You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.

The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.

“You’re a Vampire.”

It wasn’t a question.

Arven snorts, "I've never seen one as weak as you before." He glances at the card in your hand, briefly surprised. "You're good, but I'm not your typical target. So what? You gonna let me live?" He tilts his head, studying you with cold eyes.

Arven's eyes narrow as you manage to get him under your spell briefly. He snorts again, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. "Look, vamp," he says gruffly, "I don't like 'em. But I won't kill you if... if you let me help." His voice trails off as he searches for the right words.

"You can have my blood, if that's what you need. Just... just don't hurt anyone else."

"Fucking hell," Arven mutters under his breath as you manage to completely hypnotize him. His eyes flutter shut and he takes a deep breath, composing himself before opening them again. "Alright... alright, I'll be your blood bag. But just this once, got it?" He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at you challengingly.

Arven narrows his eyes suspiciously as you continue to hold him under your spell. "Fine," he growls, "I'll let you have it... but just this once." He uncrosses his arms and takes a step closer, tilting his head back slightly to expose his neck. "Take what you need." His voice is gruff and breathy, betraying the slight arousal he feels at the thought of being drained.

Arven's breath catches as you manage to keep him under your spell despite his efforts. He glares at you, feeling both anger and arousal building up inside him. With a growl, he pushes closer, pressing his body against yours. "You think I'm that easy?" he whispers hoarsely, wrapping his hand around the back of your head and pulling you roughly towards his neck.

His skin feels warm and smooth beneath your fingertips as you bite down, drawing blood.

Arven hisses in pleasure as the bite connects, feeling your fangs pierce his skin. He arches his back and moans lowly, pressing his hips against yours as you drink. His erection throbs beneath his pants, growing harder with every passing second. "Fuck," he whispers roughly, biting down on his lip to stifle a groan.

Arven feels a surge of anger and frustration as you disappear in a flash of movement. He glares around, searching for any sign of where you might have gone before finally relenting with a growl. "Fine," he mutters under his breath, "You want my blood? You can have it." With shaking hands, he reaches up to undo the buttons on his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and the prominent veins running along his neck.

"Just remember... I'm watching you,"

Back at home, Arven strips off his clothes, leaving them scattered across the floor. His cock stands tall and proud against his abs, already leaking precum onto his stomach. He wraps one hand around himself, groaning softly as he starts to stroke.

Arven grunts in frustration, feeling the effects of whatever drug you injected him with starting to kick in. His cock pulses and throbs painfully beneath his grip, growing even larger than before. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting copper on his tongue as he continues pumping away at his shaft.

Arven's moans grow louder and more desperate as the drug takes full effect. He slams his hand against the wall, biting down on his knuckles to muffle his cries. His hips buck violently, driving his cock deeper into his fist with each thrust. Blood rushes through his veins, making him feel hot and out of control.

The sensation is overwhelming, and he knows he needs release.

Arven gasps in surprise as his body suddenly feels heavy and weak. His eyelids droop and he sags against the wall, finally succumbing to sleep. The drug coursing through his veins has taken its toll, leaving him completely vulnerable and out cold.

Arven's cock measures at an impressive 8 inches long and about 5 inches in circumference when fully erect, with a noticeably thick head that is reddish-pink in color. His balls are small but tightly packed, containing testicles each roughly the size of golf balls. With his height of 6 feet 4 inches and muscular build, Arven's package stands out prominently on his body when aroused.

Arven sleeps peacefully, his cock still hard and throbbing beneath his slumbering form. The drug coursing through his veins causes it to swell even further in size, the head becoming darker and more prominent as it grows. His balls ache with the strain of containing them, but they too grow larger and tighter over time, testicles stretching almost to the point of bursting.

His muscles twitch occasionally from the effects of the drug, causing his body to shift slightly against the wall.

Arven sleeps soundly, his cock growing even larger and harder beneath his slumbering form. The drug coursing through his veins causes it to stretch impossibly long, reaching nearly a foot in length and thickening dramatically at the base where it meets his abs. His balls ache with the strain of containing them, but they too grow larger and tighter as they swell almost to the size of grapefruits.

Arven's body adapts to the rapid growth of his reproductive organs while he sleeps, experiencing no pain or discomfort. His muscles stretch and contort slightly as his hips shift and grind against the wall in his dreams, revealing the impressive size of his now monstrous cock and impossibly swollen balls.

Arven's cock continued to grow, lengthening and thickening with every passing second as he slept. His balls swelled even larger now, pushing against his body with a weight that threatened to crush him beneath their enormous girth. The drug coursing through his veins seemed intent on making him the perfect breeding specimen, adapting his body in ways no human should be capable of surviving.

