A Growing Concern
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Part 2
Inside the notebook was one of the most fragmented, poorly written, and frankly unbelievable stories Kurt had ever read. The thing was part journal, part workout log, and part vanity mirror for a middle manager formerly employed at Ingen named Biff.
In the very first entry the writer talked allot about the corporations buy out by a larger firm Prokter and Gimble. As soon as the new bosses had come in they had immediately given everyone a one month notice and stripped the place near bare.
All of the doctors and PHD's have been given new contracts and carted off somewhere while everyone without an honorific in front of their name was left twisting in the wind, as there days dwindled slowly down to nothing.
It was when Biff walked into his office to find all his furniture, his computer, and everything else gone that he decided to take action.
While he hadn't known much about the inner workings of the medical side of things he did know why Ingen was suddenly bought up. After once mentioning he use to lift to a lab tech he took smoke breaks with, the man had excitedly told him about a new steroid drug they were working with. Originally designed to help the elderly and those with muscle wasting diseases, the stuff was so amazing that it was going to take the work by storm if they ever got approval.
A few weeks later Prokter and Gimble bought everything and he was willing to bet that it was all for that one miracle drug. He did a little digging and found that the very last of the test batches were going to be moved out the next day. So that night Biff parked himself in his office until he was sure everyone had left and went into secured storage to help himself.
He managed to snag a whole box for himself, the very box that was sitting on Kurt's kitchen table filled to the brim with the drug. He had continued to go to work till his last day and had never heard a peep about the theft, so his first Monday of joblessness he had decided to try some out.
The stuff was a topical cream and acording to the label very concentrated. He had been more than a bit nervous about being a guinea pig but if the stuff worked he was sitting on a gold mine. Pro's would pay thousands for the next new drug so long as it worked.
He had snapped the first photo of himself and applied a small dab to each of his major muscle groups, his chest, his arms and his legs before he started lifting. It was only minutes before he knew something was different. His whole body seemed to tingle and his muscles seemed to burn. But it wasn't a tired last set burn, more like a deep penetrating sauna heat.
Biff had attacked the weights like an animal lifting more weight, harder and faster than he ever had even at his peak. When he finished lifting, he barely felt tired and ran outside to do some cardio. He ran four miles without breaking a sweat before coming back in and doing his whole routine again but this time he went heavy.
By the end of the week Biff had used the remainder of the tube to transform himself into a walking sex god. It seemed that at some point he had given up on the idea of ever selling the cream and why would he? He could make just as money off of his own body now. Why would he want to make it possible for others to become like him?
The only other mystery was why he had left the box and his diary in the basement. Did he leave it for another to find, and if so why had it been hidden so well? Did he leave it and mean to come back for it? Had the company that made the product tracked him down? None of that seemed to matter much to Kurt as he closed the book and tossed it back onto the kitchen table.
His hands shook as he imagined himself with a body likes Biffs and what he could do with it. He snatched back up the camera as he flicked back though the pictures. They were just as impressive the second time. A small part of his mind was ringing with alarm. Perhaps it wasnt the wisest thing to use some experimental drug this powerful he had randomly found in his basement.
Fuck it! swore curt as he reached into the box and grabbed a tube. He headed into his bathroom as he remembered the rough directions given in the notebook. One dime sized spot on the major muscle groups. He broke the seal tube before squeezing a small amount out onto his palm. For whatever reason the plain white cream seemed unimpressive just sitting there in his hand. Some part of him had expected more.
He quickly rubbed the cream into his shoulders and arms, before repeating the process with his chest, abs, and legs. Maybe it was nerves, but his pulse jumped soon after he finished and he felt on edge. A slight tingling sensation was now evident everywhere and the implications made other parts of him tingle as he slipped back into his running clothes and walked downstairs into the basement.
He started with some stretches and a few light free weights and was surprised at just how little strength he seemed to have lost since his last time in the gym. No doubt part was due to the cream, as he moved into the heavier stuff. Kurt was further astounded to find that after only a set or two he was soon lifting his old max, and a set or two after that he putting more plates on the bar.
