April 7, 2019
Finally I’m ready to try the new batch on someone other than myself. I have decided to choose my subject on a Sunday so he has time to adjust before resuming a normal workweek. The dosage is moderate, one small scoop in a cup or more of water. The flavor is rather neutral except when combined with chocolate. I have no idea why. Hell, I’m just a hobbyist with this shit and there’s plenty of “I don’t know why”!
I had to linger a bit in the locker room before my subject arrived. A tall, lean fellow of about 40 years with a penchant for loose tank tops and biker shorts. I saw him change into a jockstrap that held his junk just right and don a grey pair of shorts that didn’t really accentuate his average bulge. When his back was turned I swapped his orange shaker cup with an identical one I’d brought with the mixture already prepared.
I watched from a distance and waited to see the effects of my little experiment. Observations were supposed to include the length of time it took for effects to show and the kinds of reactions he might have.
It took about 23 minutes after the first swallow for him to discreetly try to rearrange his jock. I began using equipment next to him to observe more closely. His bulge was noticeably larger and apparently annoying the subject slightly as he attempted several times to get more comfortable. Fuck, this was awesome! In my own experiences there was no pain or itching, just slow steady growth over the course of an hour. I tracked the subject throughout his workout but kept a normal pace of varying distance and closer observations. I also observed a few men blatantly staring approximately 45 minutes after the first swallow. Subject was just finishing ten minutes of cardio and I hurried into the locker room to get into position to observe the shower.
I was half undressed and half a bench away from subjects locker when he appeared. His bulge was nearly at its fullest with about ten minutes of growth time left. I attempted disinterest as he began to strip but made note of his demeanor. Somewhat confused, somewhat disconcerted. I tried to engage by asking if he was okay. He’d said he was good and I got to see him pull off his shorts. His overstuffed jock had given up holding his balls in place and I could see the flesh pushed out on both sides. When he lowered the underwear his huge nuts dropped and swayed heavily. I saw him look around before weighing them in his hand.
I followed him into the shower but he was well distracted and seemed not to notice anyone else. As he showered he repeatedly washed his sac and kept lifting and examining himself. I don’t think he noticed his own cock half hard and drooling a continuous strand of precum.
I was nearly fully dressed when finished his shower and returned to the locker. I made a trip to the bathroom, combed my hair, did anything to stay longer. I watched as the subject pulled his gym bag out and dried himself, applied deodorant, and combed his hair while remaking nude. His cock stayed semi-enlarged and continued to produce slow, thick drips. His balls were the size of two lemons and hung down much further than his cock. When he dressed he put on briefs and the waistband pulled away from his abs due to his considerable mass. I watched him struggle with his jeans before opting to wear the gym shorts home.
I watched from the juice bar as the subject left the gym. His huge bulge was pushing his semi out enough to clearly see his outline. His precum had already begun to soak through both layers.
I caught up to him at his car as I was parked conveniently behind him. I asked him again if he was okay and told him he seemed out of it. I wanted to get more of his reaction to his experience. He was more receptive this time. He began telling me he feels great but he couldn’t fit into his jeans that he wore today. I nodded and looked at his crotch. I remarked that it’s obvious he was more “gifted” than average. He smiled and thanked me for the compliment. I couldn’t stop staring. His final size was incredible. He didn’t move and let me have a good look. I watched as the precum stain grew larger and his cock grew harder. He reached into his underwear as I watched and grunted as he tried arranging things. I looked at his face and saw the faraway stare of a man lost in lust.
I opened my car door to shield up from view of the sidewalk and nearby buildings and when I looked back I saw he had hitched his shorts and briefs under that prodigious ballsac. His solid boner was a broken tap and the precum in a solid line. He faced me and smiled. I felt like I was being viewed as prey. Strong hands gripped my shoulders and pushed. He said nothing but his cock throbbed in my face as I sank to my knees. His precum puddled on my T-shirt collar as his head swelled a centimeter from my lips. I heard him repeating “yes!” as he pushed his hardness down my throat.
