Epidos had known when he started that he was facing a tough road. He was a Gepde Delta centaur, a breed that needed release several times a day to avoid certain --problems. But here he was, a young healthy stallion, and he hadn't cum in weeks. This was unheard of for even the oldest Gepdes. The friends of his childhood were now mostly in their adolescent transitions. They were cloistered in their rooms where women or mares or stallions or whatever they fancied (that would brave their ardor) would help them relieve their swelling testicles-- usually more than five times a day. Epidos had even heard that little Hantos had been cumming an impressive 135 times a day for the last fortnight.
Epidos had shown more promise than Hantos... more than any of his friends. He might have been right now challenging the record of 352 times a day. More important, he would be working his way through that difficult Gepde transition to adulthood, when a young centaur's body demands constant sex before it will settle down to a more bucolic 3-4 times a day. But his promise had brought him to the attention on the Priests of Faelo.
The Priests had heard of the young centaur colt who, while others his age barely dropped to their hocks when urinating, would drag the ground and have to wipe off the mud. He had been proud to be the first of his friends to give up the running-games because he had to adopt the wide gate of a Gepde stallion, swinging his legs out to avoid squeezing his swelling testicles. He had, like any Gepde, been proud of his growing equipment... but now?...
The Priests had explained to Epidos what he was undertaking. He had made his oath of bond willingly. They had left him with enough salpet root for an army and he took it as he'd promised. And it had proven harder than he could have imagined.
The Priests had told him, but he hadn't quite absorbed it. Everyone else said that salpet root took away desire, but it didn't. It only blocked the very last stage of ecstacy, when the body unleashed its built up fluids. Epidos learned the hard way that the Priests were right when they explained that every stage up to the actual release was uninhibited. That meant that he experienced all the stages of sex, but the actual release. That meant his libido just kept building and building, seemingly without end.
This would be hard enough for any centaur, but the Gepdes have a particular problem in that their genetals tend to swell under this kind of duress. The salpet caused so much duress that Epidos could easily understood how it could help the Priests of Faelo attain their amazing proportions. He was seeing the results in himself.
The first few days hadn't been so bad, with the feelings just awakening in him. Like any colt, he dropped alot, enjoying the feeling of the last few inches of his penis dragging in the grass. Soon he was slapping it against his chest. But when the mothers of his old friends were proudly talking about the cakes of cum they had to brush from their virile sons' forelegs and chests, his mother had nothing to say. That was when it had started to become difficult.
He soon forgot what it was like to be in his sheath, because he never was. Without any release, his penis never did less than brush the ground. It spent most of its time slapping itself against his ribs. Epidos soon had to wear a pad to protect his bruise. It seemed like it would never stop. Day after day, his penis bucked and throbbed and slapped constantly on his chest, but never would he cum, no matter how badly he wanted to.
As unpleasant as that was, Epidos decided he could bear it-- after all, there was much awaiting him if he passed his test. But then, he reached a new stage. As his friends were regularly exhausting all those that consented to help them cum their days of transition away, Epidos started to feel a new sensation. His penis was now always throbbing. It was so engorged with blood that it hurt. Veins bulged starkly on its surface and it stopped slapping his chest because it was locked in extremis-- pushing constantly against his chest at full extension. It was then he found he had not experienced the worst. As he followed one of his constant fantasies to its constant conclusion, he felt the lust in him build from its constant extreme to an unimaginable burst. Instead of cumming, his body contained all that energy.
Epidos' eyes shut, his fists clenched, his body shook-- but nothing happened. It passed, and he did feel condiserable relief, but considering the experience it was odd not to find himself wallowing in a pool of cum. Unfortunately, Epidos' relief was short lived. By the end of that day these flairs of lust were giving him no more than an hour's peace.
Actually, they would have been magnificently enjoyable. The first few were, but then Epidos began to feel what they were doing to him. His penis, already pushed to its limits, was getting an even bigger push on top of that. And his balls, driven by a constantly building libido, were trying desperately to overcum the block created by the salpet. That meant Epidos' feeling was not imaginary... he really was growing.