Every rep seemed to pump his muscles full of more and more blood as the bar moved up and down. An invigorating heat seemed to settle in his body as the minutes ticked by. Soon an hour was gone, then two, and as Kurt racked the weights in the last set in what must have been the worlds most epic workout he looked up to see that nearly four hours had gone by.
During that time Kurt hadnt stopped for so much as a breather. Sweat coated all of his clothes and much of the equipment used making the whole place smell like a well-used locker room, as he pulled his sopping shirt off and used it to dab at the rest of him. He had done nearly every lift he had ever learned and still found that he only had a pleasant tiredness like after a long run.
As he stood and moved to the basement bathroom, his whole body felt different somehow. Light and tighter, he walked with a little spring in his step that hadnt been there before, but it still didnt get him ready for what he saw in the mirror. Every muscle looked pumped and big as he flexed his arms above his head. His biceps and triceps looked corded and powerful, and thicker by inches as he turned to his chest.
Meaty and defined without looking barrel chested, his pecks looked great and he watched a bead of sweat run between them and down the gentle cobbles of his new six pack. He ran a hand down them to find that they were as hard as they looked and didnt vanish when he moved the right way.
He noted his gym shorts seemed to fit a bit looser in the waist and tighter in the ass as he slid both them and his boxers off leaving him nude. His waist did seem to have a bit more taper contributing to that trimmed down and toned look but his ass defiantly looked like he did lots of squats and dead lifts. His quads looked much thicker and defined and his calves, which had already been fairly good before now looked fantastic.
The whole package looked quite stunning and he was unsurprised to find himself sporting major wood. It was the first time he could ever remember himself getting turned on at the sight of himself and he felt guilty for all of two seconds before he turned to get a better look. He had never been into guys before but everyone looked this good he certainly couldnt blame them.
His dick stood out like a flag poll in front of him in one of the strongest erections he could remember. He didnt think it was any bigger than normal but it was certainly his best showing. The rest of him seemed ravenously horny as slick pre began to dribble from his slit. His eyes flicked to the tube of cream on the counter as his cock bobbed and he knew it was time to go all the way.
He squeezed out a bit more than a dine sized patch onto his palm and was just about to lather it onto his cock when he remembered that his balls needed some love too, and a nice set of bull sized low hangers would look quite nice. He gently rubbed the cream into his sac, trying to evenly spread it when that warm tingly feeling started in his balls. It felt almost the same as earlier but more focused which made since. Soon though it began to feel quite good as a full blue ball felling came over him, like he hadn't jacked off in weeks or he had been edging for hours.
Kurt gave a low moan as he hurried to squirt more into his hand, a bit more this time, and slather it on to his cock. The cool cream felt good at first till that same heat flowed into his cock. Suddenly it was like a hot coal in his hands as he began to stroke it feverishly. Every vein bulged angrily as it absorbed the drug making it look fatter and thicker than its normal sixish inches.
The thought of it growing in his very hand drew another moan as Kurt's hips got into the action and he thrust into his hand. It should have hurt as fast and hard as he was going but his dick was spitting out so much lube it was unreal. Pre was bubbling out of his tip like a faucet and coated his hand, before dripping down to the floor.
Every inch seemed to be on fire as Kurt grew quite carried away. After one good thrust his hand gripped a bit too hard as he gave himself a nice tug. It nearly make his knees go wobbly as he began gripping and tugging far harder than he usually would. His cock seemed to revel in it, shooting clear streamers of pre all over the mirror on every other stroke. A tightness grew at his base that felt almost like an impending organism but different someone. Kurt, had he been able to think, would have wondered HOW he hadn't already cum, nearly five minutes into what was surely the most pleasurable and intense masturbatory experience of his life.
