“Powerful... Virility,” he read aloud, rolling his eyes at the broken English: “<<For the increase male experience!>> Whatever. It better work.”
Craig waited until just before bedtime before prepping himself, knowing he would need to leave the ointment on overnight. He closed the door to his room and, sitting at the end of his bed, he opened the jar. He took a cautionary whiff of the potent stuff... Not too great, honestly. But he didn’t want to waste any more time. He grabbed one of his towels from working out and covered his hand with it to scoop up a big lump from the container. Then, making sure he was alone and positioned correctly, he started smothering his dick and balls with the ointment.
Again, the smell of it was musky and gutting, but the feeling of the ointment was nice. It was cool to the touch, and smooth like lotion.
He remembered again: one application, and then leave on overnight for the best results. Well, okay - he could maybe lay down and put a towel under his junk, and then sleep for the night while this ointment did its thing. It’d be thrilling to wake up the next morning to see if it worked, and the thought excited him.
As Craig was contemplating the thought, there was a rather sudden surge from his groin; a tingly sensation emanated from down below. The coolness of the lotion was gone, and instead, a warmth - not overpowering or burning - seemed to flow from the lotion around the skin-sensitive areas of his genitals.
He sat still, heartbeat stuttering. “...well, shit. This stuff is actually gonna work?”
He parted his legs to watch for signs of change. As if the flow of warmth was circling around his dick, Craig could see it… slowly start to grow longer! Just a bit, he thought - still covered in lotion - but surely getting larger, as it perked up and the positive vibes started to fill him with hope. Like, even as he was starting to get hard, the constant warm feeling was definitely not himself getting excited. But, nonetheless, the revelation was filling him with excitement.
“Damn… I’m gonna be so huge! Fuck Mike and the other guys...”
His breath was getting heavy now - the effectiveness of this stuff was acting so quickly! Forget having to wait overnight; he was gonna be able to use his tool right now. What was once an underwhelming 4” soft was now at least 8” and still growing. He smiled at thinking himself as a foot long. He was really starting to go hard now, and the warmth of the magic was equally matched with the need to jack off. But he had to resist - his dick was covered in the ointment stuff. Instead he laid down on his bed and, with legs still spread apart, let the good feelings below flow freely.
“Gonna... need to buy some new boxers tomorrow,” Craig thought to himself, grinning. “HA! I can’t believe this!”
Craig’s smile was replaced with a nervous grin and then sudden shock as he sat back up and looked down. He noticed that his hard-rock dick was still growing and, by the looks of it, it was actually speeding up! Dang, he was gonna be hung really long, like a horse... Was this permanent? He had to be over a foot long now… and… pretty thick, too. His wrist, for comparison, was barely wider. Then he noticed his balls, and they had interestingly enough not changed. He was a bit alarmed by that… he had covered everything in ointment.
But as he was mulling over these thoughts, he started to choke on his breath. His cock continued to grow longer, wider, bigger and bigger; it was getting harder to concentrate on anything. He wasn’t used to so much force and power, and as the blood flowed to his rock-hard cock, it’s demanding to stay hard was fogging his mind.
This was too much virility!
He slowly laid back down, but this made him even shorter of breath.
“How much… longer am I … gonna go…”
The circling warmth was overpowering now, because there was so much more cock - being so long and so hard, it was starting to hurt from all the blood flow. Trying to look down, but wincing from the dizziness, he now had a monstrous-sized cock, maybe 20 inches or more long, and as thick as his wrist.
“Shit… it’s not gonna stop… I need… to get this … stuff…”
Unable to complete his sentence, he felt one final jolt from his groin as another explosion of growth pushed Craig over the edge. It felt all wrong, something like splitting apart at the seams; the pain, excruciating; it sent him completely over the top. He fell back into his pillow and fainted, and he didn’t wake up again for the rest of the night.
In his deep sleep, dreams of pushing and pulling, flexing and bending filled Craig’s mind. Athleticism, virility, and the enhanced male experience...