Chapter 1 - The First Step is a Drop

                 In a humdrum town, with a humdrum name, next to the humdrum city. Bustling with its noxious fumes and angry people, which could be heard all the way in Slim Dim's humdrum suburbs. The young lad, young being relative to his own relatives and neighbors, sat dreary and bored. There was no excitement for the young adult of 21. He was much to frail and diminutive for physical activity, so a bright, breezy spring evening was no invitation to soak it in. While video games were always a treat, Slim Dim had already beaten his own collection numerous times, and online play was always too competitive for his liking. There was nothing good to watch on any streaming service,  in his bluray collection, or on the television (if there ever was to begin with.) Much to his namesake, Slim Dim, was very Dim, so picking up a book was straight out of the question.

He acquired his name in high school, Dim, from the jocks and preps ridiculing him for his low intelligence (though they themselves were not much smarter,) and Slim, from his family, for he was the youngest and smallest out of the litter of five other brothers, all naturally endowed with Adonis-like features. Slim Dim's real name is Daniel Kragshovic, 5’2 (152 cm), 104 lbs (roughly 47kg), long black wild hair that reaches his boney shoulders and covering his dull brown eyes. Daniel is known by what little friends he has as Danny, though some still call Danny by his cruel nickname. posture, slumped, his feet always point towards his center, and his mannerisms imply that he would rather have all his limbs implode into his body rather than be seen publicly. Danny prefers to wear dark, or just black, graphic long sleeves, typically a logo for a band he has never heard of. Very, very baggy jeans, and a heavily washed out solid black baseball cap, the color of which, fading into a muddy brown from the sun bathing it as Danny walks with his head hung low. 

Danny still lives with his parent’s, while his brothers have all since moved out into dorm rooms, apartments, or houses of there own. Danny has no prospects, no interest in furthering his education, and no passion to blossom into a career. Danny’s only saving grace is that he can pay his parents rent with his 9 to 5 that pay a modest, below average, ‘living wage.’ Whatever money Danny had left over went into games, movies, booze, and pornography. Yes, Danny has a crippling masturbation addiction, one that Danny is much to anxious to seek help for. In a box, locked and stored under his bed, is a wide assortment of masturbators, fleshlights, onaholes, and variously shaped sex type things. His favorite as of late has been a gapping wide toy in the shape of a yawning anus. The sad thing is, Danny’s penis is a modest 4 in (10 cm), and unfortunately, is what most would call ‘pencil thin.’ Danny can no more feel all four sides of the toy’s walls any more than he could walk the four corners of the world, and he liked that.

Danny had been acquiring a masochistic sense of pleasure for humiliating himself, largely in private. The very thought of Danny trying to please a women, or anyone with his miniscule penis, fueled him with such a thrill that he that nothing else could. After the cold fact of orgasm, no matter how guilty and disgusted he feels with himself, he routinely returned for more hedonistic personal embarrassment. Danny, seeking a harder hit, found himself occasionally browsing forums and image boards, where he posted pictures of his tiny dick and have strangers insult and bully him. The intense release of endorphins that rushed through Danny, reading the scolding words and getting off on his own inadequacies, felt divine to Danny. One day, a stranger requested to DM him for a more intimate roasting. Danny, lost in a delirious haze of hormones, agreed, and found himself on the servicing end of a slew of demeaning and raunchy picture requests, each after the next demanding Danny into more and more compromising poses. Few, requesting him to spread his modest butt cheeks and show off his tight anus. Enthusiastic to keep this game going, Danny agreed to a video call, only to look on in horror that his company for the night was a massive, burly man. Thick body hair coating his body like a fuzzy rug across his firm and supple pectorals and shapely, well rounded pot belly. The man must’ve been over 6’ (+184 cm) and weighed 300 lbs (+140 kg) of raw muscle and a layer of plush fat. 

Danny thinks he could see body piercings and jewelry as well, but what truly shocked him the most was the monstrous  8 ½ in (23 cm) hairy cock, veins popping freely under his tight grip of his colossal hand, seminal fluid dewing from the flared tip. Danny immediately hanging up and blocking the user. He felt he had crossed into dangerous territory. Never had Danny even considered a male mate, and the newly implanted notion of its potential, unnerved and worried Danny. It was not like him to question his own nature, right there in the heat of a lust burning too hot, Danny spent his load at the very sight and thought of an older, more dominant male presence ordering him around and presenting his fat, glistening cock to Danny. 

