Major Pump Part 3!

Here it is! Sorry for the delay. I'm unblocked. As always, if I'm struggling, I don't just write any old rubbish. Sometime I have to wait for good ideas to keep the quality up. 

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The pump-bulb vanished inside A.P’s massive paw. The giant clenched it.

There was the sound of a puff of air evacuating the clear chamber, and then Maggot’s twelve-inch dick became a thirteen-inch shaft. His meat bloating in the tube, Maggot looked down with pride.

‘Yeeeeahh!’

Major Pump grinned. ‘Not so small now are we Maggot?’

‘Yeaah!’ Maggot shouted. He pumped his chest with his fist, ‘We are gonna do some shit here with this thing, you wait!’

Pump glanced at A.P. ‘Again.’

A.P obeyed. Another vacuum-puff of air and Maggot’s cock inflated. The thing still stuck inside the stacked whore’s monumental fuck pillows showed how the bottom half of the shaft was beginning to press flush against the clear tube. His dick spread further up another inch in the enhancement paraphernalia.

‘Fuck yeah!’ Maggot bragged, ‘I’m fucking turning into a fucking giant here!’

Major Pump looked down at the sizeable dong that was bloating inside the plastic chamber and shifted her torso a little, humping the tube between her enormous, round, tanned monster globes. Then she batted her eyelashes at A.P.

‘Again.’

A.P’s face was unreadable. He was like an obsidian servitor impassive next to Maggot’s increased histrionics. It was impossible to tell what was on his mind as he once again pumped the cock-extender, squeezing the bulb so that Maggot’s flesh club once more slid up the tube it was confined in. There was an audible squeak of precum against plastic as the meat-pipe squished against the clear plastic as it sprouted once more, thick veins now engorged, heavy tissues inflated.

‘Fuck,’ Maggot almost grimaced this time at the tightness clasped at his now ragingly hard member trapped inside the device. His eyes met Pump’s.

‘See Maggot,’ Major Pump said, her lips curling up imperiously, ‘size is a pre-requisite of the S.T.U.D academy. Personally I like to see my recruits hit a good foot and a half.’

She tipped A.P. the nod. A.P. did as he was asked.

‘Sheeeeeiiiit…!!’ Maggot drawled. It was beginning to look more and more of a challenge. In front of him, the long tube riding between Major Pump’s humping chest cantaloupes, the round shape of his crown was now perfectly shiny, smooth, and completely red, inflated like a party balloon, the domed head inching upwards towards the end of the cylinder. Inexorably, it drew up against one of the lines of measurement on the exterior.

‘Sixteen,’ said Pump, eyes gazing at Maggot, ‘well done Maggot, perhaps you’re not so useless after all.’

‘I’m fucking HUGE!’ Maggot crowed, biting back at the megaboobed fitness hardbody, ‘you’re going to look like a lolly on a stick, bitch!’

Maggot flexed his pc muscle, the stud leering combatively at the tattooed slut, the jacking action lifting the tube-sheathed penis out of her stunning titflesh so that it smacked against his pecs, and then levered it back the other way so that it smacked flat between Major Pump’s jugs.

‘Again,’ Pump said.

A.P. complied. As more air was extracted, Maggot’s monolithic meatstick surged another inch up the cock-pipe. Massively distorted, there was another squeak of plastic as his shiny cocktip surpassed the seventeen inches mark.

‘S…Seventeen…’ Maggot said. His head was beginning to feel a little light, ‘it’s gonna core you out, whore…’

‘Again.’

Pump. Puff. Squelch.

‘Nghgghhhghh…’

‘Well look at that,’ Pump said, a tinge of satisfaction in her voice, ‘you’ve doubled in size. Eighteen inches, Maggot. Maybe we should get you another nickname.’

Maggot’s dick was clearly impossibly, painfully erect and distended at this point. To him it felt like an iron bar, all sensation dull and muted as it grew inside the tube. Thick veins were flattened out and splayed against the tube and most of the meat now was flush against the plastic so that little of detail could be discerned. But inches remained at the end of the container, even as the bulging club of meat throbbed inside it.

‘Again.’

Pump. Puff. Squelch.

‘Fuck!’

‘Again.’

Pump. Puff. Squelch.

‘Fuck you, whore!’

‘Again.’

Pump. Puff. Squelch.

‘Nghghghh…’

‘Again.’

Pump. Puff. Squelch.

‘My god, what are you doing – ‘

‘Again.’

Pump. Puff. Squelch.

‘Again.’

Pump. Puff. Squelch.

Thump.

‘What the fuck…?’ Maggot asked dazedly. Major Pump pulled away from him, her gleaming stacked bombshell body a couple of feet to his side. She surveyed the cock pump professionally.

‘You’re looking pretty solid here stud.’

Pump tapped the cylinder with her nail a couple of times, experimentally. It did not resound hollowly. Maggot looked down. His dick was jutting horizontally in front of him, every molecule of bloated flesh fitted flush and tightly against the tube. The apparatus looked like fat cylindrical sausage, his fat veins squished down every side of it. At the top, the beefy head was crammed into the end.

‘Congratulations Maggot,’ Major Pump said. ‘You are the proud owner of a twenty-inch penis. I pumped your cock up eight inches. Aren’t you pleased?’

Maybe it was all the blood that had been drawn from various parts of his body and trapped in his penis, but Maggot suddenly wasn’t feeling so good. Exsanguinated to exhaustion, his swimming vision took in only the rigid shape of his cock as it weaved upwards in front of him, and the vision of Major Pump next to him, her colossal tits heaving.

‘Go big or go home, gentleman,’ said Pump, addressing the group. ‘When the going gets tough, the tough get growing.’

