The Symbiote Snake

Growing Pains (Chapter 1)

Wilmon, a 6'5" lion, and his boyfriend Anton, a 6' wolf, stared into the eyes of each other as they pulled up the other sweaty gym shirts. They were still wearing their skin-tight sweatpants, but they were too focused on the upper halves of their bodies to care. Both men slid the other's covering off like they were opening a present, the best present they could ever ask for. Once the coverings were out of the way, both men took a quick glance at the other's fit body before charging their mouths into the others' like a magnet. Their tongues rubbed together almost as hard as their shirtless bodies, their hands gripping and pulling at the other like the out of control animals they were. Their bulges were forced into the other, yet forced out at the same time. It wasn't long before their waste was pushed apart, thanks to their growing tree trunks.


The passion between the two masculine mating creatures was so intense that Wilmon didn't notice the painful cramps in his crotch. His testicles and shaft were filled with more than blood and love. The muscles operating his mating machine twitched as his body tried to fight the invasion of something they've never felt before. When Wilmon finally felt it, he first thought it was just his body preparing to turn Anton's colin into jello. Wilmon welcomed these testicular cramps and thought that he was about to fire off the biggest rocket of seed he's ever brewed in his balls.


The pains got bigger, and Wilmon felt like a lovemaking monster. This pride continued until his testicles started to expand and compress as if they were inhaling and exhaling. Wilmon felt like he had a second pair of lungs in his pants... and didn't know what was going on. Even his most explosive cum dumps didn't feel like this. Wilmon stopped loving his mate and took a small step back.


"What's wrong," Anton asked. Wilmon gripped his balls and felt the slight movement of his balls in his hands. His palms felt the scrotum rising and falling just enough for him to feel it.


"I think my balls are breathing," He told Anton as they both looked down at his sweatpants. Anton saw the slight twitching of his boyfriend's testicles and grinned. Anton was extremely turned on at the site of the bulge moving on its own, not knowing how painful the experience was for Wilmon. Anton reached out and squeezed the breathing balls like a doorknob. He gripped down on the bulge and felt the inhale and exhale of the bulge for himself.


"You get hotter every day," Anton said blushing. His face had as much blood as his rising cock.


"What's going on?" Wilmon rubbed his bulge trying to calm the nerves in his scrotum. This proved to be useless as the breathing got harder. The bump in his sweatpants now looked like a heartbeat. The seamen inside his cum bags sloshed around as the balls pulsed up and down with such intensity that it looked like someone's finger was moving back and forth inside his pants. Anton stood there watching.


The pain of the cramping between his legs was too much for Wilmon to deal with now. The balls weren't just pulsing now... they were expanding. Whatever invaded his sex organs was producing its own liquid seed at a rate of 2 tbsps a second. The expanding balls filled to the top with new, fresh, hot cum. He slowly approached the bed next to him, trying to move in a way that wouldn't make the throbbing hurt more than it did. He laid down on the bed and opened his legs, allowing the expanding balls to inflate onto the bed. He wanted to take his pants off, but the stretchable fabric of the sweat pants expanded with his seed brewing. His balls were bouncing up and down on their own like a basketball. The invading thing in his balls kept the new milk flowing as much as possible. Wilmon felt like he was carrying a kicking pack of cubs in his balls.


Anton laid down next to Wilmon and his dancing bulge that wouldn't stop growing. Wilmon moaned, feeling like his balls were being jerked around by an angry bob. Anton tried to comfort his mate. He pulled his body next to Wilmon's and rubbed his hand around the throbbing, breathing, bulge. He caressed the moving lump in Wilmon's pants as if he were taming a savage beast. Wilmon Just kept his legs open and breathed.


While Wilmon's balls were filling up with pints and pints of new milk, his cock started to grow too. The length grew outwards as if a snake were leaving his body. The head of his cock crawled up the hill of his fat, cream-filled balls and down his sweatpants. If the internal explosion of cum wasn't painful enough, now his stretching shaft was adding stress to the veins around the meat as they expanded to supply blood to the multiplying length. His cock was still mostly soft, but it was long enough to spew seed into a hole on the other end of a pipe.


His sweatpants did their best to stay together. Wilmon could feel the fabric fighting his transformation. The pants tried to conceal the bouncing seamen, but the stretching cock was too much. As his cock slid down the bouncing hump of his balls, the pants started tearing seam by seam. Anton watched the creature tear Wilmon's pants as it expanded out of his body and hunted for a hole to destroy. When his meaty noodle stretched down to the top of the mountain of seed, the pants finally surrendered. The last seam down the length of the shaft tore open and Wilmon's wild animal was finally in the wild. His testicles shook off any remaining fabric.


Wilmon's balls now held so much seed that he could donate sperm to an entire herd of bulls and still have enough to breed a pack of wolves with his pre alone. His balls were bigger than his head and made of nothing but slimy milk. His cock was so long and wide that it could replace a broken pipe.