By the 10th time or so, Epidos was sure it was no illusion. When the lust wracked him, he could feel his penis become even more painfully rigid. He could almost feel each vein, overburded with blood. The corpus callosum became an unyielding arc, turning his hips by pushing on his sternum. Then, he would FLAIR. Hugely, the end of his penis would blossom with promise. But with nothing to deliver, it would just keep trying. And then it swelled. Epidos could actually feel it creep up a bit on his chest-- after a few times there was no mistaking it. His penis was definately becomming longer, and, he was sure, thicker. Not only that, but he was quick to note that his stance had to widen a bit, too. His balls were swelling noticably with each wave.
Lying on his back, Epidos forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could see what was happening to him. His forelegs framed his broad chest-- very muscular with all his recent "dynamic tension." Arching from between his back legs to near the top of his sternum was his always turgid member. He thought back-- it was certainly already half a foot longer than when he'd started. Resting heavily between his splayed back legs were balls that would have looked at home on a full grown stallion. On Epidos's young body they were shocking. He guessed they must have doubled in size. They stretched his scrotum to its limit.
Though it was shocking, he found the sight of himself exciting too. True, at this point nearly every sight, smell and thought excited him, but like any Gepde centaur, large sexual equipment was a particular thrill. In seconds, Epidos knew he was facing the biggest wave yet.
As it hit, there was a rush in his ears and his peripheral vision blacked out, but somehow Epidos managed to keep his eyes open. What he saw seemed unreal.
The black skin of his cock was stretched painfully. Over the rushing sound he could just hear the skin giving way as the tissue underneath it overcame its restraint. The skin was so glossy it looked wet, and it showed off every detail beneath it so that Epidos could watch his pulse pound in the veins. It visibly widened and he watched it crawl even further up his chest to between his legs. Then came the impressive part.
He flared, so hugely he looked like a zebrataur. The head of his growing penis filled the space between his front legs. Then it started to push his front legs apart. The extension of his urethra gaped with a promise of gallons of cum, but none came. His balls stretched his scrotum, trying desperately to unleash their load, but could not -- so they tried again. Epidos' eyes bulged as his balls did, swelling again and again as his body repeatedly tried to cum. He could watch his rear legs spreading farther and even farther until the tendons of his inner thighs ached to match the taught skin of his scrotum.
And still he tried to come. Each time his balls swelled, his penis jutted a little father. It rubbed hard against his chest and spreading forelegs. Epidos began to worry about the burning in the stressed tendong of his inner forelegs when suddenly it stopped-- his flair had passed beyond his forelegs. And it continued to creep up to his human chest.
Finally it passed, and the pain began to go the way of the pleasure. But now, as he regained his hooves, Epidos found his back legs uncomfortably far apart and when he looked down, the end of his penis protuded out from between his forelegs. Certainly it was a marvelous sight, and worthy of a Priest of Faelo, but Epidos had to wonder what the rest of the three months would bring.
Melanippa enjoyed her status as the first human High Priestess of Faelo. It was a role she was born to-- She was tall and remarkably broad, with hips almost as wide as a centaur's. She was strong enough to carry a small adult centaur, and miraculously flexible enough to admit the entire length and girth of the penis of a High Priest of Faelo-- which was often as long as she was tall. Truely her abdomen was blessed by the gods. ...So were her breasts, which rested magnificently on her muscular legs as she sat on the throne. Huge nipples, worthy of a High Priestess, jutted well beyond her knees. Along with her considerable mass of wavy blond hair, they made her head look a bit too small. A glance at her massive body on the throne told everyone that the gods had made her for her role.
Nevertheless, she had had to prove herself like any new High Priestess. And it had not been easy. When the old High Priestess retired and the call went out, many worthy Priestesses stepped forward. Everyone laughed maternalistically when they saw Melanippa standing among the huge centauresses in the great hall. She had done well to become a Priestess, but a human as a High Priestess was incredible. Though anyone could understand why she'd want to try, no one expected her to make it beyond the first test.
Everyone was amazed to see her standing among those who passed, cum dripping down around her feet mixing with the pools around her fellow Priestesses. Her huge breasts were thrust skyward by a belly swollen with the cum of two dozen Priests. She looked about 2 years pregnant, yet she managed to retain the mass that most of the other centauress prospects had not.
But she herself had begun to doubt her chances when she saw that she had the misfortune to draw the gigantic black High Priest Ganus for her last test. Her heart had sunk as he slowly made his way to her, his hind legs describing wide arcs with each step as they strained to clear each 372 pound testicle. By the time he reached her, he had dropped considerably. Already 2 feet of thick black horse cock rested on the ground between his forelegs, with plenty more on the way. Not even she expected to actually attempt the test-- it would have been absurd-- so she just made the most of her opportunity. As the other remaining prospects bravely strained to admit High Priests flaired to 2 or more feet across, Melanippa contented herself with just manually stimulating Ganus.