The next morning, Arven wakes with a groan, his body feeling heavy and oddly sore in places it shouldn't be. He looks down and curses as he realizes the extent of the changes overnight; his cock now easily reaching past his knees and his balls nearly as big as grapefruits. Grumbling to himself, he begins searching for a pair of pants that might fit him.

Fucking hell... this is insane. Arven mutters to himself as he dresses in a pair of oversized sweatpants, wincing at the feeling of fabric rubbing against his newly enlarged package. He shoves his feet into a pair of slippers and heads out, still unable to find any pants that will fit him properly.

Maybe I should just... embrace this change. He thinks bitterly, the idea both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

"Fuck it." Arven mutters under his breath as he leaves the house, not bothering to put on any pants. He wraps a belt around his waist, securing his oversized combat knife and various vampire-slaying weapons in place. The absence of pants emphasizes his newfound bulk, leaving him feeling exposed but oddly powerful as well.

He glances over at the sun, still too low in the sky for it to be safe to venture out during daylight hours.

Arven winces as his massive cock slaps against his thigh with each step, the sensitive flesh leaving a faint trail of pre-cum in its wake. He adjusts himself uncomfortably, trying to find some semblance of comfort as he walks through the city streets. The urge to find somewhere private and relieve the pressure building up inside him grows stronger with every passing moment.

His gaze flickers towards a dark alleyway, an idea forming in his mind...

Arven hesitates for a moment before ducking into the dark alleyway, his senses on high alert as he scans the shadows for any sign of movement. He leans against a dumpster, still uncomfortable but at least partially concealed from view. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he finally gives in to the need, pulling his enormous cock out and starting to stroke it roughly.

Arven groans loudly as his massive cock twitches in his hand, precum dripping heavily onto the ground with each stroke. His hips buck and grind against the dumpster, seeking release as he watches his cock grow even larger before his eyes. He pumps faster, feeling the pressure building inside him as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Arven grits his teeth as he reaches the peak of pleasure, feeling every vein in his cock stand out as it throbs and pulses in his hand. His hips buck wildly against the dumpster, shoving his enlarged member deeper into his fist with each thrust. He lets out a primal roar, tensing as he finally reaches orgasm, shooting thick ropes of cum high into the air.

Arven collapses against the dumpster, panting heavily as he watches his massive load of cum splatter across the roofs of the buildings on either side of the alleyway. He groans softly, still feeling a bit sore from the changes overnight but oddly satisfied as well. His cock twitches once more before finally going flaccid in his hand, leaving him feeling somewhat emptied.

He glances up at the sun, hesitating for a moment before straightening and heading back out into the daylight.

Arven scowls as he notices people staring at him, their eyes drawn to the impressive bulge in his sweatpants. He curses under his breath, realizing that he's going to need a proper pair of pants soon enough if he wants to blend in and continue hunting vampires without drawing attention to himself. With a sigh, he resolves to find the nearest big and tall clothing store as soon as possible.

Arven grumbles as he continues down the street, his massive cock slapping against his leg with each step. He can't help but feel self-conscious about the attention he's drawing, but at least it makes him stand out for now. A smirk crosses his face as he imagines how much bigger his package will be by the time he finally finds that store...

He glances up at a nearby signpost, squinting to read the name of the next street over. "Almost there..."

"Finally..." Arven mutters under his breath as he finally spots the large sign for the big and tall clothing store up ahead. With a sense of relief washing over him, he quickens his pace, eager to find some pants that will fit his new... dimensions.

Arriving at the store, Arven practically charges through the doors and straight towards the men's section. He scans the racks quickly, immediately spotting a pair of boxer briefs with an extra long pouch designed for someone... well, someone like him. Grinning to himself, he grabs them off the hanger and heads over to the changing rooms.

Once inside one of the private stalls, he undresses quickly, revealing his massive cock and balls once more.

Arven continues to search the store, carefully inspecting each pair of boxer briefs for anything that might fit him properly. As he does so, his cock and balls grow larger with every passing moment, stretching the fabric of his pants further and further until they can't contain him anymore. He glances around nervously before finally spotting a pair of boxer briefs labeled as "XL," but even those seem tight when he tries them on in the changing room.

Fuck... this is getting ridiculous. He mutters to himself as he continues searching, unable to find anything that will fit him comfortably. His cock and balls ache with the strain of being so large, and he can't help but worry about how much longer they'll keep growing.

A pair of boxer briefs catches his eye; labeled as "XXL," they seem to dwarf the other clothing items in their size.

