You walk over to a machine labeled "CV" in large army stencil letters. The machine consists of a large chamber with a door and
multiple tubes and vents. You open the door and find a control panel with multiple buttons. You idly press a few of them, then turn
around to leave. Before you can get out, a chime sounds from the control panel and the door slams shut. Again, you try pushing the
door open, but it will not budge.
Suddenly, a strange blue gas starts pouring from the vents. It smells like a gym locker room and tastes like Gatorade. Despite the good
taste, you know this can't be good and try pushing on the door even harder, but to no avail. You begin to get a tingly sensation in your
crotch and look down at your khakis. You can feel your once average member ballooning to porn star proportions, until you can clearly
make out its shape through the fabric. Your balls swell as well, growing to grapefruit size and pumping new amounts of testosterone
through your body.
The gas has stopped, but you now feel the effects of the hormones. Even though you weren't that strong, you ram yourself into the door
again and bust it from its hinges. You keep running and destroy the first door similarly. Your feet carry you far away from the old lab and
back towards civilization. When you finally stop on the outskirts of town, you realize what has just occurred. The hike in had taken you
hours, but running back had only consumed about 30 minutes...and you were barely winded. You look again at your monster bulge and
can still feel the hormones coursing through you. You get back to your car and drive home to sort things out.
Once you get home, you rush inside, less any of the neighbors notice your new package. You make your way upstairs to the bathroom
and start the shower. Undressing, your mammoth meat flops down and your balls bounce freely against your thighs. You aren't used to
the new weight, but it definitely feels good. You step into the hot water and begin caressing your newly gigantic equipment. Nothing
feels out of the ordinary except for the size. It's also much more sensitive and you begin full-on jerking off.
It feels so good to hold so much flesh between your hands. You begin to caress the large mushroom head, but as your hand nears your
slit, you feel something strange. You open your eyes from the pleasure and find that your entire hand has been swallowed down your
cock. It had stretched to accomodate your hand and was pulling it further down. You wrench your hand free from your cock in shock.
Curiously, you try it again, and watch as your member stretches even larger to fit your arm down to your elbow. You pull it back out and
shut off the water. Getting out and drying off, you make your way downstairs. You look around, then find just the right thing. A large,
fresh watermelon. Pressing your cock against the fruit reveals that it can stretch around larger things, too. However, now you can't stop
your member from sucking the melon down its shaft and into your scrotum. You see your sack enlarge before you feel your balls churn
violently. You are filled with immense pleasure and feel the need to jack off again. Doing so, you build up your pleasure until your balls
erupt with your massive load. The watermelon is nowhere to be found, but your giant puddle of semen does smell fruity.
"Oh shit!" you think, "I just digested that watermelon into cum!"
Ignoring the mess you just made, you run upstairs and reach under the bed. There's a blowup doll your friends had bought you as a
joke the other night for your birthday. You were going to throw it out, but now were glad you hadn't. Filling the doll with air, you place the
plastic head against your slit and it immediately takes it in. The pleasure is indescribable as the doll is sucked down your shaft and into
your sack. By the time it reachs its final destination, you're ready to blow. You feel the churning begin to start, but you attempt to
suppress it. Surprisingly, it stops immediately and you are left with a human-sized bulge in your sack. You try to push it back out, and
the doll returns, unharmed. You flip it around and try it again, this time stopping it again but leaving it in there. It feels really good to
have something in your sack, so you walkaround the house a little. You go back downstairs and clean up your earlier mess with the doll
inside you before going back upstairs and digesting it. You manage to hold your pleasure to keep from making another mess and are
simply left with a larger sack sloshing with cum.
You can't help but get some erotic thoughts at the new possibilities. You want to go test this out on somebody, but where?