The huge High Priest grew quickly in her hands to a magnificent 7 feet in length. She rubbed her whole body along it, getting caught up in its beauty. Soon she was in her own world-- filled only with the magnificent Ganus and his giant erection. It was only in such a state that whe would have attempted so impossible a test. It took no time for Ganus to flair, and Melanippa could not bare to see such a thing, no matter how large, without trying to get it up inside her. Melanippa strattled the end of Ganus' penis-- now over 3 feet across. As her copious fluids drenched Ganus and pooled at her feet, Melanippa rubbed herself hard against Ganus' enormous flair. Soon, with great effort, but no pain, she found the gods had smiled on her again. Her pelvis began to yield and her skin stretched incredibly. Pulling with all her might, Melanippa strained to stretch herself around a flairing penis wider than she was. Miraculously, she succeeded.
As she lay on the pad with the tip of Ganus' incredible erection finally inside her, her hands told her that her hips were now almost as wide as she was tall. She could not see, however, since her vision was blocked by her already hugely swollen belly having to double in size to accomodate Ganus. But neither of them could stop there. Each putting all their strength into it, they found Ganus could proceed even further into Melanippa. Her abdomen seemed now capable of limitless stretching. Ganus' flair slid up over the bottom of her ribcage, and soon forced aside either swolled breast. Melanippa watched the skin of her torso stretch beyond her head. Soon it was beyond the reach of her hands. Then Melanippa was overjoyed to feel Ganus' sheath itself entering her massively stretched body. His belly skin stretched to allow more of him inside her. Finally Melanippa was a bit disappointed when her butt reached the bulbous attachment of Ganus' penis to his hips, but she had inside her seven feet of penis plus 2 1/2 feet of sheath (and surrounding scrotum and hide). She was contemplating accomodating the 744 pounds of testicles bouncing against her rear when she felt Ganus' flair suddenly grow even larger. Ganus trembled and Melanippa felt a spasm travel up the nearly 10 feet of penis inside her, culminating with a copious warm spurt, then another, then another, then a really large spurt, then an even larger one, then one that seemed to last forever, then a REALLY big one, and another, and a third, then a few ordinary sized spurts, then a couple big ones again, then a bunch of little ones followed by an enormous gush, then a tremendous gush and finally a few medium sized spurts and lastly a lot of small ones. Then Ganus REALLY came! Then again. Then again. Then again. Finally he quit trying to hold back and let loose with his full potential. Miraculously, Melanippe held on as Ganus filled her like a baloon, through all of his 27 full-blown climaxes and the many other lesser ones as well.
Melanippa's swollen belly had rested heavily on the floor as she sat for her coronation. Now it merely rested on her thighs, making her growing breasts protrude even more impossibly, but she knew that come the next celebration, it would be a mountain taller than she was, as she sat. These thoughts caused her juices to pour down the front of her throne as she sat impatiently through the business of the day. She stared longingly at each Priest's bobbing equipment as they reported. Walkar approached as she drained her tureen of fresh cum and her attendant set it on the floor and began refilling it.
"Grace," began a nervous Walkar, "I'm afraid there's been an error. Last year the most remote candidate for initiation was not retrieved. We only just caught the mistake. We have brough him here for this year's Festival of Initiation, but... well..." Walkar trailed off. Lacking the words, he pulled aside the curtain of the grand entryway, admitting the first of four pairs of strong centaurs bearing a large litter. Melanippa caught her breath and a waterfall of her juices sluiced down the front of her throne. Everyone in the room gaped as Epidos was carried in. His hard and flaired member was twice as long as he was, and thicker than his own torso. Behind him were two testicles barely contained in his thinly stretched scrotum. Each surely weighed over half a ton. Epidos tried to speak, but at a glimps of Melanippa, he was predictably overcome. There was a collective gasp as the orgasm wracked his body and his penis and balls visibly expanded.
Melanippa quickly called up Raymol (since he had he best breath control) and wrapped her legs tightly around his head. Surely, she thought, this will be a MOST remarkable Festival of Intiation. For the first time in a long time, she wondered if she (or anyone) could possibly be up to it.
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