As he neared the ten minute mark part of him wished it would stop. No matter how hard he tired his orgasm seemed to be just out of reach and the tightness at the base of his dick was growing almost painful. The amount of pre coating the mirror and sink was near comical. His balls seemed to weight ten pounds each and strained at his sac as they swung wildly to and fro from his thrusts.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE!" yelled Kurt as he kept trying to cum. It was one thing not to be able to get it up be he didn't think in entire history of recorded man that there had ever been another with quite his problem. His cock felt as hard as a steel girder and if his balls got any fuller cum would surely shoot from his noise.
Then it happened.
It felt as if something snapped at the root of his dick.
His cock trembled in his hand as he felt something give and FORCE more blood into it.
He felt the new girth literally push his fingers apart as every vein and vessel ballooned.
He watched as his mushroom head grew wider and longer and felt his shaft jump till it partially filled his hand.
His newly heavy cum factories pulled up into his groin as he felt the first of many jets ripple down his cock.
It seemed to go on, and on, and on, and on till at last Kurt slid to the floor exhausted, spent, and sticky.
"What the fuck is in that stuff," muttered Kurt as he stared up at the silvery foil tube on the counter.
Inside the notebook was one of the most fragmented, poorly written, and frankly unbelievable stories Kurt had ever read. The thing was part journal, part workout log, and part vanity mirror for a middle manager formerly employed at Ingen named Biff.
In the very first entry the writer talked allot about the corporations buy out by a larger firm Prokter and Gimble. As soon as the new bosses had come in they had immediately given everyone a one month notice and stripped the place near bare.
All of the doctors and PHD's have been given new contracts and carted off somewhere while everyone without an honorific in front of their name was left twisting in the wind, as there days dwindled slowly down to nothing.
It was when Biff walked into his office to find all his furniture, his computer, and everything else gone that he decided to take action.
While he hadn't known much about the inner workings of the medical side of things he did know why Ingen was suddenly bought up. After once mentioning he use to lift to a lab tech he took smoke breaks with, the man had excitedly told him about a new steroid drug they were working with. Originally designed to help the elderly and those with muscle wasting diseases, the stuff was so amazing that it was going to take the work by storm if they ever got approval.
A few weeks later Prokter and Gimble bought everything and he was willing to bet that it was all for that one miracle drug. He did a little digging and found that the very last of the test batches were going to be moved out the next day. So that night Biff parked himself in his office until he was sure everyone had left and went into secured storage to help himself.
He managed to snag a whole box for himself, the very box that was sitting on Kurt's kitchen table filled to the brim with the drug. He had continued to go to work till his last day and had never heard a peep about the theft, so his first Monday of joblessness he had decided to try some out.
The stuff was a topical cream and acording to the label very concentrated. He had been more than a bit nervous about being a guinea pig but if the stuff worked he was sitting on a gold mine. Pro's would pay thousands for the next new drug so long as it worked.
He had snapped the first photo of himself and applied a small dab to each of his major muscle groups, his chest, his arms and his legs before he started lifting. It was only minutes before he knew something was different. His whole body seemed to tingle and his muscles seemed to burn. But it wasn't a tired last set burn, more like a deep penetrating sauna heat.
Biff had attacked the weights like an animal lifting more weight, harder and faster than he ever had even at his peak. When he finished lifting, he barely felt tired and ran outside to do some cardio. He ran four miles without breaking a sweat before coming back in and doing his whole routine again but this time he went heavy.
By the end of the week Biff had used the remainder of the tube to transform himself into a walking sex god. It seemed that at some point he had given up on the idea of ever selling the cream and why would he? He could make just as money off of his own body now. Why would he want to make it possible for others to become like him?
The only other mystery was why he had left the box and his diary in the basement. Did he leave it for another to find, and if so why had it been hidden so well? Did he leave it and mean to come back for it? Had the company that made the product tracked him down? None of that seemed to matter much to Kurt as he closed the book and tossed it back onto the kitchen table.
His hands shook as he imagined himself with a body likes Biffs and what he could do with it. He snatched back up the camera as he flicked back though the pictures. They were just as impressive the second time. A small part of his mind was ringing with alarm. Perhaps it wasnt the wisest thing to use some experimental drug this powerful he had randomly found in his basement.