Finally I’m ready to try the new batch on someone other than myself. I have decided to choose my subject on a Sunday so he has time to adjust before resuming a normal workweek. The dosage is moderate, one small scoop in a cup or more of water. The flavor is rather neutral except when combined with chocolate. I have no idea why. Hell, I’m just a hobbyist with this shit and there’s plenty of “I don’t know why”!
I had to linger a bit in the locker room before my subject arrived. A tall, lean fellow of about 40 years with a penchant for loose tank tops and biker shorts. I saw him change into a jockstrap that held his junk just right and don a grey pair of shorts that didn’t really accentuate his average bulge. When his back was turned I swapped his orange shaker cup with an identical one I’d brought with the mixture already prepared.
I watched from a distance and waited to see the effects of my little experiment. Observations were supposed to include the length of time it took for effects to show and the kinds of reactions he might have.
It took about 23 minutes after the first swallow for him to discreetly try to rearrange his jock. I began using equipment next to him to observe more closely. His bulge was noticeably larger and apparently annoying the subject slightly as he attempted several times to get more comfortable. Fuck, this was awesome! In my own experiences there was no pain or itching, just slow steady growth over the course of an hour. I tracked the subject throughout his workout but kept a normal pace of varying distance and closer observations. I also observed a few men blatantly staring approximately 45 minutes after the first swallow. Subject was just finishing ten minutes of cardio and I hurried into the locker room to get into position to observe the shower.
I was half undressed and half a bench away from subjects locker when he appeared. His bulge was nearly at its fullest with about ten minutes of growth time left. I attempted disinterest as he began to strip but made note of his demeanor. Somewhat confused, somewhat disconcerted. I tried to engage by asking if he was okay. He’d said he was good and I got to see him pull off his shorts. His overstuffed jock had given up holding his balls in place and I could see the flesh pushed out on both sides. When he lowered the underwear his huge nuts dropped and swayed heavily. I saw him look around before weighing them in his hand.
I followed him into the shower but he was well distracted and seemed not to notice anyone else. As he showered he repeatedly washed his sac and kept lifting and examining himself. I don’t think he noticed his own cock half hard and drooling a continuous strand of precum.
I was nearly fully dressed when finished his shower and returned to the locker. I made a trip to the bathroom, combed my hair, did anything to stay longer. I watched as the subject pulled his gym bag out and dried himself, applied deodorant, and combed his hair while remaking nude. His cock stayed semi-enlarged and continued to produce slow, thick drips. His balls were the size of two lemons and hung down much further than his cock. When he dressed he put on briefs and the waistband pulled away from his abs due to his considerable mass. I watched him struggle with his jeans before opting to wear the gym shorts home.
I watched from the juice bar as the subject left the gym. His huge bulge was pushing his semi out enough to clearly see his outline. His precum had already begun to soak through both layers.
I caught up to him at his car as I was parked conveniently behind him. I asked him again if he was okay and told him he seemed out of it. I wanted to get more of his reaction to his experience. He was more receptive this time. He began telling me he feels great but he couldn’t fit into his jeans that he wore today. I nodded and looked at his crotch. I remarked that it’s obvious he was more “gifted” than average. He smiled and thanked me for the compliment. I couldn’t stop staring. His final size was incredible. He didn’t move and let me have a good look. I watched as the precum stain grew larger and his cock grew harder. He reached into his underwear as I watched and grunted as he tried arranging things. I looked at his face and saw the faraway stare of a man lost in lust.
I opened my car door to shield up from view of the sidewalk and nearby buildings and when I looked back I saw he had hitched his shorts and briefs under that prodigious ballsac. His solid boner was a broken tap and the precum in a solid line. He faced me and smiled. I felt like I was being viewed as prey. Strong hands gripped my shoulders and pushed. He said nothing but his cock throbbed in my face as I sank to my knees. His precum puddled on my T-shirt collar as his head swelled a centimeter from my lips. I heard him repeating “yes!” as he pushed his hardness down my throat.