaining about how the guys showed no initiative whatsoever. Then one pulled out an ad for the Bimbo Factory she had clipped from Cosmo. We laughed about it -- who would want to go to Mexico to learn how to be a bimbo?

"On a dare, I called their 800 number. They told me I wouldn't learn how to be a bimbo - I'd learn how to maximize my sex appeal and use it to get what I want. They'd get me in shape, and could give me some medications to make me a bit more assertive and increase my sex drive. Afterwards, they'd help with some career counseling -- help me decide if I wanted to return to Harvard, or try something else. I wasn't happy where I was, so I thought I'd give it a try. It's been great!

"Sounds like you're enjoying it. You mentioned something about classes. What classes are you taking?

"Exercise classes are required, and they make everyone take a nutrition class in the first month. We see our fitness instructor daily, and the nutritionist twice a week. Of course, we have to work out every day. You have to take a seminar on cosmetic surgery to figure out which procedures are for you. I've also taken classes on flirting, makeup, manners, relationship management, and hygiene. But the best classes are the ones on sex technique: Foreplay I & II, Oral I & II, and Positions I & II. Right now, I'm taking an Anal class and one on Sex Toys and Techniques. I believe that many of the same classes are offered here at the Stud Farm, but from a guy's perspective.

I had no idea you could take so many different kinds of sex classes. I decide to try and flirt a bit. "Is it all classroom theory, or do you do any lab work?" with a slight smirk.

She ignores the smirk - she takes my question seriously. "Oh, theory alone wouldn't be any fun! No -- the teacher spends 15-20 minutes describing what to do. Some hunk from here comes over and demonstrates on the teacher, and then we take our turns and practice. She offers suggestions, and points out when we do something wrong. Lots of fun.


Stud Farm



"For example, yesterday the Anal teacher was explaining why lots of women don't like anal sex -- their partner doesn't get them ready properly. Before shoving his cock in your ass, he should lube up his fingers, and play with your asshole. Slip one finger in, play for a bit, then slip in a second finger. A really big guy should work 3 fingers inside before doing anything else. Then he should make sure his prick is well oiled before mounting you. Once he's slipped the head of his prick inside, he can work it in the rest of the way, but slowly and gently.

"If it's done right, an ass can accommodate just about any size prick. Then the teacher brought in a guy with a huge cock -- it had to be close to a foot long. He bent her over the table, worked his fingers in slowly, and positioned himself behind her. Gradually, he pushed his organ into her. It took close to 15 minutes, but in the end he was buried up to the hilt in her ass. It was unbelievable! Then he pounded her for another 5 minutes and pulled out to spray cum all over her back.

"But the best part was still to come. For this class, she hadn't brought in just one guy -- there were 8 -- one for each of us. All of us were really turned on at this point, so we got up on the table, and the guys used the techniques she just taught -- lots of lube, one finger at a time, then gradually easing their cocks up our poop chutes. The teacher walked around, giving the guys pointers and helping us relax. After a while, the guys were in all the way, pounding us senseless. I'd never had an orgasm from anal sex before, and I climaxed 3 times. Fabulous!

I didn't have that pill Monica mentioned, but I was hard as a rock and turned on like crazy anyway. It was clear she was ready to teach me how to fuck her in the ass after dinner. Natalie wasn't just a flirt - she knew how to turn me on with a few words. What would she be like in bed? I was going to need that pill to keep up with her

A bell rang, indicating that it was time to go down for dinner. We finished our drinks and made our way down the stairs. I grabbed her ass on the way down, and she fondled my prick through my pants. I began to resent Monica's rule "we require that all of our clients remain dressed during dinner". Not for the last time.

Chapter 4

Dinner

We made our way to the dining room. I started to worry about making keeping up a conversation with people I don't know. I shouldn't have. Natalie starts talking again. 

"Let's go sit over there. We can have dinner with a couple of my friends tonight. 

On the way over, I notice that each table seats 6. Natalie explains some of the unspoken rules: same number of guys and gals at each table, except at the gay tables. No one eats alone. Can't eat with the same people twice in a row. We join her two friends - Beth and Nicole. Beth is quiet and shy, but pays attention to everything. She's wearing a modest dress. Nicole is in a slinky dress that is slit up the side. Her neckline, like Natalie's, plunges toward her navel, showing off the sides of her fabulous boobs. Long blonde hair. Something tells me I won't find any hair anywhere else on her long body. But I'd enjoy hunting for it...

Two guys come over to join us. I can't compete with Mike. Tan and built, he has limo driver teeth. Stan is more in my league - 5' 11 or so, 195. Neither of them have had dinner with Natalie or her friends before.

A waiter comes by to pour the wine, and serves a cold vegetable soup. I don't usually like cold soup, but this is very good. With a simple gesture, he asks if I want the pill. I nod, and he slips it in my soup. I make sure I eat every spoonful. Natalie leans over to her friend and pulls on Beth's arm.

"Beth, you should meet Bob. Bob's here to file an entrance application." She turns to me. "Beth just started 4 weeks ago", she explains.

I look at her. She doesn't quite fit in. "Pleased to meet you. How did you find out about this place?

Beth blushes. "I'm from Connecticut, went to private prep schools growing up, finished Vassar two years ago. My folks think I'm in Mexico doing research. How did I get here? I guess you'd call it an "intervention" like something out of AA. 8 friends got together, took me out to a bar, and ganged up on me. I'd just lost my job, and they told me I had no social life, and that wouldn't change unless I did something about it. So they sent me here, and paid for the first month.

"Pretty nice friends! What do you think so far?"

"The first few days were a complete overload. Hang out with centerfolds during the day? Dine with hunks at night? The after dinner gangbangs were just too much, so I'd take the early bus back to my room. I've focused on getting in shape with the nutrition and fitness program. My counselor was very supportive and didn't push it. She recommended the flirting and relationship management classes -- said I wasn't ready for the sex technique classes yet. 

"I took her advice, but I had really low expectations. I was pleasantly surprised. The fitness instructor works with me every day, and my muscle tone is much better. The nutritionist set targets on calories, carbs, etc, and the chef always has me feeling full. Lots of veggies and fresh fish -- I've lost 7 pounds so far! The relationship management class was really helpful. Stuff like how to pick up non-verbal cues, when to fuck, when to hold out, how to know when he's cheating on you, when it's ok to cheat on him. Stuff like that.

"But the best one was the flirting class. I never knew how to flirt before. The instructor talks for 15 minutes, then brings in some Stud Farm hunks to work with us 1-on-1. We get a simple task -- something like "get him to take his shirt off without asking". They videotape the whole thing, and we spend the next class reviewing the videotapes and discussing how to do it better. I practice during Happy Hour. It helps a lot. 

"Flirting and Relationship Management end this week. I gave them my bank information, and decided to continue with the program. My counselor is encouraging me to try something a bit more risqué. So I signed up for Foreplay I and Male Turnons. On Friday, I'm going to the Plastic Surgery Seminar. It's information-only for me right now, but I'm told they'll give you a free botox lip injection if you want one. It's not permanent, so I'm thinking about it. And I'll continue to get in shape with the nutrition and fitness programs.

I think about what she's said, and it resonates with me. I've got a lot stronger sex drive than she does, but I don't think I'm ready for the after dinner gang-bang either. But after a few months here, if I was in better shape and had a bigger cock, I might feel differently.

Nicole pipes up. "A lot of girls felt the way you do when they first got here. I know I did. Relax, take your time, and enjoy the experience. You'll do fine.

"That's exactly the same advice my counselor gives me. 

"She's right. Say Mike -- how long have you been here?

Mike looks up from his dinner. "Let's see. I came her on May 15th. It's now October 1st. That makes it 4 ½ months.

"What have you done so far?

"Like everybody else, I wanted a huge cock when I got here. Dr. Phelps talked me out of it. I think I'm right where I need to be -- 8 ½ inches. I might grow a bit more, but not much. The fitness center says I'm at 12% body fat, and I need to get to 10%. So I have a few more weeks to go there. But I am supposed to graduate at the end of the month if I stay on target.

"What do you want to do?

"I'm pretty open to considering lots of different things. But the most promising thing right now is an interview with the RPM Agency in New York next week. They're looking for some new models for their clients, and liked my portfolio. So they invited me for an interview.

"What kind of clients do they have?

"All legit stuff. Big department stores, men's specialty retail. They said they'd take me as I am, but would like me to get below 10% body fat so they could use me to model swimsuits and underwear.

"That sounds cool. Would you live in New York?

"I hope they'll let me live in LA or San Diego. It's pretty hard to stay in shape in New York.