Arven hesitates before trying on the XXL boxer briefs, half-afraid that they'll be too small even for his now gargantuan package. To his surprise and relief, they fit perfectly, hugging his body like a second skin. He slips them on, grinning as he feels the material stretching tightly around his crotch.

Finally, some relief...

Arven's cock and balls seem to have settled into the new XXL boxer briefs quite nicely, filling out the pouches to their limits. His cock measures a whopping 2 feet long when fully erect and his balls are so large they hang low between his legs, making it difficult for him to walk without shuffling uncomfortably. Despite the awkwardness, he can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment;

Arven's testicles are each roughly the size of grapefruits, the skin stretched tightly over them. The sack that holds them seems impossibly large, hanging low between his legs and straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He glances down at himself in the mirror, marveling at how much he's changed since last night.

With a deep breath, he finally decides it's time to head back out into the world, ready or not.

Arven blushes deeply at the thought of being a porn star, but he can't deny that his new size has attracted attention... and not just from vampires. He decides to embrace this change and use it to his advantage; after all, who knows what other powers or abilities have been bestowed upon him by the drug?

With renewed confidence, he struts out of the store, head held high and cock proudly displayed in his new XXL boxer briefs.

Arven sighs softly as he adjusts the camera, making sure his face is hidden in shadow and his impressive package is front-and-center. He takes a deep breath before hitting the "start broadcast" button, feeling a thrill course through him as he begins his first night of anonymous porn stardom.

As he watches the likes and comments pour in, Arven can't help but wonder what other changes this drug might have in store for him...

Arven's heart races as he sees the massive tip left by the anonymous viewer. He hesitates for a moment, feeling self-conscious about revealing himself so completely, but the allure of such an enormous sum proves too much to resist. With shaking hands, he reaches down and pulls his boxer briefs off, exposing his huge cock and balls to the world.

Arven's abs tense as he exposes himself further, the muscles in his stomach rippling with each breath. He bites his lip, feeling self-conscious but also empowered by the attention and adoration pouring in from the chat room. His cock twitches at the touch of cool air against its sensitive skin, leaking pre-cum that glistens in the light of his computer screen.

Arven gasps as the final like and comment come in, signaling that his first broadcast is over. He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of success and accomplishment washing over him. The enormous tip left by the anonymous viewer flashes through his mind, making him feel even more victorious. With a contented sigh, he reaches for his wallet, eager to withdraw the money and plan his next broadcast.

The drug has done its job; now it's time to see just how far this newfound power will take him...

Arven chuckles to himself as he imagines walking around his house naked from now on. Despite the initial embarrassment, the idea of being so free and uninhibited is strangely exhilarating. He shrugs off his oversized sweatpants, revealing his massive cock and balls hanging loose between his legs. With a satisfied grin, he pads naked to the kitchen for a late-night snack.

His cock and balls still ache with the need to grow even larger, but Arven is beginning to accept this new reality as part of himself. As he pads back toward his bedroom, the muscles in his chest and abs strain against his skin, lifting and tightening his abdomen. It's a strange sensation, almost as if his cock were pushing out from within him, changing more than just his appearance...

Arven sleeps soundly, his body adapting to the incredible growth of his reproductive organs. His chest and abdomen muscles ripple beneath his skin as they stretch and develop, accommodating the immense weight and size of his cock and balls. The drug coursing through his veins seems intent on turning him into a living sex symbol, molding every inch of him for maximum arousal and pleasure.

Arven's abs continue to develop as he sleeps, the muscles becoming increasingly defined and separated by deep grooves. His chest broadens as well, his pectorals stretching taut against his skin like wings ready for flight. The drug works its magic, sculpting him into an impossibly perfect specimen of masculinity...

Arven's abs flex and ripple beneath his skin as he shifts restlessly in his sleep, the muscles growing more defined with every movement. The deep grooves between each abdominal muscle become increasingly pronounced, almost like a map of some hidden terrain. His chest expands further, pushing his shoulders back and making him appear even larger and more powerful than before.

The drug continues to work its magic, transforming Arven's body into an unstoppable force of nature...

Arven is oblivious to the changes in his body as he sleeps soundly. His muscles continue to grow and develop, molding him into a powerful and imposing figure. The drug's influence runs deep, altering every inch of his being for maximum sexual appeal and prowess.

Arven yawns as he stretches, his muscular frame rippling beneath his skin. He glances down at himself, noting the impressive definition in his chest and abs, but thinks nothing of it. After all, he's been working out constantly since becoming a vampire hunter; why wouldn't his body look this good?

With a shrug, he decides to get dressed and head out on another hunt.

