Ben looked over the options. There, a 'clean' option wash flashing on screen! That should make things a bit easier. He clicks on the icon. A whirlwind gusts through the house, cum evaporating into the wind. Ben looks around, noting that the entire house had been tidied as a nice bonus. Perfect. Now all he had to do was save the changes. Wouldn't want gallons of bull spunk magically reappearing. He clicks the 'save' icon and breaths a sigh of relief. He stands there, still in shock at his obscene genitals. He wanted to be bigger like any horny teenager but these were too big. The dark, silky sheath jutted out from his crotch. Even retracted, it was like a short, fat sausage and little too much girth for one hand. His balls were even more cumbersome. Bigger than oranges, they were a heavy weight that were impossible to ignore. He took a wide stance, his hefty ball sack forcing his legs apart. They were stuck in overdrive, cum factories that constantly demanded his attention. They audibly churned, gurgling and growling as they brewed a new load of bull batter. He was humiliated by the prospect of someone hearing his balls burbling away. He imagined himself getting kicked out of libraries and theaters, people whispering about his freakish gonads. The sound might be bad, but the churning was worse. A constant bubbling filled his sack, like they were vibrating. He could feel them moving too as they would rise and fall or occasionally contract. As he looked down he could see them move. He looked they he was practicing kegels but he had no control. It all felt like his balls were being permanently fondled.
"God, these are so gross. I'm such pervert." He admonished himself. "Well, at least these aren't permanent. Good thing I didn't..."
That's when Ben realized his mistake. He had saved all changes after using the cleaning function. A feeling of dread filled him as he made a futile attempt to reverse the changes.
He was trapped.
Ben would never have normal life again. He would never join as sports team; he would have enough difficulty walking, let alone running with his heavy sack. He'd could never get a job would his fat cock and bull balls. They too big to hide, matter what he tried to stuff them into. The cum was uncontrollable. How was he going to stop from spewing semen everywhere? Porn, that was it. He would only ever be a porn star pervert, the boy with the monster junk, a walking set of cock and balls for everyone to ogle.
Ben tried to think what to do next.