They talked for another 5 minutes or so about male modeling in New York, but I sort of tuned them out. I wanted to steer the conversation back to his experience at the Stud Farm. How could I do that? A brief pause opened in the conversation, and I filled it.

"What kind of shape were you in when you arrived?

Mike turned to me. "Oh, that's a good question. I was working as a car mechanic in Kansas City. My uncle died and left me some money. I'm 28, and I wanted out of Kansas City. I saw their ad, and decided to use some of my Uncle's money to come here. I'm 5'11, and weighed 200, but stopped going to the gym when the football season ended my senior year in High School. Six-inch cock -- pretty average.

"I've worked hard at the gym, but I had a couple of advantages. I could build on the residual muscle development from High School, and I'm only 28. Dr. Phelps put me on his drug program, and I started growing. I did a couple of simulated porno film sessions in my Positions II class and didn't like it -- it was difficult to perform on command in front of the camera. Didn't matter how much she sucked or how big her tits were -- it was just difficult. My counselor encouraged me to reconsider my goals, and Dr. Phelps tapered off the drugs so I wouldn't get too big.

"I could show you my cock if you like -- but you know the rules -- "we require that clients remain dressed during dinner".

"No worries. Not necessary." I blushed.

Natalie intervened. "Bob's right. Don't need to show us. But I can vouch for Mike. I've fucked him several times in the past month during the after-dinner gangbang. Nice cock. Very nice. But his tongue is better." She winked at him and licked her lips.

As the dinner went on, the conversation got more and more explicit. Less talk about High School or why they chose to enter the program. More and more talk about sex. Fewer and fewer inhibitions. Pretty soon, there were no inhibitions at all. I think the wine helped.

Nicole turned to the other guy at the table. "Stan, you've been here less than a month. Do you like my boobs? Are they big enough? Too big?

Stan bit his lower lip. "Anybody would be crazy not to love your tits. What size are you?

"The implants make me a DD. They gave me 400cc implants, overfilled to 475cc and placed under the muscle. Took me a long time to decide. I was a B when I arrived. The surgeon recommended silicone over saline, and said that women are more likely to go too small than too big. Then they have to be redone.

"I was trying to decide between a D and a DD. He talked me into the bigger ones. I've had them a month, and the swelling has finally gone down. At first they felt huge, but I'm getting used to them. Great for tit-fucking. Want to play with them after dinner?

"You bet. I'm taking Positions I. We just tried going 69 the first time. I don't think I did it right, and I need some practice. I'll play with your tits if you go 69 on me...

"That's a deal. I'm taking Oral II, and we tried deep throating last week. They said that 69 was one of the best positions for deep throat. They also said we should practice on more normally sized guys. How big are you?

"Dr Phelps measured me at 7 ¼ " last week.

"Perfect. You can play with my tits, and then we'll go 69 -- I'll try to deep throat you while you eat me. Deal? 

"Deal.

It was probably the sexiest dinner I'd ever had. Six people, not-quite-strangers, getting to know each other and talking about how to flirt. Then it moved on to their tits, their cocks, and what positions were best. At the end, I realized it was all foreplay -- they were getting ready to join the group sex scene after dinner, and were simply getting in the mood.

I had other plans. I had Natalie for the night. Every time I looked over at her, she seemed to be looking at me while she sucked on her fingers and or licked her lips. It was time to make an excuse and take her back to my room.

Chapter 5

Dessert

Folks at some of the other tables were getting up to leave, and so did I. Kissed all the other gals good bye, and turned to Nicole.

"I don't think I'm ready for the gang-bang. Want to come to my room?

"Love to." So off we went. I wanted to try something different. So I took a bit of initiative.

"I've got an idea. When we get back to the room, why don't you show me some of the things they've been teaching you?"

"Ooo... that sounds like fun!

I fumble with my key, and finally get it into the lock and open the door. I turn on the lights and empty my pockets, but Natalie reaches over and dims the lights back down. She comes up from behind and grabs me, running her hands over my chest as she nibbles on my ear. "I'll take it easy on you", she purrs. "I don't want you to cum too soon.. That would spoil some of the fun...

She holds her arms over her head, and I pull the dress over her head. Spectacular tits and a black thong. Big, perky nipples that stand off of her DD mounds. I bury my head between them and grab her ass.

She pushes me away, and starts to unbutton my shirt, unbuckles my belt, and pulls off the pants to reveal my Hanes boxer shorts. She breaks out the coy, come-hither voice. "You know, if you come here, you're going to need new underwear. A thong or bikini brief for you, my friend. Give the boxers to your grandpa.

She drops to her knees, and pulls the boxers off with her teeth. I am hard, so hard. But she doesn't put my cock in her mouth right away. She starts to lick. She licks the underside of my cock, then my balls, then runs the tip of her tongue around my cock head. "You're going to need to shave off your pubic hair too, you know. Ready for that?"

I mumble something unintelligible.

"You want to know why I got my tongue pierced?, she whispers.

I try to formulate the words, but the sensations are making my brain stop working. "No. Why?"

"Because when I suck your cock, I can rub the bar in my tongue against the most sensitive parts of your cock... Like this. And I can control you. If I rub a little harder in more sensitive places, I drive you closer to the brink. If I back off, I can calm you down... and that lets me suck your balls like this... or lick your cock head like this... while I play with your asshole like this...

She is driving me CRAZY! By controlling the tempo, she keeps me at the edge, but stops me from cumming. I am getting frantic. I want to fuck her. I need to fuck her.

But she senses my increasing frenzy and backs off once more, and goes back to licking and teasing. She's drooling all over me, and I'm very wet.

"Ever been deep throated before?" She continues to lick and tease. "It's not very hard, really, once you learn how to relax your throat." She stops and quietly says, "stand still". Then she opens her mouth wider, and takes me all the way in, pushing her nose up into my pubic hair. Not once or twice, but four or five times.

"Now I want you to fuck my face. Come on, big boy. Show me what you've got."

So I push my cock inside her mouth, and go all the way in, buried up to the hilt and half way down her throat. Again, again, again. My control evaporates, and I explode in her throat. She swallows, and the muscles in her throat milk the cum from my cock. I pull out and fall on the bed with a fat grin on my face.

"Just where do you think you're going, big boy? I am just getting started with you. She pulls off her thong, revealing a thin line of hair leading to her pussy. She climbs on top of me, waiving her cunt in my face. She smells sweet, not musty.

"I am serving desert. Want to lick my ice cream cone?"

I lift my head and notice she has a pierced clit too. I start to lick.

"No, no, no. That's not the place to start. Lick my cunt lips. Like my piercing? The tongue stud is for my lovers. The clit piercing is for me. Flick that ring big guy. Run your tongue on the edges. That's right. Grab the ring with your teeth, and give me a little tug. OOO! That's it. Rub your nose against my clit and stick your tongue in my cunt. You're getting the hang of it! Now run the wide surface of your tongue over my clit -- your taste buds rub me just the right way. Better, better.

And so it went for 10 minutes -- she was commanding me what to next, and I was following every step of the way.. And I noticed a strange thing -- I was getting hard again.

"Now wrap your mouth around my clit and suck. Yes -- harder -- yes -- faster -- yes -- harder... 10 or 15 seconds later, she starts to grunt and pant, and then screams softly with her release. But I am now hard again, ready for more.

She backs off and reaches over for my now-hard cock. A faint grin spreads across her face as she looks back to me. She backs up, and pushes my cock inside her. She starts to rub her clit against my pubic bone, rolling her pelvis against mine.

"More... more... more... that's how I like it, that's how I like it. more.. more... more.... come on, big guy -- push all that meat inside me. She's sweating now, and I am in heaven. I feel the walls of her cunt grabbing me, milking me, drawing more of me inside. I can't handle it and cum again. But we come together this time -- as I squirt her full of my cum, she yells "shove it in! Pump me full of your jism, you bastard! Own me! YESSSSSSSS.

I roll off of her and catch my breath. That was unbelievable. But I have to ask.

"How did you do that?

"Do what exactly?

"When you took me inside, it felt like your cunt was grabbing me, milking me, pulling me in. How did you do that? It was incredible!"

A sly grin crossed her face. "They teach us how to do that. A bit of surgery to increase control of the right muscles, and then lots of exercise. Give me an inch of your cock, and my pussy will grab you and draw the rest of you inside. I've learned how to grab a dildo with my cunt, pick it up, and pull it in. Did you like it? 

"It was unbelievable!

"Oh, but I am not through with you yet, big guy. Remember when we talked about my anal class before dinner? There was a longing, an aching in your eyes. Want some of my ass? You've done my mouth, you've done my cunt. Want to try my ass? Shall I teach you how to fuck a girl in the ass?