Fuck it! swore curt as he reached into the box and grabbed a tube. He headed into his bathroom as he remembered the rough directions given in the notebook. One dime sized spot on the major muscle groups. He broke the seal tube before squeezing a small amount out onto his palm. For whatever reason the plain white cream seemed unimpressive just sitting there in his hand. Some part of him had expected more.
He quickly rubbed the cream into his shoulders and arms, before repeating the process with his chest, abs, and legs. Maybe it was nerves, but his pulse jumped soon after he finished and he felt on edge. A slight tingling sensation was now evident everywhere and the implications made other parts of him tingle as he slipped back into his running clothes and walked downstairs into the basement.
He started with some stretches and a few light free weights and was surprised at just how little strength he seemed to have lost since his last time in the gym. No doubt part was due to the cream, as he moved into the heavier stuff. Kurt was further astounded to find that after only a set or two he was soon lifting his old max, and a set or two after that he putting more plates on the bar.
Every rep seemed to pump his muscles full of more and more blood as the bar moved up and down. An invigorating heat seemed to settle in his body as the minutes ticked by. Soon an hour was gone, then two, and as Kurt racked the weights in the last set in what must have been the worlds most epic workout he looked up to see that nearly four hours had gone by.
During that time Kurt hadnt stopped for so much as a breather. Sweat coated all of his clothes and much of the equipment used making the whole place smell like a well-used locker room, as he pulled his sopping shirt off and used it to dab at the rest of him. He had done nearly every lift he had ever learned and still found that he only had a pleasant tiredness like after a long run.
As he stood and moved to the basement bathroom, his whole body felt different somehow. Light and tighter, he walked with a little spring in his step that hadnt been there before, but it still didnt get him ready for what he saw in the mirror. Every muscle looked pumped and big as he flexed his arms above his head. His biceps and triceps looked corded and powerful, and thicker by inches as he turned to his chest.
Meaty and defined without looking barrel chested, his pecks looked great and he watched a bead of sweat run between them and down the gentle cobbles of his new six pack. He ran a hand down them to find that they were as hard as they looked and didnt vanish when he moved the right way.
He noted his gym shorts seemed to fit a bit looser in the waist and tighter in the ass as he slid both them and his boxers off leaving him nude. His waist did seem to have a bit more taper contributing to that trimmed down and toned look but his ass defiantly looked like he did lots of squats and dead lifts. His quads looked much thicker and defined and his calves, which had already been fairly good before now looked fantastic.
The whole package looked quite stunning and he was unsurprised to find himself sporting major wood. It was the first time he could ever remember himself getting turned on at the sight of himself and he felt guilty for all of two seconds before he turned to get a better look. He had never been into guys before but everyone looked this good he certainly couldnt blame them.
His dick stood out like a flag poll in front of him in one of the strongest erections he could remember. He didnt think it was any bigger than normal but it was certainly his best showing. The rest of him seemed ravenously horny as slick pre began to dribble from his slit. His eyes flicked to the tube of cream on the counter as his cock bobbed and he knew it was time to go all the way.
He squeezed out a bit more than a dine sized patch onto his palm and was just about to lather it onto his cock when he remembered that his balls needed some love too, and a nice set of bull sized low hangers would look quite nice. He gently rubbed the cream into his sac, trying to evenly spread it when that warm tingly feeling started in his balls. It felt almost the same as earlier but more focused which made since. Soon though it began to feel quite good as a full blue ball felling came over him, like he hadn't jacked off in weeks or he had been edging for hours.
Kurt gave a low moan as he hurried to squirt more into his hand, a bit more this time, and slather it on to his cock. The cool cream felt good at first till that same heat flowed into his cock. Suddenly it was like a hot coal in his hands as he began to stroke it feverishly. Every vein bulged angrily as it absorbed the drug making it look fatter and thicker than its normal sixish inches.
The thought of it growing in his very hand drew another moan as Kurt's hips got into the action and he thrust into his hand. It should have hurt as fast and hard as he was going but his dick was spitting out so much lube it was unreal. Pre was bubbling out of his tip like a faucet and coated his hand, before dripping down to the floor.