If Danny had a masturbation problem, it was hard tell as of recently. Danny sits in his room, hemming and hawing, bored, wondering upon near countless possible ways to spend his free time, when finally he notices his primal urge for satisfaction. Danny had avoided masturbation, largely because it stopped being pleasurable. Non of his toys scratched that desperate itch, not even his favorite masturbator could elate him anymore. Danny couldn’t bring himself to explore the internet for his more recent interest either, as the event with the old bear had shaken what little faith Danny had left in himself. He had never questioned his sexuality, and from the verbal abuse school life had dealt him, Danny was too scared to. Danny could not even bring himself to question the pleasure the sight of a grown man's Johnson gave to him, a pleasure he would not bring himself to admit was there, out loud or otherwise. Even still, far back in his scared, confused and frustrated mind, Danny was writhing in pleasure at the memory, the sensation of, what he could only rationalize as, being ‘desirable.’ 

The hungry expression and the wanton need of that man’s erection, there could be no mistaking it. Danny was tantalizing to the old bear, and he wanted far more than what Danny could’ve given him at the time, Even if Danny hadn’t abruptly ended the video chat. Danny had not bothered trying to touch himself for several months. Having turned 21 six months back, Danny has been able to procure his own beer and alcohol. Whenever Danny feels his need for release is too much, he simply drowns the need down with gin and juice, his preferred drink of choice. This night would fair no differently than another. Opting to skip the juice and go straight for the gin, Danny was feeling more anguished than he had been already. He started with a shot, then, he had another, and another, and then another. The drinking went well into the night and Danny began to neglect the shot glass entirely as he simple drank from the bottle. He receives a ping from his online friend server, the only one unaware of Danny’s humiliating nickname, offering to start a play session in a very casual game. Danny rejoices, finally something to really do, and with platonic company none the less. Danny joins the server and begins his trade of banter and laughs with a good friend, drunk off his gourd. Though, Danny wasn’t the only one enjoying himself, his online chum was also partying with a bottle of wine.


The bright faced duo played till morning, both finishing their own respective beverages and seemed as though the night was finally winding down to make way for a new dawn, when Danny’s friend mentioned something bothersome.
“I heard from Jackal that you had a pretty funny nickname. Slim Dim, or something like that.”
It was the absolute last thing Danny wanted to think about, what a cruel twist to end a pleasant night. Before Danny could prepare a quip, his friend continued, “I’ve heard ‘needle dick‘ and ‘chode’ before, but Slim Dim? Wow, how small could it be?”

There was a twitch and a tingle. Something stirred in Danny, something not to bad.
“Oh, he’s just teasing, I’m a good size. Honest.” There was a sample of satisfaction in saying that, not that he could convince his friend that he’s under selling how grand his penis was, but he was excited to lie about how pathetically small it is.
“Haha, yeah ,man, I believe it. But, damn dude, I scared my last date away with the size of mine. Honestly, farthest I’ve gotten with a girl in a while. I’ve never seen a chick dip because she couldn’t handle a tip.”
How big could it be, Danny thought, before shaking his head and reorganizing his thoughts. “I’m sorry to hear that man.”
“Ay, it’s alright. Plenty of fish, an shit. Still, better to be hung like a horse than be a baby dicked loser. Like seriously man, that shit would the worst. I think I'd just say, fuck it, and go trans. It’s basically a clit at that point, you know what I’m saying?”
It took Danny a second to focus on what he should say, he was far more interested in his friends train of thought. Danny’s cocklette pitching a hardly noticeable tent in his pants. that's alright, because Danny’s pal didn’t mind driving the conversation for a bit.

“Like, dude, you can’t call yourself a man and have a dick smaller than your thumb.” Danny had to stop himself from comparing his thumb to his dick. “I feel sorry for those guys. They gotta live life like that an they ain’t got no control of that shit either.” ‘no control,’ it almost sounds good hearing that. “Me though? Yeah, some girls can’t handle it, but the ones that do are some real freaks! Just go to town on that shit.” The longer he talked, the more Danny listened. Has their voice always been so deep. His voice is ringing in Danny’s ears with a soothing rumbling feeling. “But what are ya gonna do with that lil thing, bro? It’s just useless.” 

That did it, Danny was at his end and felt pathetic. Creaming in his underwear, Danny came hands free, to the sound of his friends voice. Silently sitting there, the semen seeping through the denim as he relished the way his online friend just said his worthless, baby dick was ‘useless.’ Basking in that afterglow, wordless, like sparks. The kind of release he hasn’t been able to achieve for months was given to him in just under a minute. It was surreal to feel this heaven, drunk and high on bliss. No thoughts, just the burn of satisfaction fading enjoyably from his body, as he hung limp and motionless in his chair.