"Sure -- but I don't know how well I'll perform for you.

"Leave that to me. So she grabs her purse, and pulls out a dildo and a bottle of oil. A long, thin blue dildo with a bulb on the other end. She pushes a button, and I hear a slight buzzing sound. Then she slips the bulb in her cunt and stands before me with an evil smile -- an Amazon with perfect tits, waving a buzzing, 10 inch dildo in front of her.

"If you want to learn how to do me, you must first let me do you.

So I follow her instructions and get up on all fours, a bit nervous, but willing to try. She props two pillows under my chest, and pours oil over my back and ass. She rubs the oil over my back, runs her hands over my chest, then moves down to my ass and does it again. She starts to play with my asshole, and I'm ready for what comes next. She slips a finger inside, then another.

Finally she positions the buzzing dildo at my asshole and starts to push gently. My asshole gives way, and she pushes inside slowly. The buzzing cock tickles my prostrate, and I start to get hard again. I am thankful for the pill from Monica. 

With a shock, I realize she has that thing all the way up my ass. Then she begins her long deliberate strokes, in and out, in and out. The buzzing dildo hits her in just the right place, and she cums again. 

But it is now my turn.

I pull the buzzing toy out, and turn it off. She gets up on the pillows, and hands me the bottle of oil. I drizzle the oil over her back, her ass. I rub it into her fabulous tits as she moans and wiggles her ass for me.




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"Leave my tits alone. Play with my asshole. Run your fingers over the opening and press against it, but don't go inside -- yet. Let me know what you're going to do to me, but don't say a word. Now give me a finger -- run it in and out. That's right. Now give me another finger... oh yes. I'm ready for you now. Push the head of your cock against my asshole -- that's right. Slip the head inside... now wait for a minute. Let me get used to the intruder you just shoved in my ass... very nice. Now push the rest of the way, but go slow. When you're buried up to the hilt, wait for a few seconds... now pull out part way, slowly.... and push back in, a bit more quickly this time... that feels so fine. Now pick up the pace -- my ass is yours! Fuck me like you mean it, you bastard! Hump me like your bitch! I am an animal in heat -- you can't pull out -- you can't -- you can't --

She starts yelling once more, and I cum one more time. She squeezes her asshole to milk my cock dry, and I stay inside until I go limp, just like the dog in her fantasy.

I pull the covers over us, and we drift off to sleep together. I had no idea sex could be like this. Tracy lay on her back and waited for me to finish while I crawled on top and fucked her. Natalie used her body to drive us both into multiple orgasms. Wow. What a difference.

Chapter 6

Doctor Appointment

Well, I was plenty sore. Natalie kept going, and going, and going... I fell asleep around 1 am, and woke up with a big boobed brunette bimbo in my bed at 7:30. I took a quick shower, had a bite to eat, and got to the doctor's office on time. They said "satisfaction guaranteed", and I must admit, last night alone was worth the admission fee.

They had millions of forms to fill out -- it took over an hour. Normal questions, like what drugs I was taking, did I have a history of heart disease, etc. Then there were the unusual ones:

Was I comfortable in group sex situations? Did I consider myself heterosexual, bisexual, or gay? If a guy tried to mount me, what would I do? How big a cock did I want? What did I want to do after I finished the program?

Stuff like that. I was kind of surprised that they didn't ask if I wanted a pierced cock like the limo driver. But maybe that would come later. Then there were the financial qualifications forms -- I had to show I had enough money to pay their bills. I turned everything in to the receptionist, read the Stud Farm marketing materials, and waited for the doctor.

"Mr. Franklin? This way, please."

I follow the nurse to the exam room, take off my clothes, and put on the gown. And wait some more. The door opens, and in walks another nurse. Mary Cunningham is hot.

"Good morning! Dr. Phelps will come by in a little while. I'm here to run some tests." She weighs me, measures my height, draws some blood, takes blood pressure, etc. Then it starts to get more interesting.

"Now I need to measure your cock." So she tells me to lie down on the table, and lifts my hospital gown. She lubes me up and sticks my cock in a cylinder, then turns on the vacuum. 

Mary was hot, had big beautiful tits, big fat lips and a bar in her tongue, Everything about her screamed "expert cock sucker". She was leaning over me, giving me an eyeful of her cleavage and rubbing oil all over my cock. I wasn't getting hard, though -- I was just wrung out from the previous night. But when she turned on the vacuum, physiology took over. My dick immediately started to swell, and I got harder than I ever imagined I could be.

"6 ¼ inches. That's pretty average for guys when they get here. 4 inches in circumference. Ok. Circumcised, oversized head. That's good. 

"Did you have any orgasms last night?

"Yeah -- they sent someone over from the Bimbo Factory to sleep with me. I think I cummed 3 times.

"Who did they send?

"She said her name was Natalie.

"O, I know Natalie. She was just starting the program when I graduated and took this job in Dr. Phelps' office. Nice girl, but shy, rather plump and small tits. She must be ready to graduate pretty soon.

"I think you have the wrong Natalie. The one in my room last night was as fit as an Amazon. She said she had DD tits. Shy? She practically attacked me, complained about not getting enough cock. Not the same girl.

"Oh, I'm sure that's the same girl. Dropped out of Harvard, bioengineering major?

I was flabbergasted. "She did say she dropped out of Harvard, come to think of it."

"Same kid. Anyway, I'm done here. Sounds like she did a nice job of taking care of you. She won't be complaining about not enough cock when you graduate, though. I'll run the blood tests -- won't take long. The doctor will be a few more minutes.

Door opens again. In walks a 40-something guy with a white coat and a "Ryan Phelps, Md" badge above the pocket.

"Mr. Franklin? I'm Dr. Phelps. Welcome to the Stud Farm. I suppose you're brimming with questions. What I'd like to do this morning is give you a physical, and briefly discuss your goals. Mary will come back with your tests, and I'll discuss the results with you. I see you have an appt with our Admission Director at 1pm. If you're admitted to the program, you'll be back here at 4 for a consultation, and we'll design a program for you. That meeting shouldn't take more than an hour. The limo driver can then take you to the airport, and you'll be able to make your 6:30 flight. Ok?"

"Let's get on with it."

So he does the usual deal, pushing and poking in all of the normal places. Sticks his finger up my ass for the prostate exam -- I hate that! Why did it feel good when Natalie did the same thing? But he spends a lot of time on my dick. Looks closely at the blood vessels, checks to see if my dick hangs to the left or the right, strokes it, pulls on the skin. If I were gay, I'd probably be getting hard. I don't.

Mary knocks, and pushes her knockers through the door. "The blood tests, doctor."

"Thanks. Set them on the table." Then he goes back to fondling my dick.

"Ok, you can get dressed." He takes off the gloves, washes up, and picks up the blood test report.

"Well, Bob, let's see what the blood tests say." Then he reads me my blood cholesterol, blood sugar, and toxicology numbers. Confirms that I tested clean for STDs and AIDS. "Everything is in the normal range, but you'll live longer with lower cholesterol numbers.", then puts the papers in his folder 

"Your body fat percentage is about 21%. That's in the normal range. Stud Farm graduates aim for 10% body fat or less. So you have a way to go. Your muscle development is a little below average, but the fitness center will take care of that."

"Your penis is very normal. A little curvature, normal size, but with a slightly larger glans than normal. That's good. Do you have a target penis size?"

"Well, I don't know what's possible. But I've always fantasized about a 12" cock."

A quiet smile spread across the doctor's face. "I suppose just about anything is possible, within reason. The drug regime we follow usually enables guys to grow about 1" per month. The first month we phase in the drugs, and the last month we taper them off. So if you want a 12" penis, you would expect to be on the drugs for about 6 months, plus a month at the start and another at the end. So call it 8 months or so."

"I have to write up my report for the Admission Director. But I'll be telling her that you are in good enough shape for the program, and I think you're a good candidate. 

Any questions?

"What sort of drugs are we talking about?

"Good question. The founder of the Stud Farm did a 5 year study on teen age boys before starting operations here in Cancun. During the study, they tracked penis growth over time, from the age of 11 to 16, while running each one through sophisticated blood tests every week.

"They found that at the start of puberty when penis growth spikes, the body is loaded with a precise mix of hormones: testosterone and HGH, of course, but he also found 2 other previously unknown ones. He called them PGH-1 and PGH-2. When penis growth started to slow, we found that the body started to produce a third hormone, NPHH-7. Turns out that NPHH-7 tells the body to stop producing PGH-1 and PGH-2, so penis growth slowed and then stopped altogether. Later, NPHH-7 levels dropped but PGH-1 and PGH-2 production didn't restart. 