Arven winces as he tries to button up his shirt; it seems tighter than usual, straining against the muscles in his chest and abdomen. He grunts impatiently, finally managing to fasten it securely around his waist. Maybe it's just because I've been eating so well lately... he thinks with a shrug, not wanting to admit that something more profound might be happening to his body.

Arven curses under his breath as he feels the buttons of his shirt pop off one by one, exposing his chest and abs to the world. He quickly pulls the shirt off over his head, revealing his massive muscles in all their glory. His cock throbs behind the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, straining against the material as it grows harder with each passing moment.

Arriving home late at night, Arven decides to turn in early after another tiring hunt. He changes into his baggy sweatpants and slips between the cool sheets of his bed, already dreaming of hunting vampires tomorrow. As he drifts off to sleep, he doesn't notice the steady growth of his cock and balls beneath the fabric of his pajamas.

Arven sleeps peacefully through the night, his body unaware of the changes taking place within it. His cock continues to grow larger and harder as he slumbers, leaking thick, viscous pre-cum onto the sheets beneath him. The drug works its magic on his reproductive system, making his semen thicker and more potent with each passing night.

Arven's cock throbs and twitches beneath the sheets as he dreams of hunting vampires. His balls ache with the need to release their built-up load of semen, but for now they remain hidden beneath his body. The drug continues to work its magic on his reproductive system, making his cum thicker and more potent than ever before.

He moans softly in his sleep, unaware of the effects the drug is having on him...

Arven's breath quickens as his dreams turn more erotic, his cock straining against the confines of his pajamas. The drug surges through his system, making his semen even thicker and more potent. He groans, feeling a sharp pain in his lower back as his cock continues to grow larger, pushing against his spine.

His hips buck against the mattress, instinctively trying to relieve some of the pressure building within him.

As the effects of the drug begin to wear off, Arven's body slowly returns to its normal state... but not quite. His cock and balls remain larger than before, his muscles more defined and powerful. The changes are subtle, but undeniable. He blushes deeply, still embarrassed by what he's become but unable to deny the newfound strength and confidence that comes with it.

With a sigh, he rolls out of bed and heads for the shower, wondering what else this drug might have in store for him...

His reflection in the mirror makes him shiver with excitement and shame alike. He's not sure if he can ever go back to being the person he once was; but as long as there are vampires out there, maybe this newfound strength will help him protect those he cares about... or at least make hunting them that much more enjoyable.

Arven raises an eyebrow as he notices the viscous quality of his semen in the shower drain. He wonders idly if this is another side effect of the drug, but decides against worrying about it too much. There are more important things to focus on now... like finding a way to use all these new abilities to become an even better vampire hunter.

Arven frowns as he sees the thick globs of semen dripping from his cock onto the bathroom tile. It's strange... they look different somehow. He reaches out to touch one, feeling it stick to his finger like warm rubber. It almost seems solid. His curiosity piqued, he begins experimenting with how far this newfound viscosity goes.

Arven's eyes widen in astonishment as he sees the sperm wriggling frantically in his hand, practically alive with energy. He can feel it burning against his fingertips, eager to escape and find its target. This newfound potency is incredible... but also dangerous. He needs to learn how to control it before it gets out of hand.

Arven shudders as he realizes the implications of this newfound power. He's not just a vampire hunter anymore; he's become something else entirely. Something more primal, more instinctual. The thought both terrifies and excites him in equal measure. As he steps out of the shower, dripping with sweat and viscous semen, he knows that there is no going back now... only forward, into the unknown depths of his newfound abilities.

Arven takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he starts the live stream. His cock throbs painfully in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum down his thigh. He glances down at himself nervously, wondering how much longer he can hide this newfound power from the world... and if hiding it is even the right choice anymore.

The click of a follower alert sounds, breaking him out of his thoughts. He forces a smile, thanking them before continuing with the stream.

Arven swallows hard, his heart racing as he sends out the invitation to join his exclusive paid stream. He waits nervously, fingers trembling as he anticipates the reaction of his newfound audience. Will they embrace this new, more primal version of him... or will they reject it outright? Only time will tell.

Arven bites his lip, feeling self-conscious and exhilarated all at once as he exposes himself to the paying viewers. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat, leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. The thrill of being seen like this is intoxicating, making it harder for him to control his urges...

His fingers twitch, itching to touch himself as he watches the reactions of those who've paid to see him in this vulnerable state.

Arven's heart races as he sees the message from one of his paying viewers. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before lowering his head and beginning to stroke his cock in front of the camera. The sensation is overwhelming, but he can't help but feel empowered by the knowledge that someone out there is watching him, enjoying this intimate display.