“Ah shit, bro, I gotta go. I need to pick my sister up from the airport in like 5 hours. I should sleep this shit off at least, thanks for gaming with me, man. Night-er-morning I guess. Seeya!”
The online friend was the one to end the call, unaware of the mess he left his distant pal in. Danny finds a way to summon the strength to crawl his way back into bed and passes out from his inebriation and fatigue. 

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The night passes, and with it a vivid dream
plays in Danny’s head. The bear presenting himself to the meek boy waving dick around over him. A tower of a man that dwarfs the timid little faggot below. Like an echo, Danny’s friend’s voice can be heard. 
“CLIT"
“NO CONTROL"
“USELESS"
Hypnotic were the words and the sway of the bear cock sent Danny straight into a trance. The giggling of beautiful women all around. They’re laughing at him and his tiny penis. He could only kneel there and look up, his body heavier than lead, drool dripping off of his chin. Danny’s erection so hard and throbbing, drooling it’s own goop, begging for another dose of hard, cruel reality. The harsh truth that his cock was really an ugly clit. That he had no control nor deserved it. The harsh truth that he was a useless cock worshipping queer. 

The warmth of any manhood that was actually inside of Danny spilled out through his penis, shrinking slightly with ever ounce of delightful testosterone leaving him and contributing to the gorgeous hunk hanging above him. As Danny shrank smaller the bear grew larger, and larger, veinier and hairy. The scent of a real mam smelt so… so…

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                    Danny woke up startled in a pool of his own sweat and jizz, still damp from his drunken wet dream. Groggy and disoriented, Danny tried to make sense of the scene paint all over his pants. He tried, at least, until he remembered he had work at noon and it was already 15 till. Danny is going to be late for work… again. The 5th time in a row. It wont be long now until they just let him go. Danny works in fast food as a janitor. Making sure every thing is clean, including himself. Unfortunately for Danny, he has no time for a shower. Danny throws his uniform on, quickly hops on his bike and proceeds to blaze down the street for about a mile until reaching his destination, huffing and groaning. Completely out of breath,  Danny has managed to make himself even sweatier than before, but he at least managed to get there a minute before noon. With hardly a minute to spare, he rushes in and is met with the stern stare of his boss, who takes one whiff and dismisses him to clean himself in the restroom. Thoroughly embarrassed, Danny clocks in and does as he’s told.
“and while you’re in there, GIVE THE RESTROOM A GOOD SCRUB!” His boss shouted after him.

Danny, mop in hand, armpits and face rigorously washed with hand soap, soaks up the filthy restroom,  with finally a moment to contemplate he's feelings. Despite how hard he scrubbed, how shiny the sink got, or how de-grimed the toilet became, Danny still couldn’t understand what was happening to him. Maybe it was time to accept the truth that he was gay and that was fine. The simple truth that he is attracted to really big cocks and deep voiced men with their hairy bodies. It was a little hard to take it all in. A lot of straight men were into humiliation and stuff like that, but why does he now suddenly find out how hot his boss was.

Slipping on the soapy floor of the women’s resting, Danny was left reeling from the shock, not from the impact of the fall but from the thought that ran through his head. How could he think that scruffy, pigged face, greasy, mountain of shit was hot. With arms as furry as a rug, and legs four times the thickness of Danny’s own. Not to mention that disgusting big ass bulge he’s always throwing around. Danny’s swears, he can smell the mans foul musk over his heavy cologne. His clothes barely fit, if the boss exhales to hard his hefty fat rolls may just bust out of his shirt and Danny will finally get to see those flabby man tits and sweaty meaty nipples. Maybe he’ll twist them around for Danny, give a show and build his own arousal up so that boar cock of his can burst free of those stuffy dress pants of his just like his fuzzy pig tits did. Just the thought all this makes Danny want to transform into a little piggy slut, dropping on all fours and crawl over to snort that foul odor up deep into his lungs and hold it there. Danny would give everything to give himself to his boss like a living sacrifice and be committed as his groin snorting slave. 

It would several minutes before Danny realizes he’s been sitting in the women’s stall, touching his sad stiffy and cumming all over the floor he just cleaned.

The rest of the work day goes without incident. Danny with his new obsession, tried to sneak as manly sniffs of the bosses manly scent through out the day, feeling thrilled and disgusted with himself when he succeeds, but always disappointed when he fails. He’s ultimately thankful that despite it all, he was able to show up to work on time for once, furthermore, it was pay day, and he had to do something about this hangover that’s been haunting him all evening. With tomorrow being his day off, he decides that he could have a few drinks tonight to help ease his mind and the aching. Stopping by the corner store and buying some beer, his final stop is to his room where he will lock himself into solitude and drink the night away. Normally, drinking would kill his sex drive, but after last night, Danny threw all inhibitions away. It felt to good to give up, his dick was worthless, and the idea of worshipping alpha male cock felt like the highlight of the last 7 years to him. Of course, he hasn’t actually seen another mans dick in person, let alone touch one.
“Jesus Christ, how repressed am I?” Danny never used to think like this, and now just because he saw one penis and his friend made him cum just by unintentionally talking about how itty bitty his worthless cock was, now he’s going to look up some fat cocked man to hookup with and explore his ungodly massive girth with his own hands and maybe even… taste it? “I need help.” 