"So the drug mix we provide matches the hormones present when you were 12. We raise your testosterone and HGH levels, and phase in PGH-1 and PGH-2. Works pretty well. When my patients get close to the size they want, we taper off the drugs. They continue to grow for a little while longer, but we get pretty close to their target. 

"I must say, however, that 12" is about the upper end of what we're willing to do. The penile vascular system isn't designed to support an organ that big, and serious complications can arise if you go much bigger. I had an early patient that wanted 16", but we stopped the drugs when he started reporting constant pain in his penis. He got to 14 ½ ". I don't recommend it. "Do the drugs have any side effects?

"Oh, there are several. But our patients seem to cope with them pretty well. First, I'd say that the increased levels of HGH and testosterone help with the fitness regimen -- you recover from exercise more quickly, add muscle more easily, metabolize fat more readily. Second, you should expect to be horny. All the time. Kind of like junior high, actually. We're able to manage the testosterone levels so that you don't get steroid rage or acne, but wet dreams may return. While you're here at the Stud Farm, you will have plenty of sexual outlets to deal with the increased libido.

"Why are you located in Mexico?

"A couple of reasons. First, the FDA hasn't approved the use of PGH-1 and PGH-2 for these purposes. They've signed off on using NPHH-7 to stop penis growth, but that isn't well known. Second, I'd say that it is cheaper in Mexico, so our services are more affordable. If we were in California, we'd probably have to charge twice as much.

"Cost is an important issue for other services we offer. For example, I notice that your hair is thinning a bit. You can have that taken care of while you're here. We also can arrange for other types of plastic surgery, teeth whitening, and laser treatments you may desire.

"Hmm... you've given me a lot to think about. 

"Well if you have any more questions -- here's my card. Be happy to talk to you -- I usually return calls at the end of the day.

Chapter 7

The Admission Director

I make my way over to the Admission Director's office, Shawna McRae. Her door is open.

"Hi Bob! I am glad to meet you. I was just going over the doctor's report and your financials. Have a seat. How has your visit been so far?

"I must say, I am very impressed. When I called your 800 number, I thought that the $1500 application fee was a bit steep. But I'll admit, the escort you provided made it all worth it.

"I am glad that Natalie met your expectations. I was told you ducked out of the group sex session after dinner, and was a bit concerned. But a lot of candidates are more comfortable in one-on-one settings, particularly at first.

"Let's see. Dr Phelps gave you a green light. He said you were interested in growing a 12" cock. You need to understand that reaching that size takes time, so it is more expensive because you may need to stay longer to reach your goal. But there are some things we can do to keep the costs down. I'll also say that we ran a credit check, and your financials checked out. 

"What do you do to keep the costs down?"

"Well, for cases such as yours, Dr Phelps usually recommends starting the drug regimen 4 to 8 weeks before you check in. That way we can get your cock to start growing before you arrive, and perhaps save you a month or two of fees in Cancun. You can also join a gym at home and start your diet and exercise program early, making it easier to reach your fitness goals on time. Did I answer your question?

"That sounds like a good idea.

"For men with large growth ambitions such as you, we tell them to budget $10K per month for 8 months. It may be a bit less than that, but $80K is a good ballpark figure. If you grow fast, work hard in the gym, or skip the cosmetic surgery, it will cost less. If you grow more slowly, are lazy in the gym, and opt for lots of procedures, it will cost a bit more. 

"I am pleased to tell you that we're prepared to offer you admission to the Stud Farm. Here's a admissions packet for you. It includes an admission letter, and a description of our fees and services. Room and board is included in the fees, and includes a king size bed and a private bath, similar to the room you had last night.

"Would you like some time to think about it? If you can accept the offer today, I can send you back to Dr. Phelps to get you going on your program. We'll need a deposit for the first month of residency, and you'll need to pay for any drugs that Dr. Phelps may prescribe.

I pause to think -- it takes about 5 seconds. If I say yes, I have to give them a deposit today. That's bad. But I can put off checking in to the Stud Farm for 8 weeks, and start immediately on their drug regimen. That's great! If my cock starts to grow, I'll know it's legit. That's good. If not, I don't have to show up. That's also good. If I say yes today, I'll spend a month less time down here, and save maybe $10K. Another good thing. So let's see -- one bad thing, one great thing, three more good things. The good things win.

"Well, as I said before, I am pretty impressed with your program. I've got the money, I've got the time. If I don't do it now, I might never do it. So, yes -- I 'd be happy to come. I can give you a check today for the deposit, but I'll need a couple of months to get my things arranged back home before I check in.

"That's great, Bob. We'd be happy do defer your admission date until Oct 1. That's almost 2 months from now. Is that ok?

"October 1 would be fine. Then I can put my stuff in storage, and let my apartment go in the city. The lease is up at the end of August, but I am sure that they'd give me a 1 month extension.

"I am very pleased you have decided to come to the Stud Farm, Bob. All of our graduates have told us that they are extremely satisfied with our services, and we've obtained job offers for every one of them when they finish. I am sure you'll be no exception. Now off you go to Dr Phelps -- you don't want to be late!

Chapter 8

A Personalized Program

Back to Dr. Phelp's office. I try to concentrate on the magazines, but the nurses keep going back and forth. The top few buttons on their uniforms aren't buttoned, and their tits are spilling out all over. After a while, I realize that none of them are wearing bras -- their firm boobs stand up all by themselves.

Dr Phelps comes to retrieve me from the waiting room, and we go back to his office.

"Let's see. You're 6 ¼" now, and you want to reach 12". We have about 8 weeks till your admission date, so I'll give you a prescription for the next 30 days, and have you come back for a follow up appointment. We can adjust the medications and then give you another 30 days.

"First, here's a prescription for a testosterone patch. Change them weekly. They go on your scrotum. I'll write you up for 5 low dose patches. Next, here's a prescription for HGH. For the first two weeks, take one every morning. For the next two weeks, take one in the morning, one in the evening. Finally, this is for PGH-1 and PGH-2; we'll start you off at 5mg. First two weeks, take one in the morning. Next two weeks, take one in the morning, one in the evening. You can fill all of the prescriptions at the pharmacy downstairs. 

"You won't see much difference in the first month, but we should see a little growth. We'll increase dosages next month, and that's when you should start to really notice the change. Got it?

"I think I can keep that straight.

"Next, I want you to join a health club. Get a fitness instructor to show you the ropes. Go every day, alternating with cardio work on one day and weight training the next. Plan on spending an hour a day. 

"Finally, here's a diet plan to follow. Diet is at least as important as exercise. The most important principles: eat 6 tiny meals a day, lots of vegetables and protein, and as little fat and carbs as possible. When you get here in a month, I want to see your weight down to 190. Ok? You've got a way to go if you're going to build the muscle you'll need and get your body fat percentage down to 10%.

"Ok. I'll join a gym when I get home and try your diet.

"Off you go. Get those prescriptions filled, and we'll see you again in a month.

Chapter 9

Getting Ready to Go

My next two months at home were kind of boring, actually. I found a gym and worked out every day. I ate lots of tuna fish and carrots. I had to give up ice cream, my favorite. At first it was difficult, but I got used to it.

Like the doctor said, I didn't notice much of anything during the first two weeks. The following two weeks were a different matter altogether.

First thing that changed were the wet dreams. I hadn't had a wet dream since I was about 15. Now I find myself dreaming about the nurses in Dr. Phelps' office -- sliding a massive cock between their spectacular boobs and spraying cum all over their faces. I wake up with a start, and find I've sprayed cum all over my sheets instead. Well, it was a good dream, at least.

I also find myself staring at women. All the time. My mind wanders, and I wonder how good they are at sucking cock. Would that redhead like to fuck a 12" cock? Could she handle it? Would that blonde let me shove my meat up her ass? Would she wiggle with anticipation like Natalie? I start to get hard, realize what's going on, and snap back to reality. I guess that's what the doctor meant by being horny all the time.

A couple of days before my I go down for my follow up appointment, I measure myself again. Get as hard as I can, and press one end of a ruler against my pubic bone, and lay it on top of my cock. 6 ½ ". I measure again. Same thing.

I've never been that big before. Never. I know ¼" doesn't sound like much. But it is unmistakable -- my cock is growing. That gets me real excited -- so I jack off again. My mind is made up -- I am going to go through with this.

On the flight back to Cancun, a though occurs to me. What if I kept a few pills in reserve? I could take a few less than what he prescribes, and put them away. At the end of drug regimen, I'd have some that I could take to keep growing if I wanted. Something to think about.

