O.Z. One-Shot - A Very Special Beta Dad

Beta kneeled on the living room floor with both thumbs up his ass, staring at gay porn on a TV the size of a garage door. He wasn't allowed to look away, no matter how much he hated it, and he wasn't allowed to touch his naturally large cock, no matter how much he needed it.

Beta's name had once been Brian, but his Alpha son had developed a mean streak lately and had it legally changed. Ever since then, this is how Beta had spent every evening while Alpha -- the only thing Beta was allowed to call Him -- was off doing what Alphas do.

The screen flickered for a moment, giving Beta just enough time to close his eyes before it automatically changed to hardcore straight porn as Alpha walked into the room. Beta wasn't allowed to watch this, but he was required to listen and count every time a slut moaned the word "Alpha." This being OZ porn, that took a lot of concentration.

Alpha sat on the couch and propped his feet up on Beta's shoulder, pushing the older man down a little lower onto his thumbs, and started talking loudly on speakerphone. It was the Pearson's clinic.

"So, what's the absolute biggest a cock can get?"

Well, Alpha enhancements usually run up to a foot--

"I didn't say 'usual,' now did I? I want the biggest possible dick you can make!"

If sir could, perhaps, tell us what scale he had in mind?

"At least as long as a leg, and as thick as a thigh."

Oh, my... that's...

"Can you fucking do it?"

W-we can, sir, but a penis that size would never be able to sustain an erection without some significant cardiovascular enhancements!

"Perfect! Now let's talk balls..."

The next morning, Beta was awakened bright and early by Mrs. Alpha -- his own loving wife, once upon a time -- stomping on his pent-up balls and ordering him to get the car ready. Alpha had an appointment.

He drove carefully, avoiding the rearview mirror because they were full of big, bouncing tits he wasn't allowed to look at directly. Alpha liked to fuck His wife in the middle of the backseat with her head sticking out the sunroof, so the whole neighborhood could hear her screaming and know there was an Alpha on board. As if the bumper stickers didn't already make that clear enough.

At Pearson's, Beta pulled up to the door and expected Mr. and Mrs. Alpha to get out and make him wait in the parking lot all day like usual, but He knocked on the driver's side door instead.

"This one's for you, Beta," he explained, tossing the keys to a valet and giving the awkward teenager permission to play with Mrs. Alpha's tits as a tip.

"Hands and mouth only. Keep it in your pants."

"Thank you, sir!"

Beta felt a little awkward -- and more than a little chilly -- walking into the clinic with nothing on below the waist. Alpha had made it very clear that his "useless cuckcock" be on display at all times. Beta had actually been rather proud of his endowment in his youth, but now the impressed glances just felt all the more humiliating since he knew he wasn't allowed to use that girth anymore.

They took a left into the Penis Enhancement ward, and Beta started to feel even more embarrassed. His natural size was nothing compared to the brand new knee-length, wrist-thick donkey dicks the Alphas were testing out, right there in the hallways, and he got to see firsthand just how much cum could be stored in balls the size of avocados.

Beta couldn't figure out what he was doing here. He didn't dare hope that Alpha had changed his mind and decided to make up for the rough treatment with... and upgrade? No. Alpha probably just wanted to enhance Himself, and had brought Beta along to make sure His new one was bigger than his.

When they got to the office, Beta was taken straight back to the OR. He knew better than to ask questions, so he just let them pull off his "My Son Bred My Wife and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt" and strap on the anesthetic mask without too much resistance. The last words he caught before going under was the doctor muttering under his breath,

"Poor bastard. I only hope it doesn't kill him..."

One week later, Beta was back in his usual spot in front of the TV. He wasn't kneeling anymore. He couldn't kneel anymore. Instead, he was resting painfully on a swollen, purple cumsack the size of a beanbag chair, his feet dangling off the ground. Between them hung the head of the single largest human penis on the planet, a meatsnake bigger around than a literal anaconda and nearly as long, weighing more on its own than the whole rest of his body.

They'd called it a medical marvel. TV news crews from across the various OZs were calling up to interview Alpha, so Beta had heard the explanation enough times to have it memorized, word for word.

"Dad was always bigger than me, and it was kinda hot to see a cock that size go untouched while mine got all the attention. I figured it might be hotter if his useless cuckcock was even bigger, and my imagination just went nuts from there. The doctors say there isn't enough blood in the human body to even give him a half-chub now, and if he ever managed to cum he would die of dehydration before his balls emptied. Sure, he blocks my favorite view of the TV sometimes, but it's just as entertaining to see him waddle out of the way. Hey, Beta! Come show off for the cameras!"

Beta took a deep breath and started rocking forward on his testicles. It would take a few tries before he found his feet, but oh well. At least he still had balls.