And he was going to get help, after he sucked down this last beer and meet with this guy just down the street he found online. What am I doing, Danny asked himself, am I really going to go through with this? His mind was racing, even faster than his heart, which felt like it would pop and any moment. Was all this because of the alcohol or did he really want this? What was causing all these fantasies. Cruising wasn’t a new concept to Danny, but he never thought he would be participating, with another man. A man who was taller than him, with black skin so solid and dark like onyx steel, and a cock that would make the young man come off as a stereotype. All the same, here they were, in the midnight veil, lit up by a single street lamp, at the corner of a neighborhood cross section. No cars for miles, but the houses around clearly inhabited. The anonymous man, wearing a hoodie and basketball shorts, wasted no time getting things under way. He pulled his black mamba free from his short and made his demands simple.
“On yo knees, slut.” He kept his head down to cover the top part of his face. It’s at this point that a rational man would ask questions. What was it we talked about before? Are you even the guy I was supposed to meet up with? Do you have any std's? Whether it was the beer or the freshly born fixation on dick, Danny didn’t care anymore. At a certain point something in the back of his mind got tired of waiting around for freedom and decided to move the body on its own.

Danny, dropping straight to his knees as he was told and scoot closed enough to have that greasy cock slither on his face. It was no Black mamba, but it still put Danny’s to shame at a good 6 ½ in (16.5 cm.) It was to thick but the heavenly raunchy odor of his unwashed musky alpha rod got the blood flowing, mind numbing and dicklette twitching. Danny inhaling that smooth cock shaft and smothering his face into the pube covered testicles, oh my god, I’m a faggot who loves black balls, Danny revelled in that thought before letting all thoughts go and giving into lust. Danny had no problem public humiliating himself anymore, he was in state a pure nirvana, but his new toy had other places to be.
“ay, I ain’t gottall night, faggot!” 
Gripping Danny by the hair, he pulls the poor thing off of the thing he’s desired most only to force it down Danny’s throat right before he starts to complain. Danny hard never deep throated before and to experience it so suddenly with no practice or warning was quite overwhelming. Thankfully, he learns that lacks a gag reflex, or at least, the cock wasn’t thick enough to properly choke him. All the same, Danny panic and flailed for a bit. His fight or flight kicked in and wanted nothing more than to flee, but just as the thug pulled out to let Danny have a real breath of air, the stranger starting yank and push Danny’s head by the hair, using in like a loose handle bar. At first, Danny was scared, he had hoped for it to end quickly. Soon though, Danny began to enjoy it. Out in the open, servicing cock like a whore. This is what I wanted, right? Once the rhythm calmed down a bit, Danny began to bob his head on his own. And soon taking the reigns for himself. This IS what I wanted. Danny was surprisingly a quick learner, sucking hard on the black mans cock in time with the bobbing on his skull. The young thug was finding it harder to stand up straight, having to use the wall behind him for support now leaving Danny in control to suck his cock like a fleshy straw.
This IS what I WANTED!
From there Danny brain was checked out, he had found what he was looking for, the ultimate rush. He wanted this to last forever, but even a gangster like the stranger had a limit. With one last ounce of strength within him, the thug grips Danny by the back of the skull and dumps his payload down into his esophagus. Danny, not even capable of thought at the moment, swallowed it down and continued to suck, violently thrashing his tongue on the under side of his shaft. The young black man, to weak to fight back, let’s Danny have his way, not that he has much choice. When it became to much for the man, he tries to pull away. Danny sucks like a vampire after a drink sweeter than wine, only letting go of that ebony rod when it starts to throb and is ready to unload again. Danny finally lets the dick go, and the thug paints his second load over Danny’s face and tongue. 