Back in Dr. Phelps' office, Mary takes me to the examining room, and goes through her tests. My weight is 191 -- I've lost 4 pounds. Lubes me up again, sticks my cock in the cylinder, and turns on the vacuum.

"Looks like you're up to 6 ½ " today. You've grown ¼ since you were here a month ago. Very good. The doctor will be here in a minute.

Dr. Phelps shows up. "Good afternoon, Bob. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good. I followed your instructions and took the medicine you gave me. Like you predicted, I found I was getting horny a lot more often. Lost some weight, too.

"I see that. 191. Not quite as much as we hoped, but not bad. 6 ½". That's about what we expected to see. Blood pressure's ok, pulse and temp are normal. Let me take a look.

So he dons his gloves, lifts the hospital gown, and examines my cock. Doesn't take as long this time.

"Well, it looks like you're tolerating everything ok. Ready to go up to a regular dose?

"I trust you, doc. If you say I am, then I'm willing.

"Ok. So I am going to prescribe the same size pills as before, but instead of taking them twice a day, you're supposed to take them 4 times a day. Try to spread them out so you take one every 6 hours if possible. I think that the testosterone patches are fine -- we'll leave those unchanged.




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"Keep up the diet and exercise routine. But I want you to spend 2 hours a day in the gym now. The drugs will help your muscles recover and develop. When you get here next month, you'll see a fitness instructor every day, and meet with your nutritionist twice a week. They'll be able to fine tune everything to help you get the results you want. Any questions?

"I was pleased to see a bit of growth last month. How much do you think I'll grow this month?

"Tough to predict. I'd expect to see at least a half an inch, but you could grow as much as an inch. We'll see. Based on the results next month, we'll modify the dosages so we can reach our target growth rate of an inch a month.

"That's great. See you in a month." Out the door, the whole thing took less than an hour. $700 plane flight, $200 doctor visit, $800 worth of pills later, I was back home. It was cheaper than spending a month down at the Stud Farm. Still, I wasn't fucking girls from the Bimbo Factory every day either.

But I thought I'd try my idea of taking slightly lower dose, and putting some pills away in reserve. Instead of taking one pill every 6 hours, I took one every eight. I was still horny all the time, but it didn't seem to be getting any worse. I made a bit more progress at the gym, and was able to add 10-20 pounds of weight on several of my exercises.

I found myself jacking off, sometimes twice a day. My cock sometimes seemed to be a bit sore. I don't know if that was from jacking off so often, or if it was just "growing pains". Who knows.

Two days before I was to check in to the Stud Farm, I moved my stuff into storage, cleaned the apartment, and checked into a hotel for the final night. I thought my cock had grown during the past month, but didn't know how much. I got out the ruler. 7 ¼ ". I had grown 3/4" in a month! I was ecstatic. I looked at myself in the mirror. Less flab around the middle. My cock, which had always seemed small, now looked pretty normal to me. I laid the 12" ruler next to my cock, and imagined what it would be like to have something that big between my legs. Time to jerk off again.

Chapter 10

Checking In

I was planning on shipping a box of clothes, but my counselor talked me out of it. She said that the climate is mild, and I wouldn't need a lot of clothes. They do laundry daily, and that helps. But they also said my body would be changing shape, and nothing would fit after a couple of months anyway. There was a store at the Stud Farm where I could buy anything I needed, and there was always the Internet - I can order stuff online and have it delivered.

So I checked a couple of bags, and carried a briefcase through security. After I landed, the limo driver picked me up, but it was a different guy this time. I didn't talk much - I was pretty tired. 

I arrived after dinner, and I was hoping I could get something to tide me over till morning. They checked me in, and gave me the key to my room for the next 8 months. I went down the hall to the elevator, but hesitated. There seemed to be some muffled noises coming from down the hall. I went to investigate.

I pushed open the door to the lounge, and poked my head inside.

I had forgotten - it was 9:05, and the after dinner gangbang would be in full swing.

There were perhaps 25 people in the room, and none had a stitch on. All guy/gal stuff. Ok, sometimes it was guy/gal/guy stuff. Or gal/gal/guy. Or stuffed gal/guy. Whatever. In a corner, I spied Beth, the shy girl I had dinner with the first night. Skinnier, no doubt, than she was before. Down on all fours, a guy with a big cock was taking her from behind. I could see her tits swinging below her as he pounded her ass. She definitely had something added to those tits - they were fabulous. She wasn't saying much, just swaying with the rhythm, her head back, eyes closed, and a fat, stupid grin on her face. Nicole had been right - Beth was doing just fine.

But I didn't belong there. First of all, I had all my clothes on. Second, I was tired and dirty and I needed a drink more than I needed a fuck. So I backed out of the door, and closed it quietly behind me.

I went over to the bar, and got a glass of wine. The place was deserted - they were closing for the night. Everyone was either fucking a friend in a quiet corner, or in one of the lounges. Raw sex seemed to be the primary form of entertainment here.

Back up to my room, I finished my wine, took a shower and went to bed. At reception, they gave me a schedule for the next day - I was supposed to get breakfast and meet my fitness instructor at 8am. I was exhausted.

Next morning, I went down to the cafe. I thought I'd order from a menu, but there were no menus to be found. The waiter came over, gave me coffee, and took down my badge number. She was back in a couple of minutes with my breakfast and the Wall Street Journal. I ate what they gave me, scanned the headlines, and got over to the gym.

I don't remember my fitness instructor's real name. Honestly, I don't. I called him Buff, just like everyone else. Buff was, well, buff. I think his body fat percentage was about 0.01%. Skinny waist, 6 pack, big pecs and arms. Massive thighs and claves. Tiny, tiny workout shorts.

We spent the morning together. The whole fucking morning. Weighed me, measured my height, took lots of measurements - waist, chest, neck, arms... Stripped me naked, and put me in a water tank to measure my body fat. Gave me their std workout clothes, and ran me around to all the machines, to see how much I could lift. Stuck lots of electrodes all over me, and did a heart stress test. It went on and on. After three hours of this stuff, he sent me to the showers, and had me come back to his office when I was dressed.

"Let's see. When you came down two months ago, Dr Phelps said you weighed 195 and estimated your body fat at 21%. You're at 185 now, and have trimmed your body fat percentage to 17.2%. That's really good. Have you ever done weight training before?

"No - afraid not. I hated gym class in high school. I was a nerd.

"Thought so - it shows. That means it will take more work to get your muscles to respond and grow. Your file says you want to grow a big cock, so you'll be with us a while. 

"With our normal cardio/strength training program, you can expect to cut your body fat about 2% per month. That means you should be able to reach 10% body fat in 3 1/2 months or so. 15 minutes of cardio a day should be enough. That part is easy.

"Muscle development is going to be harder. Your upper arms are 14 3/4" - we want to see something above 17". It's hard to put 2 1/4" on your arms in 7 or 8 months. That would normally take 18 months. Same thing with your chest, legs, back or ass. It's also hard to drive down your body fat while you build muscle. Hard to do both at the same time.

"So this next month, let's plan on 90 minutes a day in the gym. I'll give you 3 different sets of exercises to do, and I want you to do each of them twice a week. You get the day off on Sunday. My hope is that Dr Phelps' hormone regimen will speed your growth. But I'm also going to push you, and make sure that your muscles are good and sore before you leave each day. Ok?

In the afternoon, I met with the Nutritionist and my counselor. I liked the Nutritionist. She had set my caloric intake at 1800 a day; based on Buff's notes, she raised it to 2000, but all of the extra calories were going to be protein. We talked about what kinds of foods I liked, and then went down to the dining room so I could sample lots of stuff and tell her which ones were the best. I was surprised with the soups - every one of them was awsome!

My counselor helped me pick out what classes to take. I needed to pass at least 10 classes to graduate and qualify for placement services. Each class met twice a week for 4 weeks. Fitness was required, but didn't provide any credits toward graduation - but I needed to pass fitness every time if I wanted to stay in the program. Fitness classes were 6 days a week, not two.

She handed me a course catalog. For the first month, I had to take Hygiene and Female Psychology , and could take one elective. Given that I was a shy engineer, she suggested Flirting. I wanted to take Positions I, but the catalog said I had to take Flirting and Foreplay I before I could take any of the sex techniques classes.

I finished at 4pm with my counselor, and went down to the store to pick out some new underwear. The girl behind the counter was eager to help.

"Hi. This is my first day, so I was hoping you could give me some help. When I came down to apply, my escort told me I needed some new underwear - the boxers wouldn't do. Can you help me find something that is appropriate for after dinner?