Maggot applied one hand, then two, to the plastic clad appendage that projected out of his groin. The tumescence of his penis made it impossible to make it budge a millimetre. His gigantic twenty inch phallus was completely lodged within the tube.

‘A.P,’ Pump said.

The giant turned.

‘Again.’

For the first time, Maggot and A.P. locked eyes. Grinning, Pump caught the fluctuation in Maggot’s expression as he looked up at the alpha stud in a wild surmise. He moved his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. A.P. remained resolutely impassive. He gave nothing away.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump.

A.P’s meaty hand just cranked the pump methodically, one a second. Maggot’s eyes started to roll around like windmills in a hurricane as the pressure, impossibly, increased.

‘My fucking dick!’ roared Maggot.

The thing in front of him was now bucking up and down as the crescent of studs looking on started to realise that this was most definitely no longer for show. Something was going to have to give sooner or later. The question was, what?

‘Pump, pump, pump!’ Major Pump was exhorting, as A.P. kept a rhythm going now, the plastic shell of the cock pump squeaking and groaning as Maggot’s dick kept impossibly inflating against its constrictive confines.

Maggot caught Pump’s eye. ‘Fuck –‘ he said pleadingly.

‘Only way out is through, Maggot!’ Pump said, thrusting out her chest and pumping her tits so that they flexed up at him, twerking them on her chest, ‘work it out! Get your pump on!’

Suddenly there was a POP sound as the bloated tip of Maggot’s monstercock punched clean through the top of the chamber, the rounded piece of plastic succumbing to the pressure and shooting clear across the gym where it lodged in the far wall. Out of the aperture Maggot’s huge, domed cocktip emerged, thick gouts of precum roping out of it like a leaky pipe, spewing onto the floor in a pitter-patter spray, as with a final creak the whole apparatus gave way. A CRACK! sound came swiftly after the cock pump’s tip popped off, and the tube came away from the newly-minted behemoth penis. The broken tube, connected to the flexible pipe, dangled in A.P.’s hand.

‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCK!’

Maggot’s immense schlong, unsheathed from the cock pump, reared up in front of him. It was turgid beyond belief, the veins standing out all over the smooth, glistening surface sticking out like electrical flexes. The twenty inch monster prong stood upright, impossibly hard, so that for a few seconds Maggot was almost staring directly as the bulbous head weaved upwards about a foot from his face like an enormous rearing viper, and then the muscular stud relented totally to the moment.

Fixing both hands around the monstrous, tumescent dong, Maggot started to jack his lengthy organ with all the vigour of choking an unfaithful wife. Lost the to animal compulsion to beat off, he wasn’t conscious of his immediate surrounding, even Major Pump’s awesome stacked bimbo form a haze to his side as he ruthlessly and manically stroked his hard schlong. Everyone watched him as he frenziedly jacked his cock twofistedly.

‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!’

Maggot surveyed him for a few moments, looking deliberately at Maggot and then the array of studs who were all wordlessly spectating on the display. She raised an eyebrow to them demonstratively.

‘Alright alright alright –‘ Pump suddenly said dismissively, slapping Maggot’s hands away from his cock. The thing stood out from his groin barrelling straight outwards, almost vibrating with hardness.

Pump flicked the head with the tip of her index finger.

That’s all it took.

Beams of sperm shot out of Maggot’s cock and splattered the gymnasium floor from where he was standing to about twelve feet away. First a dozen of them, then twenty, then thirty, then perhaps as many as forty. His huge cock became a cum cannon that hosed hot, thick, fat ropes of gooey cum in a relentless barrage that fanned out all over in front of him. His jaw was slack, then clenched, then slack, then clenched, as he exploded, falling quickly back to using both hands on his convulsive fuckpiece to wring himself out, shuddering, sweat dripping down his brow, beaded all over his body as a permanent avalanche of spunk sprayed out from his distended fuckpiece.

Soon the patterning of the spewing jets as they contacted the floor was less as series of impact splatters but a creamy pool that carpeted the polished floor in front of him, a gleaming pool reflected in the lights above.

‘Get a load of that guy,’ Major Pump laughed.

Maggot finally released his tortured cock, spent, and his hands hung at his sides. From two or three fingers on each of his hands, tendrils of cum dripped steadily. His dick, pulsing, throbbing dangerously, but undeniably sagging, started to soften off and decline towards the floor. As the tip dropped downwards, beneath his knees, an oozing drip of spunk dribbled in a lace to contact against the floor and connect him to it in an unbroken rope.

‘And there we have it,’ Major Pump said, ‘One S.T.U.D supersoldier…’

Then Maggot teetered forwards, toppled, and without the will or ability to extend his arms to even try to break his fall, crashed head first onto the gymnasium floor into the pool of cum. His face fell with a splat into the oozing pool, and cracks in the varnish of the wooden floor spread out from the source of the impact.

‘…Down.’

The door behind the array of studs opened once more, and this time two slut nurses, both bimbo sluts with bombshell bodies, lewdly made up wearing indecent PVC bustiers, tight latex skirts that showed their dripping snatches, hot tattoos and massive tits projecting out of their waspish chests, all of their clothing emblazoned with medical X’s strode into the gym.

‘Garbage disposal, ladies,’ Pump said, as both nurse whores strutted to Maggot’s prone form, took a leg each, and dragged him back to where they had come from, a snail’s trail of spent cum sliming in his wake.

When the door closed behind the nurses, Major Pump stood in front of the group of awestruck men. The power dynamic had definitely changed.

‘I know what you’re thinking guys,’ Pump said, but appearances can be deceptive, ‘I promise I’m nice once you get to know me. Real nice.’ She soothed her hands around her monster tits, outlining the contours of her giant jugs.

‘That was just to show I’m not fucking around, gentlemen. So the question is: who wants in?’