Cloppy bits and pieces

“Fuck. Can't you at least wait until I'm done?”

Rainbow Blitz was talking to the rapidly inflating slab of meat stretching down the leg of his exercise pants. It replied by fattening even more and stretching down towards his knee. Blitz could only groan and clench his fists as his cock grew ever-thicker and longer. He liked these pants, they were loose-fitting and made long, full strides very easy – when he was soft, anyway. And he usually was, but today he hadn't taken care of his morning wood, deciding that a few extra minutes down at the track would be time better spent. Less than an hour later, he was regretting that decision.

“Hngh...fffugh...”

Blitz grit his teeth as he came to a stop, leaning against a light fixture beside the track. He wasn't tired, but if he carried on the rubbing of his fat dick against his pants would make him blow his load whether he wanted to or not. So, seeing no other way to calm himself down, he gave himself a breather and hoped he'd get at least a little softer.

He looked up, watching a few other regulars jog past, too fixated on keeping a steady pace to give him little more than a glance out of the corner of their eye. Apart from one mare, a newcomer, Blitz reckoned, who slowed from a quick jog to practically walking pace as she passed by him. She kept walking absentmindedly, swinging her arms a little to keep some semblance of rhythm, but her eyes were fixated on Blitz's swollen shaft, the bulbous head resting against his knee. He glared at her, sighing noisily.

“Yeah, I've got a big dick. You got a problem with that?”

Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She seemed to be fishing for something to say, but settled with “sorry!” and bounded away.

Blitz would have laughed out loud from the lunacy of the exchange, but he was far too preoccupied with more pressing matters. Matters that were, by now, pressing against his shin.

“Shit. I gotta get out of the open before I make a real fuckin' scene.”

Blitz looked over his shoulder at the changing rooms. They were only a hundred yards or so away, but as he set off, it felt like a lot more. Initially stepping off at a slow jog, he had to slow himself down a little as even at that pace the friction was just too much.

Ugh... gotta be careful. Real careful.

He felt the weight of his overfilled balls pressing against his thighs. If they weren't so tightly packed into his clothes he was certain that they'd be swinging around and thwacking against his legs. There were stares from both genders as he shuffled along beside the track, runners drifting out of lanes as they couldn't help but stare at his monstrous erection.

By the time he'd reached the changing rooms he was waddling, his huge, swollen nuts almost down to his knees, brimming with hot, roiling seed, aching to be emptied. Thankfully the room was empty, Blitz really couldn't afford to take his time dealing with more ogling strangers. His entire length was shuddering, convulsing with need, so desperate to blast thick, fat ropes of jizz as soon as possible.

“Fuck... oh, fuck, I gotta cum so fucking bad.”

Concentrating hard on keeping his jizz inside his nuts, Blitz didn't spot the brown pegasus tucked away in a corner of the room, towelling himself off and sipping from his water bottle. He'd almost made it across to the showers (he deemed it too risky to waste time squeezing himself into the little toilet cubicles all the way down the corridor) when he heard a voice behind him.

“Aw, has little Blitzy had an accident?”

He turned, scowling, towards the voice.

“Go fuck yourself, Dumb Bell.”

Dumb Bell was about to retort, his mouth opening, but the words caught in his throat. His gaze was drawn inexorably downward towards the long, wide shaft straining against Blitz's pants. So long and wide, in fact, that it was starting to look like a third leg. The color drained from his face. He was thankful that the room wasn't well lit, otherwise he was sure that Blitz would have seen the erection tenting his own pants.

“Oh? Got nothing else to say? Cock got your tongue?”

Dumb Bell's cheeks reddened as he pushed his knees together, trying to hide his raging boner.

“Asshole.”

Blitz just rolled his eyes and turned away. Dumb Bell's eyes followed Blitz's rear out of the room, his ample bubble butt filling out his pants almost as nicely as his humongous cock did.

Blitz would never say it to his face, but Dumb Bell was pretty hot. His cutie mark was a dumb bell, and boy, didn't it show. He was ripped.

Dammit, this isn't helping.

Blitz tried to clear his mind as he staggered the last few steps to the shower room door, then almost fell through it, trying to keep his knee from bending and sending another bolt of pleasure along his throbbing length.

“Finally. Now...”

Someone less-endowed could simply pull down the waistband of their pants and have quick, easy access to their little friend. But Blitz didn't have that luxury. He bent forward, pulling his pants all the way down. As the tip of his dick cleared the waistband it sprang up, flicking pre everywhere.

As Blitz had suspected, his expanded nuts had long outgrown his underwear, digging into the soft abundance of flesh at his crotch. He pulled them off and down to his thighs, now finally having unrestricted access to all of his goods. His dick was a sight to behold, it stretched out almost two feet in front of him, angled slightly downward from its sheer weight. It throbbed and shuddered in the cool air.

Blitz wrapped both hands around it, feeling its warmth heat up his palms. Almost immediately, it throbbed harder, and half a cupful of pre oozed out of the tip, splashing against the floor.

“I know, big guy. I want this as much as you.”

Blitz didn't talk to his penis very often, but sometimes it really did feel alive in his grip. He could feel it gently pulsating, emanating warmth, responding to his touch.

He started gently double-fisting as much of the thick shaft as he could reach, the sensation was electric. Erotogenic nerve endings all along its length thrummed with pleasure, Blitz slowly massaging his member as if it were the limb of a lover.

He stuck his hand into the fountain of pre now flowing from his broad head, and lathered it along his pillar of meat. Oh, yeah – now he could start pumping.

And he did. Back and forth, faster and faster, his heart beat raising and his breathing speeding up.

“Oh yes, yeeees... mm...”

He sighed and groaned as the pleasure doubled. His dick raised a few more inches as his pace quickened. He could feel a pressure building all along its length, could feel his balls churning, waiting for the moment they could unload their contents.

“Fuck! Yes! So fucking gooood!”

He started squeezing harder, his hands milking his cock in long, hard motions. He could feel it; he was getting very close.

“Oh gods, ohh shit, here we go, fuuuck!”

Blitz cried out in ecstasy as his balls clenched hard, sending a fat blast of spooge rocketing out of his dick. The rope of thick, hot jism easily made it to the wall ten feet away and splattered noisily, the sound almost echoing around the tiled room.

“Ngh, gah!”

A second rope, even larger than the first, blasted out of his slit and coated the same spot on the wall, rolling down and pooling on the floor. Blitz could only puff and pant as his beast of a cock heaved, shooting out blast after blast of white, sticky jizz. His balls seemed able to offer a limitless supply, clenching, un-clenching, and clenching again and again, pushing out impossible quantities of spunk.

By now, Blitz was practically wailing, lost in incredible feeling of his enormous balls sending buckets of jizz up and out of his rock-hard dick, splashing, splattering, showering the wall, the blue paint disappearing beneath a coat of white being applied in liberal spurts.

Slowly but surely, the ropes weakened, and Blitz's shaft flagged. One final lurch sent a dollop of cream splurting against the tiles beneath his feet.

Basking in the afterglow, Rainbow Blitz could only feel proud as he laid eyes upon the white tapestry stretching out in front of him.