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Noisebridge needs money to run. Quite a lot, actually. Its about $8,350/mo.
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Centimeter by centimeter he watched his cock grow thicker,
 +
spreading Christa's cunt ever wider in its wake.  Both of her hands came
 +
down to grip the base of his cock as she looked down in disbelief.  At
 +
least six inches were outside of her now, and she had taken him nearly all
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the way before.  Curt opened his eyes and stared in disbelief. He was
 +
growing even faster this time!  His cumming continued to make him buck
 +
like a bronco as his shaft grew ever more horse-like. Thicker and longer
 +
-twined with huge, thick veins- his erection plowed into Christa's tight
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bush like a dog trying to fit into a rabbit hole.  
  
<big>'''[[Donate or Pay Dues| Click here for info on how to pay your Membership Dues]].'''</big>
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"Ahhh!  Curt!  Omigod ... you're goin' too ... far!"
  
=== Monthly Expenses and Dues ===
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Drastically, Curt tried to pull himself out of Christa before he
 +
hurt her.  Her moaning and bucking were intense and -just before he could-
 +
he felt himself hit a massive climax.  Rigid, he watched as his cock
 +
rocketed upwards in size, spreading her cunt lips and making her squeal
 +
half in pain, half in ecstasy.  His balls pumped and churned as they lay
 +
heavy on his thighs.  In shock he looked at them, tangled in their mass of
 +
pubic hair.  Each was larger than a large grapefruit!  His shaft had to be
 +
at least three and a half inches across and nearly sixteen inches long!
 +
The spasm began to fade, but the tingling in his balls remained.  Orgasm
 +
subsiding, Curt felt his body grow limp in its wake.
  
{| border="0"
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Slowly, Christa pulled off of him and slumped next to him on her
! Typical monthly amount
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bed.  
! Expense category
 
! Notes
 
|-
 
|$4,356.00
 
|Rent
 
|Up from $3960 several years ago, and our current lease runs out next year
 
|-
 
|$1,578.16
 
|Tor Project
 
|Self-supporting but income is counted in our totals
 
|-
 
|$700
 
|Club Mate
 
|Purchased in bulk and made available for donation in the space, self-supporting
 
|-
 
|$550
 
|PG&E Electric Utility
 
|Will add more info.
 
|-
 
|$235.35
 
|Accounting
 
|Mostly CPA fees for dealing with the state
 
|-
 
|$292.10
 
|Garbage & Recycling
 
|Twice weekly pickup is more expensive
 
|-
 
|$189.29
 
|Printing
 
|T-shirts and stickers
 
|-
 
|$183.48
 
|Insurance
 
|An annual expense
 
|-
 
|$75
 
|Internet
 
|Monkeybrains
 
|-
 
|$150
 
|Water
 
|SFPUC
 
|-
 
|$25.33
 
|Misc
 
|PO box, misc 2169 repair supplies
 
|}
 
  
=== Financial Reports ===
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His massive rod stood up from his midsection like a bent flagpole.
 +
Gobs of his cum dripped from Christa's stretched cunt as she panted for
 +
breath and rubbed her delicate hands over Curt's chest.  Opening her eyes,
 +
she glanced at Curt's waist and shook her head slowly.  "God, Curt...  I
 +
don't believe it." She smiled, and nuzzled the smaller man's neck -her
 +
glistening breasts pressing against his chest.  "Th' bigger th' better,
 +
I've always said...  I don't think I've Ever been this turned-on!"
  
'''Financial Report - November 08, 2017'''
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Curt returned her smile and kissed Christa gently on the cheek.
 +
He tenderly stroked her breasts, fingertips lingering on her aureoles and
 +
nipples.  "Yeah, but any bigger and only a Clydesdale would be able to
 +
take all of me..."
  
Noisebridge has $80,315.65 in the bank.
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Christa shrugged as she nestled into the size of Curt's body.
 +
"Maybe," she said conspiratorially, "that wouldn't be all that bad." With
 +
that cryptic remark, Christa closed her eyes and gently drifted off to an
 +
erotic sleep.  
  
