I watched the muscle bear on the screen come into the jock. Oozy sperm dripping from his asshole along his leg and forming a little puddle at his feet. The pure sight was only to get me going, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t stroking myself either. I came an instant before the jock released the pressure in his cock, the locker it was leaning on virtually painted in a creamy colour. Meanwhile, I felt long waves of pleasure running through my long cock as it splurted on my chest, my chair on my desk. Luckily, I managed to nudge my dick just enough to avoid hitting the computer with my jeez. I panted. My hands were a mess, my cock and torso as well, and my balls tingled. I figured my best option was to mop the semen. I rinsed myself quickly in the shower, and still a bit wet, I took out the mop and rummaged through my cleaning products cabinet. To my surprise I found a product targeting the cleaning of semen spills "new or old", as it would dissolve it and make it easy to water down. Plus, it had a nice eucalyptus fragrance.
This being taken care of, I picked up my favorite dildo, and head back to the shower, happy to see that the changes in reality also affected artificial dicks. The book would still be there after I tested my latest change, I thought to myself. I turned the water on, warm and a nice fog quickly came up into the room. I snapped the suction pad of my sex toy onto the ceramic wall, taking great care into adjusting the height properly. I started fingering myself and was quickly all loosed up. When I took my fingers out, they were covered in something. I quickly smelled them, out of curiosity. It was a weirdly familiar smell, neither great nor bad. Just a bit odd. Eager to test my new abilities, I back onto the dildo with ease. I barely got to align it with my gaping asshole. It went in with a disconcerting facility, and squirting sounds as it came into contact with my lubed-up rectum.
I could feel it fill my insides. I could feel the tip pressing gently against my prostate, until I swayed back and forth faster, putting more pressure on my sensitive spot. The thing wasn’t even halfway in, and I decided to go all the way, or as much as I could. The fake veins around the silicon shaft massaging my sphincter and my insides simultaneously, I slowly backed on it. I wanted to take it all in, greedily. My dominant hand was stroking my huge cock, while the other played with my sensitive balls and caressed my body as I imagined being into a man’s embrace, rather than stabbing myself alone in my bathroom. The fantasy became more and more vivid, and it was getting harder by the second to stay standing up, but I mustered the will to.
I opened my eyes in surprise when I felt something against both my thighs. When I realized it was the plumped up balls of the dildo, I started slamming myself against it more and more energetically. I moaned loudly as, for the second time, the surge of cups of cum sped through my urethra and hit the faucet with strength.
"Oi!" There was once more a pinch in my nuts. I didn’t know if the cause was the tightness of the sack, the demand it required of them to produce all that man milk, or anything else. Right now, I didn’t care either.
With a popping sound from the wall, I let myself drop to my knees, exhausted and blissful. I stayed a few minutes under the warm jet of the shower, feeling the artificial dick inside me respond to my slightest movements, until I removed it slowly, careful not to awake the monster, that nevertheless rose to the attention.
I was starving. It would make sense, after jutting out so much baby batter. That’s not even to consider the energy output into each erection.
I moved to my bedroom to grab some underwear : I was home alone, but I was still about to cook. My underwear drawer confused me for a moment, but as I took out each new piece of garment, I could understand what it was. There were a bunch of typical -yet adjusted to the newly gained inches- briefs, boxers and jockstraps. Part of the regalia was now also some sort of sleeves of various colours and patterns with a sewn end that was intended to cover and contain solely the dick, and some kind of balls hammocks, the both could be worn together or separately, and came with various straps similar to suspenders. This was supposed to help with back pain and other similar problems. I also possessed two items that functioned as inner-thigh holster, to secure the penis when doing sports or other similar activities. It could be worn on either leg, and consisted of a waistband attached to two smaller thighbands at adjustable lengths.
In the end, I decided to go commando, and moved to the kitchen in my sweatpants. I turned the boiler on and started cooking some pasta. This should give me enough time to think clearly on my next change.