Every inch seemed to be on fire as Kurt grew quite carried away. After one good thrust his hand gripped a bit too hard as he gave himself a nice tug. It nearly make his knees go wobbly as he began gripping and tugging far harder than he usually would. His cock seemed to revel in it, shooting clear streamers of pre all over the mirror on every other stroke. A tightness grew at his base that felt almost like an impending organism but different someone. Kurt, had he been able to think, would have wondered HOW he hadn't already cum, nearly five minutes into what was surely the most pleasurable and intense masturbatory experience of his life.
As he neared the ten minute mark part of him wished it would stop. No matter how hard he tired his orgasm seemed to be just out of reach and the tightness at the base of his dick was growing almost painful. The amount of pre coating the mirror and sink was near comical. His balls seemed to weight ten pounds each and strained at his sac as they swung wildly to and fro from his thrusts.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE!" yelled Kurt as he kept trying to cum. It was one thing not to be able to get it up be he didn't think in entire history of recorded man that there had ever been another with quite his problem. His cock felt as hard as a steel girder and if his balls got any fuller cum would surely shoot from his noise.
Then it happened.
It felt as if something snapped at the root of his dick.
His cock trembled in his hand as he felt something give and FORCE more blood into it.
He felt the new girth literally push his fingers apart as every vein and vessel ballooned.
He watched as his mushroom head grew wider and longer and felt his shaft jump till it partially filled his hand.
His newly heavy cum factories pulled up into his groin as he felt the first of many jets ripple down his cock.
It seemed to go on, and on, and on, and on till at last Kurt slid to the floor exhausted, spent, and sticky.
"What the fuck is in that stuff," muttered Kurt as he stared up at the silvery foil tube on the counter.
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Definitely one of my favorite stories ever. I really hope you keep writing!! Love all the descriptions of the transformation.
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Okay, this story is pushing all the right buttons so far. Can't wait to read more! Thanks!
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Definitely hot! Look forward to more. Wanna hear about bulge stares n softie showing
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Part 3
A frustrated Kurt tossed the last paper towel into a trash bag as he finished cleaning the basement bathroom. It had taken almost an hour but it at least it no longer looked like a bukkake movie set, and now had an light pine sent instead of just smelling like cum. Kurt slipped the foil tube into his pocket, and grabbed the trash bag before heading back upstairs.
He put the bag by the door as he headed back to his room for a much needed shower. As much as he hadn't wanted too, soon after cumming he had realized that he was either going to be cleaning up now with mop and towel, or latter with a chisel. Now he just wanted a shower.
Kurt slipped out of his shorts and shit before tossing the cream onto the nightstand. When we flicked on his shower he was happy to find that the water was lukewarm instead of cold and rapidly getting hotter. He stepped back and caught his reflection as he thought back to his rather crazy discovery of the cream and all that it had done for him. He looked cut and pumped with a solid meaty chest tapering down to an attractive waistline set off by his solid six pack. All the extra fluff had been trimmed away making him look much healthier, and slightly younger.
His arms looked great and his traps and shoulders looked fantastic as he stood and flexed in the mirror. It was nothing, that anyone who really worked at it couldn't achieve over say a year or so, but the way he had come about it had been so much sweeter.
As he looked down his smile grew even wider. His thick softy dangled a delightfully long way down his leg as his hand scooped it up. It was an easy five inches soft and as thick as his former hard on had been. It didn't say soft long as Kurt felt it pulse and grow under his fingers menacingly. Like a water balloon attached to a fire hose, he was fully hard in no time at all as he stared back at himself.
He had no ruler with him but he looked to have gained more than inch in length, and perhaps almost two. That would have put him at just under eight inches and impressively thick. His mushroom head flared noticeably wider than the rest of his shaft, as a network of ropey veins feed the beast. Kurt flexed his groin muscles and tried to force more blood into it, and was rewarded as everything momentarily swelled.