She looked up from her book and gave me a funny look. "You don't need anything for after dinner. You need to shave, put on some deodorant, and a smile. And when I say shave, I mean everywhere." She looked over what I was wearing. "But you could use a great pair of jeans and a fitted shirt, though."

So we spent 20 minutes, hunting for a pair of jeans that fit, and found a soft fitted shirt with a big geometric pattern. I wouldn't have been caught dead in it back home. It was missing the top two buttons. I deferred to her taste.

"I like the shirt, but the top two buttons are missing. Do you have another in this size?

I get another dumb look from the clerk. "That's the idea. The top two buttons are supposed to be missing. Shows off your chest, makes it easier for her to pull it off you. You NEVER button the top two buttons. Duh.

I blush - it is clear I don't know the dress code here. In spite of her advice on underwear, I buy 3 pairs of bikini briefs with a subtle pattern - low cut, with a brazilian back. I'm not ready for a thong. 

I take my purchases back to my room, and follow her advice. I shave, and step into the shower. Before I get out, I remember that Natalie told me I really needed to shave my cock. So I get out my razor, and 10 minutes later my cock is bald. Feels weird, but it's kind of sexy , and makes me look bigger. I like it. Deodorant, new underwear, new jeans, new shirt. Then down to the bar for happy hour.

Nicole's not there, but I see Beth in the corner, talking to a couple of friends. I grab a glass of wine, and make my way over to her.

"Beth! Remember me? Bob Franklin!" I give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You look great! How is this turning out for you?

Beth cracked a big smile, revealing her bright, white teeth. "Bob! When did you get here?

"Last night. Got in late, after dinner.

"Oh, I'm great. What happened since I saw you? Let me see. Perhaps the biggest thing was that they ran some blood tests, and found that I had abnormally low testosterone and PNP-7 hormone levels. Said that they were the key ones for sex drive. So I started taking supplements, and they make me unbelievably horny. Do you remember - I didn't want to go to the after dinner gangbang? Now I go every night - I can't seem to get enough cock. Last month they did my tits. Like em?

I was feeling pretty bold, so I stepped behind her, reached around, hefted her boobs in my hands, and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Very nice. Firm and perky. Just perfect.

She blushed. :"That's what all the guys say. Since they've been done, I'm getting all the action I can handle after dinner.

"When we first met two months ago, you said that the guys at Harvard didn't pay any attention to you. Think that would still be true?

Beth grinned a little. "Probably not.

"How long have you been here? What are you working on now?

"I think it's been about 3 months. I just finished Hygiene, Foreplay II and Positions I. I actually learned more in Hygiene and Foreplay II than in Positions I. Most cunts smell a little, especially when we're turned on. They showed us how to stop that. We also learned that guys want anal sex, and it's considered poor form to get shit on their cock. They showed us how to clean out our asses gently and carefully so it won't happen. Excuse me. Not exactly a polite topic before dinner, is it?

"And Foreplay II was great. We did the basics in Foreplay I, and in Foreplay II we learned how to manipulate the guy, and keep him on the edge until we were ready to fuck. Most guys want wham-bam-thank you ma'am, and the gal's physiology doesn't work that way. So the instructor taught us to take control of the situation, alternating between more and less vigorous stimulation of the guy until we are ready to fuck. 

"When we met, you were taking a Flirting class, I think.

"Oh - I remember. Yeah - that was cool. We did a lot of role playing in Flirting I and II. It's all about getting inside the guy's head without touching anything. Not much flirting around here, except maybe for happy hour and dinner. Afterwards, it's almost a contest sometimes - how many guys can you fuck in two hours? But you should be sure to take the Flirting classes - guys just don't have a clue how to flirt.

"That's the class my counselor steered me into today. I wanted to take one of the sex techniques classes, but she said that Flirting and Foreplay were prerequisites. 

"Typical guy." She shook her head and smiled. "For gals, sex is about 70% mental. For guys, it seems to be 70% physical, 30% visual. You check your brains at the door, and think with your cock. Take the Flirting class. You need it.

I blushed a little, and tried not to take it as an insult. I came here to grow and to learn. Everyone starts somewhere. 

Beth saw me blush, and backed off. "Sorry. Perhaps that was too direct." She then changed the subject with an offer. "Got plans after dinner? If you're up for it, I'll take you to my favorite lounge and introduce you to some of my friends. One's taking an oral class, and is looking for a normal-sized guy to practice on. 

"Deal." I was feeling very uncertain about the after dinner gangbang. I prepared for it, and I wanted to try. But I wouldn't know anyone, or anything about the unwritten rules of the game. I needed somebody to help me over the hump - to make introductions, show me the ropes. Only later did I learn that one of the lounges really did have the ropes - and the chains, and all matter of other strange devices too.

Chapter 11

Classes

The next few months settled into a kind of routine. Up early, go to the gym and work out for an hour and a half. Shower, shave, head down for breakfast. They gave me a new schedule each day, and I'd just follow the instructions. On a typical day I'd spend about 3 hours in classes and a half hour to an hour of meetings with my counselor, nutritionist, Dr. Phelps, or Buff, the fitness instructor. They tracked my progress in a database, and kept note of all my meetings. They'd plot my progress with a graphing package, so I could see how I was doing on body fat, muscle development, and cock size.

In the afternoon, we'd have a little free time in the late afternoon - take a nap, shower, and shave before dinner. Then show up at happy hour and make an effort to meet new people and practice flirting and conversation skills at dinner. Gangbang until 10, and most folks were asleep by 10:30 because the next day started early.

Every few weeks I'd start a new set of classes, and occasionally I'd take a seminar on some special topic or other. Some classes were boring, but I learned something in every one. Once I asked the counselor why I had to take so many classes. Her answer kind of surprised me.

"We want you to get to a point in your development that's almost magical, really. When you walk into a room, we want the women in the room to notice you right away. More than that, we want you to be sexually distracting - by showing up, they stop thinking about what they were talking about, and they stop listening to the other folks. Instead, they think, for just a moment, about fucking you. We want a subconscious, almost involuntary reaction: My God! I'd like to mount that one!

"Most of them will try to go back to what they were doing, but a few of them will keep being distracted. You should look like a fuck toy to them. They'll notice the bulge in your pants and wonder how big it really is. They'll see the muscles under your shirt and think about your firm body. And if any of them ever get you in bed, they will won't regret it - instead, they'll consider it a big accomplishment and have to tell their girlfriends all about it. And when the girlfriend sees you, they'll know right away that you're the one that fucked their friend and pushed her into an orgasmic frenzy.

"It is elusive, almost magical. We give you an unbelievable body, we teach you how to walk, how to flirt, and how to fuck and make them cum again and again and again. And when we're done, you're a total package. The real deal. Without the classes, you're eye candy. With them, you're an irresistible object of desire, a fuck toy that they must have. You become the stud, they're the mare in heat. They know it. And they want it.

Whew. That sounds so unbelievably hot. So yes, I want a 12" cock. But this is just as important - to be able to get inside a gal's head and awaken her desire with a look and a gesture. And if I have to sit through a few boring classes to get there, so be it.

But some classes were really interesting, when everything was new. Like Bondage I. We only had 8 classes, and in the first class our instructor said we were just "scratching the surface". As she said it, she walked past my desk and stopped, towering over me in her leather boots, black mesh top and body piercings. Then she used her long fingernails to scratch my arm, leaving a long welt down one side, while giving me an evil, "I own you" look. Scratch the surface, indeed.

We talked a lot about the S&M social code - establishing a safe word, and letting the other person safely indulge their fantasy and test your boundaries. We talked about how to give, and how to receive. But she was full of cautions, however. When we were providing professional services, we should never take the inferior position unless we had known the other person very well for an extended period of time - it was just too risky, there are too many really dangerous people out there. Spent several classes learning what a lot of the toys were and what you used them for. Most folks went on to Bondage II, and some took Mind Control I and II as well. Me? Not my thing. Bondage I was enough.

Oral I and II were short on theory, and heavy on practice. It wasn't just about eating pussy, however. We covered nibbling on other things too - ears, toes, nipples, noses to name a few. 

But they also insisted that I learn how to suck a cock. It is hard to teach a girl how to suck my cock properly if I haven't sucked one myself. And it is hard to ask her to deep throat me if I haven't mastered the technique too. So one class in Oral I covered cock sucking, and we practiced by going down on each other. Oral II devoted a class to deep throat, so we did that too.

