As Allan ran he felt great. He noticed a little pressure increase on
his bladder,but it subsided as he started to sweat, as he ran with the
Cross Country Team as they prepared for their upcoming marathon. Allan
didn't realize that his enhanced pants actually altered and enhanced
Allan's body to provide the constant stream of cum that the shorts
were required to suck his balls and to fill his gut with that cum. The
shorts massaged his body with each stride. It wasn't just a pair of
skintight shorts - it was an organic milking machine.
Allan had a low body fat ratio, but that ratio plummeted as Allan's
body converted his body fat into semen and sperm. Allan's balls had
grown from the size of robin eggs to the size of tennis balls. Allan
found himself dropping back from the pack of the runners. He could
hear a sloshing sound coming from his aching belly. He looked down and
saw that his abs were stretched and bloated outward in the gap between
his t-shirt and his shorts. He stopped and breathed hard. He lifted
his swollen belly out of the way and saw how big his balls had grown.
Even though he was no longer running, he felt the massaging continuing
by his shorts. He moaned as he felt the constant stream of cum pumping
out of his penis and the stream filling his bowels.
"How? Oh, I've got to get you off before my guts bust," he says
sticking his fingers into your waistband. He pulls down. But the
modified shorts won't come off. The sleeve around Allan's cock and
balls is fused to Allan's flesh. The hose going up his anus seems to
have swollen inside and is acting as a butt plug. Allan starts to
tear up. He pulls the shorts back up. He starts to run. He's got to
get to the Chronivac before his intestine ruptures.