He did it again this time pinching at the base trapping all the blood before flexing again. Every vein seemed to thicken as more appeared and his cobra like head grew fatter. He continued to hold it as his cock turned a deep crimson color before releasing.
"Fuck you're huge," said Kurt looking down as he felt the tug his cock's weight before looking up at the mirror again. It was too fogged to see anything now as he at last stepped into the shower. He was quite dirty as he showered himself down and it felt good to finically be clean again. Dried sweat and other fluids were caked on everywhere, and he knew his BO was fierce, but as he finished up it seemed one part of him wasn't done.
His cock seemed to be content to remain rock hard though out the shower, and as he rinsed his hair it still bobbed proudly in front of him. Kurt was a little worried that it would turn out like last time. But worries had never been enough to stop him from jerking it before and this time was no different.
His hand wrapped around the base as he noted with delight that he had to stretch to make his fingers touch. The added length seemed to change the feel of things as his stroke was now just that. There was a beginning, middle, and end before his fingers brushed his tip and it started all over again.
Just like before pre started to dribble from his tip making the strokes even better as his hips began to get into the action. It was nowhere near as good as last time, but it was damn good as Kurt began to think about what to do with his new and improved self. An image of a busty vixen quickly came to mind as stood next to him and stared in shock at his size.
An amalgamation of several playboy bunnies, a stripper he had once seen in action, and his current desktop background, she was smoking. Curvy enough with tits just slightly too large for her body, the red haired bombshell's bright pink nipples were already hard as her mouth formed a silent 'O' of surprise. She slowly went to her knees as on hand reached out to grip him. She ran her hand up and down his rod with her mouth hovering inches away from his tip. Her eyes flicked up to Kurt with a needy expression as he decided to get this little show on the road.
His hands went to the back of her head and pushed as her lips engulfed him and he slid slowly deeper into her mouth. She took him all the way down to the root without a quibble as Kurt thanked his slightly unrealistic but hard working imagination. He pulled slowly out as she sucked on his length, before thrusting smoothly in again. Soon the pair had a good rhythm, and Kurt began to feel a heavy tightness in his balls.
He popped all the way out as her eyes went wide, and one hand went to his rod. He actually felt his cock bulge as the first wad travelled down his cock. It burst from his tip with explosive force as he nailed his intended target. Her tits were soon thoroughly glazed as jet after jet continued to fly forth. At first she looked far happier than any woman should with a mountain of cum on her tits but as Kurt continued her smile slowly faded and a few of his shots went wide.
Nearly a minute and a half after he started, he sent to last spurt home, and steeped back to admire his handy work.
"You finished," she said as she crossed her arms, positively coated in cum.
"Fuck yes," said Kurt panting a bit as she slowly faded revealing a cum soaked shower wall.
His satisfaction lasted only a minute of two as the post coital high came and went leaving his balls feeling just as full as before. His cock slowly began to flag upward again as he swore and tried to think of a solution to his problem. It didn't take long.
"Fuck I need to get laid," said Kurt as he flicked the shower head where it hosed down the cum stained wall, and stepped out of the shower.
Part 3
A frustrated Kurt tossed the last paper towel into a trash bag as he finished cleaning the basement bathroom. It had taken almost an hour but it at least it no longer looked like a bukkake movie set, and now had an light pine sent instead of just smelling like cum. Kurt slipped the foil tube into his pocket, and grabbed the trash bag before heading back upstairs.
He put the bag by the door as he headed back to his room for a much needed shower. As much as he hadn't wanted too, soon after cumming he had realized that he was either going to be cleaning up now with mop and towel, or latter with a chisel. Now he just wanted a shower.
Kurt slipped out of his shorts and shit before tossing the cream onto the nightstand. When we flicked on his shower he was happy to find that the water was lukewarm instead of cold and rapidly getting hotter. He stepped back and caught his reflection as he thought back to his rather crazy discovery of the cream and all that it had done for him. He looked cut and pumped with a solid meaty chest tapering down to an attractive waistline set off by his solid six pack. All the extra fluff had been trimmed away making him look much healthier, and slightly younger.