The next to last class in Oral II, though, was the most bizarre. She talked about how to suck your own cock. You needed to have at least a 9" cock to do it properly, apparently. It had never even crossed my mind that it might be fun to suck myself off. 

We learned that there was a tradeoff. When guys reach about 9", they really are too big to deep throat. The length's not the problem. It's the girth - you just don't fit in her throat any more. The consolation prize: when the women can't deep throat you anymore, you're big enough to suck yourself off.

Then she brought Stu in. Stu was graduating in a couple of weeks, and had starred in several adult films already. He was over 11 1/2", she said, and was expected to reach 12" before his growth stopped. He pulled off his shorts, and revealed the biggest cock I had ever seen.

It is one thing to dream of a 12" cock. It is another thing to see one. I'm not gay - but his dick was mesmerizing. Soft, it hung down 1/3 of the way to his knee. Then he showed us his erection - a massive pole, sticking way out from his body.




Stud Farm



He got up on the table, and lay on his back. Then he pulled his legs into the air, leaned his head forward, and shoved the fat tip of his prick into his mouth. Holding his hips still, he bobbed his head up and down on his prick while he used his hands to massage the shaft and balls. All the while, the teacher pointed out the various things he was doing to achieve maximum penetration. After all this, he showed us the stretching exercises we'd need to be able to stuff as much cock in our mouths as possible - and then finished the class by practicing the stretching exercises.

When I got back to my room, I tried it, and found I could only kiss the tip of my 10" cock and lick the precum from the tip. I guess my back was a little less flexible than most. But I started doing the stretching exercises every day, and within a month my dick had grown another inch, my back was much more flexible, and I looked like the guy in my Oral II class demo.

I needed 10 classes to graduate. I finished with 14:

Nutrition Hygiene Female Psychology Flirting I & II Foreplay I & II Positions I Oral I & II Anal I Sex Toys and Techniques Bondage I Massage I

The classes gave me a good understanding of the mechanics of sex, of course. But probably the biggest difference was the mental approach to sex. I learned not to focus on my orgasm, but hers. I learned how to read verbal and nonverbal cues - when to push forward, when to back off. I learned how to manipulate her orgasm - short and intense, or long and slow.

I also learned how to control myself - what I could do to control my own orgasm, and fuck for hours without getting tired or frustrated. Of course, a bit of surgery helped. But that part came later.

What was the most fun? The after dinner gangbang, no question. We'd make plans during dinner - where to go, what to do first. 

But the plans usually fell apart after 10 minutes or so. I'd start out with kissing and fondling some gal I'd agree to see, and then move in and stick my cock up her cunt. After a couple of minutes, some guy would wave his cock head in front of her nose, so she'd start sucking him while she's fucking me. Or a girl would put her pussy in my face, so I'd turn to lick her, and then pop out of the first girl's cunt. My dick would be free for maybe a minute or so, but then someone else would grab it and start playing with it. I'd never quite know who - I'd be distracted by the pussy in my face.

If I got a short break, sometimes I'd get out of the pile and go grab a couple of bottles of silicone oil on the side of the room. Then I'd go back and start squirting oil on people. Then they start sliding all over each other, massaging each other's tits, cocks, and asses. But when the oil comes out, the anal action starts. Folks start sticking fingers into each other's assholes, opening them up for the next guy that comes along.

In the straight gangbang rooms, guys don't usually fuck each other in the ass. But it happens. In the twisting, writhing mass of arms and legs, it's not always clear that the asshole beckoning to you belongs to a guy or a gal. Like everyone else, I tried to keep my cock out of another guy's ass. But if someone stuffs my poop chute, I've learned not to make a scene, but let him ride me for awhile and then move on to someone else.

It's also considered bad manners to stick your cock in a mouth or cunt if you've been riding someone else's ass. If you want to go back to mouths and cunts, get up, take a break, go to the washroom and clean up. You don't want to make other people sick with your poor hygiene habits.

How many people would I fuck after dinner? Sometimes, it was only one. Sometimes I lost track. And there is an interesting group dynamic that takes place. If you walk in looking for fast paced fun, you might find that one lounge is full of folks breaking off into couples with lots of foreplay and slow fucking. You've got a couple of choices - you can leave and look for a lounge with fast action, or move in on the gal in the corner fingering herself.

As for me, I usually looked for the lonely girl off in the corner first.

One time, I poked in my favorite lounge, and saw a newcomer in the corner. She was nervous and very uncomfortable. So I left my underwear on, and went over to say hello.

"Hi - I'm Bob. I don't think we've met.

"Marsha. Marsha McPherson. Pleased to meet you.", then draws her legs up and crosses her arms.

"Have you been at the Bimbo Factory long?

"Two weeks. Everyone has been telling me that the after dinner gangbang is lots of fun, but I'm just not comfortable taking off all my clothes and fucking any dick that comes along. So I go to my room and feel sorry for myself. My friends insisted that I stay later tonight. So I came down with them, and as soon as we got here, their clothes came off and they started fucking each other. I was horrified, and just about to leave when you came over." She looks me over. "I suppose you want to fuck me too."

"Not necessarily. We don't need to fuck. But you know what I'd love to do? I'd love to give you a massage. Would you like that?

The change in her expression was priceless. With a deep longing in her eyes, she whispered, "Just a massage? I'd like that very much."

So she turned her back on me, pulled off her dress, and lay down on the table, leaving her panties on. I got a bottle of oil, and dribbled it on her back, working it into her skin, softening up her muscles and helping her relax. After a while, she started wiggling her ass, but it was a slight, almost involuntary response.

"I can massage your ass too, but I'll have to take off those panties. Would that be ok? 

"Mmmm... ok.

So I pull down her panties, and start working on her ass too. Back, neck, ass. A finger slides over her cunt lips - no response. Next time my hands get near her pussy, I flick her again. Gradually, I flick her more and more frequently, until I end up nibbling on her neck, her ear, and fingering her clit.

After 5 more minutes, I start to talk dirty in her ear.

"I think you like the way I am playing with your clit.

"Mmmm.... I should ask you to stop - you promised you'd just give me a massage.

"Perhaps so. But I didn't say what I'd massage.

"Mmmm... and it doesn't seem necessary to make you stop either.

"What do you fantasize about?

"Falling in love with the perfect guy and getting married.

"That's a good fantasy. But when that happens, wouldn't it be a great if you were the best lover, the best woman in bed that he could ever hope to meet? That's what they're going to teach you here. To learn that, you need to practice.

By then, I had pulled off my underwear, and was quite hard. So I slipped my cock between her legs, and caressed her clit with the tip of my cock. And I whispered, "you can practice with me if you like. Let me be your sex toy tonight.

She reached down and felt the tip of my oiled, wet cock sliding over her cunt lips and shuddered. Then she rolled over on top of me, grabbed my cock, and started playing with it - rubbing her clit, popping in the head and pulling it out, running her hands over its length. We didn't really fuck, and nothing else was said. She just played with me like I was the dildo in her desk drawer. She took her time - neither of us came. I became her toy, and she explored my cock - every vein, every bit of skin. She licked, she nibbled, she squeezed. 

The bell sounded, indicating it was 9:55, time to get dressed. She reached over and kissed me hard, with ferocious passion. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Thanks. I had a great time. 

"So did I. I'll never forget what you did for me tonight.

"It was nothing. Just a chance to help a friend. Come back tomorrow. 

In trying to be sensitive to a girl feeling very uncomfortable, I found that gangbangs, at their best, aren't as good as impassioned, focused and deliberate attention on one other person. And foreplay, by itself, can be very satisfying.

Chapter 12

Breaking in Newbies

The following night, Marsha McPherson came looking for me at Happy Hour.

"Thanks again for last night. I was hoping to find you here before dinner. You never told me anything about you. How did you get here?

I chuckled. "You know, it's not very often that someone asks me about me. I was a programmer in high tech, and always fantasized about having a big cock. Saw an ad, took some of my stock option money, and came here.

"How long you been here?

"5 months. I have a couple of months to go.

"You're huge already. How big do you want to get?

I paused for a moment. What a change in 24 hours! Last night, this chick was sitting by herself during the gangbang with her clothes on, feeling sorry for herself. Now she's asking about my cock.

"The doctor says I'm about 10" now. My dream was a 12" cock, so I have a couple more months to go on the drug program. The fitness center is working on muscle development, and reducing body fat. My body fat is 12%, and we want to get below 10%. And there's a few more classes to take, the doctor wants to talk to me about some surgery, and my counselor says we should talk about cosmetic procedures.

"What kind of surgery?

"I have no idea. Tell me, after last night, are you a bit more comfortable around here?

