He looked at the ingredients, he could try to add some balls? Make himself whole except with a little extra. Or maybe he should just leave it like this. He walked to the bed, when he suddenly felt a slap against his knees.
Startled he looked down. "Fuck." he whispered.
His dick had grown further. What had started as an average size had since grown enough to dangle between his knees. He grabbed the head and winced. It was sensitive. More sensitive then he remembered it being. He let go and watched standing still.
Yep, it was still growing. It wasn't going fast, but it was growing. It had passed his knees now, ending just above his shins. The girth didn't seem to grow nearly as much as the length. He wasn't sure if he was happy with that or not.
He walked to his bed. His dick swinging wildly between his legs. It felt, good actually. He could feel blood rushing to his penis. He was starting to get worried. How much blood would he even need to get erect, he'd better lie down. Or maybe a cold shower? He looked back at the bathroom. That seemed like the better option, if he could make it.
He walked back to the bathroom. A shiver ran up from the tip of his dick into the rest of his body. He looked down, the tip of his dick was brushing the soft carpet on the ground. He took another few steps. It felt so good. He could feel the heat building up in his vagina.
He looked at the bathroom. He wasn't feeling woozy. He hauled his dick up and squeezed the glance. He quickly found that it was mostly the tip of his dick that was stiffening. Coincidentally, that was also the most sensitive part. He squeezed and massaged the tip. Gently squeezing, gently massaging as he had done before. Precum was starting to leak already. It felt so good. His vagina was aching.
He couldn't stop himself. One hand slid down his legs and inserted a finger in his hungry pussy, the other massaging the tip of his dick.
More akin to floating then walking he slumped on the bed, his mind fogged with intense feelings of pleasure.
He tweaked his clit, he rubbed his dick. He moaned. His pussy was aching, it knew what it wanted and fingers weren't going to cut it.
Through the haze of desire, he wondered. Could he? Could he even cum without balls?
This was possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity, he was going to take it. He lay on his back, legs wide. He split his vagina's folds and guided the hard tip of his dick in. There was some resistance at the entrance. He winced and pushed it. He gasped loudly. His pussy had never felt so good, so full. The familiar feeling of the warm wet insides of his pussy pushing against his rockhard dick. The sensations washed over him.
His hand couldn't go fast enough as he pumped his dick in his vagina.
He rolled on his stomach, ass up in the air as he pounded away into his own pussy. He bit into his pillow to stifle his own moans. He could feel it. At the base of his dick, the familiar pressure. It was building, getting ready to explode.
At the same time, he could feel it in his pussy. The heat building, like a cart on a rollercoaster. He just needed a little push.
He screamed as he exploded into orgasm. His hips bucking, his hands grabbed the blankets he was top off as he let his body run it's course.
He slumped down. His body was tingling all over, exhausted. He looked at the side table. The small pouch of ball herbs still sat there. Well at least he probably wasn't getting himself pregnant without balls.
He felt his dick growing limp until it slid out of his vagina and onto the bed. Hopefully his dick would be smaller tomorrow. But that was a worry for then. Right now, he felt like he'd run a marathon, twice.
He rolled himself in his blanket and went to sleep.