Danny finally finds himself out of his trance, he came a pathetic dribble at some point in the middle of his mindless self indulgence. Daze and a little confused, Danny none the less felt absolutely and completely satisfied. The stranger stuffs his cock away, moaning and panting in a cute a weak way. He doesn’t say a word directly to Danny but he can hear him say under his breath “Damn, bitch. Tryna sugc a niggahs soul tru ‘is dick, uh?” walking away and disappearing in the dark, Danny finally realizes he may have just sucked off one of his old classmates. Danny needs to get home himself, but on the short walk home he realizes what an incredible buzz he has. So high on the feeling of inebriation and cum drunkness. He needed to hook up again. He didn’t bother wiping the cum off, it was his medal of honor. For the last 3 months he had avoided this wonderful feeling and all it took was one depraved step to finally open his eyes to the hedonism he always knew he wanted. The one he never let himself explore, the one that made him the life of the party. He didn’t go home, Danny hopped back into the forum and set a cruising spot for him to hook up with other horny alpha dick. He would eventually suck 3 more men off and pass out right there after 6 more beers, sleeping in a gas station toilet stall.

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Another dream, the blissful bobbing and 
weaving of this world feels like Danny was drifted out to sea and sank to the bottom. There Danny was even smaller than normally and that was perfect. He needed to be small, he is insignificant nothing made him happier than feeling absolutely tiny compared to real men. Men that surrounded him. All muscular or fat or a bit of both, the best part was their COCKS. All out hard and pointing straight at him.
‘BITCH’
Yes, Danny eagerly agreed, I am a bitch! I'm a naughty faggot bitch that needs you to use me! Fuck my throat and cum, I need to get drunk off you hot salty nuts! I’m a cum dumpster now, I get it, I finally get it!
‘Trans'
The word rattled Dimmie’s little mind, he was so high off of his own libido that he accepted everything as truth, because it was. Poor stupid faggot Dimmie was ready for her next transformation. She sqauted down and shaked her little nub of a cock around begging,
“I’ll do it! I’ll be your Slim Dimmie tranny slut! I’m a FAAAAAAAAAAAG, I AM A COLOSAL FAGGOOOOOOOOT TRANNY WHORE!”
With that confession the god like men blasted Dimmie with their ivory cream. Drenching the little whore with gallons and gallons of hot alpha seed, sucking out every last stubborn remnant of masculinity left in the cock addicted slut. 

What started as globs of white mess, soon shrunk down and conformed to Dimmie's skin, and then shrunk down even further. Solidifying as a tight shiny latex material, giving no slack, across her entire body, the warmth of a womb like the ones she once thought she craved. Dimmie knows better than to think anymore, if she wanted to speak, she’d speak a verbal vomit until a ripe hard dick was corked down her throat. Her head engulfed in the white ooze, seeping its way into her orifices, coating her throat and eyes, filling her nose and ears, then finally flooding her thoughtless mind with its intense heat. Dimmie can feel her second skin fully encapsulate her, and tighten down, in, and all around, molding her body into a perfect cock- receptacle. Slender limbs, much like the ones she previously had but smoother , with dainty hands and feet, and a cartoonish hourglass shaped waist and super thin pencil neck. Inside the latex cum suit, Dimmie could feel her hair extending, lush and voluptuous. Thighs, buttocks, and breast filling out, with the buttocks being the largest of new additional, and her breast being plush, but a little lesser than an A cup. On Dimmie’s dumb founded face, lips plumping up to ten times their original size. Jaw line slimming down, even more so than her already childlike features, and cheeks raising up and pushing out a little for a cutesy innocent effect.

Dimmie welcomed these changes, and rendered silent by the air tight pearl suit, could do nothing more than writhe and squirm in the pool of excess semen these titans provided her. She could feel it all, like a vivid painting in her brain, the only real thought she had and she was desperate to see it with her own two eyes. The liquid continued through her body, rearranging her insides, making her nothing more than a living condom. She wants it, all of it. Cum. Jizz! She needs to get it all inside her-

                            ~~~~~~~~~~“NOW!”~~~~~~~~~~

Danny, startled from his sleep by the gas station attendant, groggy from rest and hangover. Covered in dry cum crust, courtesy of his hook up.
“I's sed, git yer homo ass oudda ‘ere, NOW.” 
Danny got up as fast as he could and began his trek homeward, taking a bit of enjoyment from being called a ‘homo’ and sneaking in a few strokes of his dicklette along the way. Danny could remember his dream a little more than the prior one he had this time. When he wasn't thinking of the man who caught him, he was thinking of how hot that dream was to him. “Slim Dimmie…” he said to himself, his heart racing at the thought of what a enticing slut he could be. Getting home right before sunrise and slipping into the bathroom, rinsing himself off, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. To his disappointment, he was still plain old Danny ‘Slim Dim’ Kragshovic. 
For now.




The second chapter is almost down, as of 02-14-2021. If anyone sees a spelling mistake, or maybe has some grammar critiques,  please let me know.