"Much, much more comfortable. I saw the doctor today, and we discussed the blood tests they did when I first arrived. Said my sex drive hormones were low, and gave me some pills to boost my sex drive. So I'm feeling a bit more comfortable tonight, and more adventurous as well.

"Sounds like you've made some big progress in 24 hours! What are you going to do now?

"I was hoping I could drag you into one of those semi private rooms, and play with you some more. You up for that?

"Honey - I am sure you'll figure out how to get me up for that.

So I fucked Marsha McPherson that night. We found a corner of in one of the semi-private rooms, but didn't strip right away. Started with kissing and fondling, and the clothes came off slowly, one piece at a time. Once again I grabbed a bottle of oil, and rubbed it all over her; she went back to playing with my cock, but I spent a lot more time in her mouth than I did the previous night.

Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen," she breathed. "I don't know if I can take all of you, but I'm going to try."

"And I'm going to love feeling that hot wet cunt of yours squeezing me," I replied.

With that, she got on top of me, and started guiding me inside. Slowly, carefully, she took my cock. As she suspected, she couldn't handle all of me; I bottomed out with a couple of inches to spare. But it was a hot, tight, wet cunt. And it wanted me desperately. It was the first time I found a woman that was too small for me. Most of the gals at the Bimbo Factory had been stretched by any number of huge cocks, making it possible to accommodate a 10" prick. But newbies that had only fucked normal-sized guys weren't ready for something like me.

It was a long, slow fuck. She came once when she was on top, once with me behind her, and we both came when I climbed on top and took her missionary style. 

About a week later, a meeting with my counselor was put on my schedule, a week before I expected. Barb reserved a half hour with me.

"Bob! She greeted me with a smile. Please sit down. I got an email two days from Marsha McPherson's counselor 2 days ago.

"Oh - I think I met her last week. Is there a problem?

"Problem, no - quite the contrary. The counselor said that Marsha was having trouble fitting in during her first two weeks here. Said you took her aside one night, gave her a massage, and let her play with you without fucking.

"That's true. She was really uncomfortable with the gangbang scene, so I practiced some of the stuff they taught in Flirting and Foreplay. That was as far as we went that night.

"Well, it made all the difference. They adjusted her hormone levels, and your soft and easy approach broke down her inhibitions. Now she's happy and aggressive like she should be. After dinner, she spies some guy she likes, and pulls him aside for a long and slow fuck - just like she did with you. Says she's ready to talk about getting her boobs done now.

"That's great. Neat gal. Glad it is working out for her.

"That's why I called you in. The Bimbo Factory wants to launch a couple of new programs, and see if you'd be willing to participate. The first is the application program - they want escorts who would be available to spend the evening with new applicants, making them feel comfortable, and providing whatever services they may want. You'd go back on the bus with her, and spend the night in her room at the Bimbo Factory if they so desire. But if you go back with her, you can only pay attention to her - you can't go fucking others when you're there.

The other one is the newbie program. We'd like to have a bunch of guys on the lookout for newbies at happy hour and dinner. Newbies will get special color-coded name tags for the first month. If you see one, go over and introduce yourself, and introduce them to your friends. Find out how they're getting on - and if you think it would be a good idea, spend the evening in a semi-private, giving them a massage and only going as far as they're comfortable.

For these programs, we need guys that are good at flirting and foreplay, like you. I know you've been helping out in other Bimbo Factory classes. So you could do this instead of the classes, or do both of them if you feel up for it.

"I think I'd like that. The gangbangs are fun, and I wouldn't want to miss them every night. But I'd be happy to help a few nights a week. Do I need to interview with someone over there?

"In your case, that's not necessary.

"Ok. Tell the Bimbo Factory to put it on my schedule when they want me to escort an applicant, so I'll be on the lookout at Happy Hour.

"Done. Off you go - the Bimbo Factory will be happy for your help. And I still need to see you next week. We need to talk about cosmetic surgery you might want, and get that scheduled.

"See you next week...

Chapter 13

Complications

I was growing steadily. I saw Dr. Phelps once a month. Mary would take my vitals, lube up my cock, and slip it in the vacuum chamber to measure me. 8 1/4", then 9", then 10 1/4". Every time I saw him, he'd say the same thing.

"You're continuing to grow very nicely. Adding about an inch a month, just as expected. I must say, however, that most women will find a penis of your size to be uncomfortable. Gay guys with an active sex life can take someone up to 12" or so, but you said you weren't interested in that.

"No -- not my thing. I like the women -- and leave the boys alone.

"Well, we're at the point where you should consider some additional surgery. Are you having trouble getting a very hard erection and maintaining it?

"I'm glad you mentioned that. As I've grown, I find that my erections are firm, but not as hard as before. I'm also finding it difficult to stay hard for extended periods, in spite of the medications.

"That's pretty normal for guys with exceptionally large penises. I usually recommend some minor surgery to add an additional blood vessel, and install a small blood valve. We use a blood vessel from your leg, the surgery lasts about 45 minutes under general anesthesia. It allows more blood to enter the penis, and results in a very firm erection.

"When you want a hard erection, you push on the blood valve, allowing more blood to flow into your penis. You will stay hard and erect until you push on the valve again, shutting off the additional blood flow. Completely optional for you, but virtually all of my large patients elect to have it done. I must caution you, however. You can't use it for more than 4 hours at a time without risking some damage to your penis. Take a break for half an hour, then have another go if you like.

"How much does it cost?

"The clinic here charges $2800 for the surgery, everything included. Your penis also has a slight curve to the left. We could correct that at the same time for an additional $500. If you want to have it done, you should schedule it soon, before you finish growing. That way the hormones will speed healing and let you recover more quickly. Similar surgery in the States, if you could find someone to do it, would probably run around $10K.

"Is the problem with the semi-firm erections going to continue without the surgery?

"Yes -- and it will probably get worse. The blood vessels that bring blood into your penis for an erection aren't built to handle an organ of your size. They just don't deliver enough blood to make you real hard any more.

"OK -- let's schedule the surgery.

"How about this Friday? You don't have any classes on Friday, and that would give you the weekend to recover. I must tell you, however, that you'll have to abstain from sex for two weeks following the surgery.

"Morning or afternoon? In the morning I am supposed to help out in the Positions I class at the Bimbo Factory.

"No problem. Fulfill your commitment and do the class in the morning; I'll schedule the surgery for 3pm. The limo driver will pick you up at 1:00 to take you to the surgery center. After you get back from the Bimbo Factory, be sure to take a shower, and wash your penis carefully with anti-bacterial soap. They'll prep you, of course, but it's always easier if you're clean. Finally, you need to skip breakfast and lunch that day- nothing but water before the surgery. 

So I went ahead with it. Friday morning, I took my usual dosage of pills and a glass of water, but had nothing else to eat. The bus took me over to the Bimbo Factory in the morning, and I spent my time with the teacher, demonstrating the stuff I had learned in my own Positions I class. She had a very nice slippery cunt and small but firm tits. Back to the Stud Farm for lunch, but I went back to my room and took a long shower instead. The limo driver picked me up at the front desk, and drove 4 miles across town to the outpatient clinic affiliated with the Stud Farm. Changed my clothes, went to the bathroom, and settled down with a magazine.

The anesthesiologist gave me a couple of pills, slipped an IV in my arm, and told me to relax. Count backward from 10 he said. 10-9-8... I don't know if I ever reached zero.

I woke up a bit later, feeling a bit groggy and a little sore, but none the worse for wear. The surgeon came by, and thankfully, his English was perfect.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Franklin?

"A bit groggy, I guess. But otherwise ok.

"The surgery went just fine. You're a pretty big guy, aren't you? We pulled a blood vessel from your leg, and that's why there's a bandage on your left leg. It will be sore for a few weeks, but there are two other blood vessels in your leg that will expand a bit to make up for the one you're missing. I slipped the new vessel underneath the Buck's Fascia at the base of your penis, and stitched it into the main dorsal artery about halfway up the shaft. Then I ran it on the right side of your groin into the femoral artery, and put in the blood valve. It's located on the right side, under this bandage.

"We also wanted to correct a slight curvature to the right. I tracked that down to the right suspensory ligament; it was a bit tighter than the one on the left. So I detached it, and reattached it a little lower, giving you about ½" more room. When you heal, you'll find that you're a bit longer than before, but it won't be very noticeable to anyone but yourself.

"You'll have some pain over the next 24 hours, so I've given you a prescription for that. Because the suspensory ligament needs time to heal, I want you to avoid any sex for 2 weeks, and no strenuous sex for at least a month. Be gentle! If you do something and you feel a twinge of pain, stop.