His arms looked great and his traps and shoulders looked fantastic as he stood and flexed in the mirror. It was nothing, that anyone who really worked at it couldn't achieve over say a year or so, but the way he had come about it had been so much sweeter.
As he looked down his smile grew even wider. His thick softy dangled a delightfully long way down his leg as his hand scooped it up. It was an easy five inches soft and as thick as his former hard on had been. It didn't say soft long as Kurt felt it pulse and grow under his fingers menacingly. Like a water balloon attached to a fire hose, he was fully hard in no time at all as he stared back at himself.
He had no ruler with him but he looked to have gained more than inch in length, and perhaps almost two. That would have put him at just under eight inches and impressively thick. His mushroom head flared noticeably wider than the rest of his shaft, as a network of ropey veins feed the beast. Kurt flexed his groin muscles and tried to force more blood into it, and was rewarded as everything momentarily swelled.
He did it again this time pinching at the base trapping all the blood before flexing again. Every vein seemed to thicken as more appeared and his cobra like head grew fatter. He continued to hold it as his cock turned a deep crimson color before releasing.
"Fuck you're huge," said Kurt looking down as he felt the tug his cock's weight before looking up at the mirror again. It was too fogged to see anything now as he at last stepped into the shower. He was quite dirty as he showered himself down and it felt good to finically be clean again. Dried sweat and other fluids were caked on everywhere, and he knew his BO was fierce, but as he finished up it seemed one part of him wasn't done.
His cock seemed to be content to remain rock hard though out the shower, and as he rinsed his hair it still bobbed proudly in front of him. Kurt was a little worried that it would turn out like last time. But worries had never been enough to stop him from jerking it before and this time was no different.
His hand wrapped around the base as he noted with delight that he had to stretch to make his fingers touch. The added length seemed to change the feel of things as his stroke was now just that. There was a beginning, middle, and end before his fingers brushed his tip and it started all over again.
Just like before pre started to dribble from his tip making the strokes even better as his hips began to get into the action. It was nowhere near as good as last time, but it was damn good as Kurt began to think about what to do with his new and improved self. An image of a busty vixen quickly came to mind as stood next to him and stared in shock at his size.
An amalgamation of several playboy bunnies, a stripper he had once seen in action, and his current desktop background, she was smoking. Curvy enough with tits just slightly too large for her body, the red haired bombshell's bright pink nipples were already hard as her mouth formed a silent 'O' of surprise. She slowly went to her knees as on hand reached out to grip him. She ran her hand up and down his rod with her mouth hovering inches away from his tip. Her eyes flicked up to Kurt with a needy expression as he decided to get this little show on the road.
His hands went to the back of her head and pushed as her lips engulfed him and he slid slowly deeper into her mouth. She took him all the way down to the root without a quibble as Kurt thanked his slightly unrealistic but hard working imagination. He pulled slowly out as she sucked on his length, before thrusting smoothly in again. Soon the pair had a good rhythm, and Kurt began to feel a heavy tightness in his balls.
He popped all the way out as her eyes went wide, and one hand went to his rod. He actually felt his cock bulge as the first wad travelled down his cock. It burst from his tip with explosive force as he nailed his intended target. Her tits were soon thoroughly glazed as jet after jet continued to fly forth. At first she looked far happier than any woman should with a mountain of cum on her tits but as Kurt continued her smile slowly faded and a few of his shots went wide.
Nearly a minute and a half after he started, he sent to last spurt home, and steeped back to admire his handy work.
"You finished," she said as she crossed her arms, positively coated in cum.
"Fuck yes," said Kurt panting a bit as she slowly faded revealing a cum soaked shower wall.
His satisfaction lasted only a minute of two as the post coital high came and went leaving his balls feeling just as full as before. His cock slowly began to flag upward again as he swore and tried to think of a solution to his problem. It didn't take long.
"Fuck I need to get laid," said Kurt as he flicked the shower head where it hosed down the cum stained wall, and stepped out of the shower.
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