_Breakdown:_
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The next few days were difficult.  Even when not erect, Curt's new
$42,364.28 in the general fund, which is just over 7 months of critical expenses.
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endowments were extremely obvious. His penis hung all the way to his
$26,092.66 for Noisetor
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knees and was nearly as thick as a peppermill. Still, that was the least
$5,622.15 in the equipment fund
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of his problems. It was possibly due to the extreme exposure his balls
$2,947.48 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation
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had been given to the original formula, but they'd been growing at an even
$1,412.96 in the broadcast fund
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faster rate than the rest of him. Each was the size of a grapefruit and
$1121.35 in the laser maintenance fund
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always seemed to carry the tell-tale signs of that tingling sensation
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
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-together they spanned nearly a foot from side-to-side in front of his
$200 in the Accessibility Fund
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groin.  It wasn't easy to conceal his massive endowments.  
$179.77 in the Elevator Repair Fund
 
$XXX in the Roguelike Celebration fund (placeholder—all roguelike moneys treated as general fund until we reconcile numbers)
 
  
Notes:
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It also hadn't been easy to resist Christa's advancements.  She
 +
was so turned on by his recent growth, he wasn't sure she would ever stop
 +
making him bigger.  She'd offered to tit-fuck him if he ever got too big,
 +
and to masturbate him if it went much further beyond that.  Curt had to
 +
admit, it was extremely tempting...  But until he knew he could reverse
 +
the formula, he didn't dare give himself over to that temptation...
  
We’ve paid our rent for November. Our lease is up at the end of August 2018, and not getting renewed. We probably need to raise a bunch of money to move somewhere else.
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Not when the last growth spurt had so radically increased his
 +
size, and the tingle still hadn't gone away...!
  
Some major general fund purchases: We paid to renew our PO box ($490) and our board directors insurance ($1,009). We also paid a $50 fine to the state of California for some paperwork snafu.
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Mostly, he got by during the next week by wearing no pants around
 +
his dorm room, but squeezing into a pair of Zubas whenever he had a class.
 +
Still, he got stares and more than a few proposals from some of the
 +
prettier women (and a few of the guys) in BioChem lab. Still, he'd almost
 +
had to cash in on a few of those "favors" to get help swiping the
 +
necessary compounds from the storage locker.  Luckily, with his standing
 +
in class, it was easy to stay late "working" on a project and being
 +
allowed to "lock-up" after himself.  
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since October 5 and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship, as well as any hosting payments since then.
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Now, after about a week, he thought he may have the solution.
  
Royalty payments were added to the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation, and $125 was spent to file articles of incorporation for an independent nonprofit registered in the state Pennsylvania. Those papers were accepted, so we’re getting an EIN and applying for a 501(c)(3) federal tax exemption.
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The first chemical seemed to be stimulated by sexual arousal and
 +
semen production.  In other words, the more he came, the bigger he got.
 +
Curt also thought that he may get bigger if his cock was in direct contact
 +
with a woman's vaginal juices. Why that would be the case was still a
 +
mystery to him ... in addition to the twin questions of where the extra
 +
mass had come from so quickly and why he could still get 16" erections as
 +
easily as 3 inches... Technically, the blood requirements would be too
 +
high, and he should've been getting light-headed.  
  
$358 in cash donations were added to the laser maintenance fund.
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His cursory examination of himself showed a development of muscle
 +
and ligament tissue along the length of his shaft, and that could account
 +
for his amazing erections, but he couldn't confirm it.  Nonetheless, he
 +
thought as he looked at the light blue liquid, this seemed to be
 +
appropriate to reverse whatever effects had been caused by the original
 +
fluid.  Christa wouldn't be happy, but he had to think of living a normal
 +
life rather than a horse-like stud!  Still, it wouldn't hurt for one last
 +
time.  
  
The Elevator Repair Fund was created and seeded with $200 by consensus. Some call button light replacements were ordered with a matching grant from the Equipment Fund.
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As Curt carefully turned off the Bunsen burner and went to sleep,
 +
he didn't notice the shadowed form slip in through his open window and
 +
walk slowly towards his desk...  
  
The Accessibility Fund was created and seeded with $200 by a city requirement to spend an additional 20% of the cost of any new construction on accessibility improvements. These funds will be allocated by recommendation of the accessibility working group (TBD), which will prioritize the voices of people who are most affected by accessibility problems with the space.
 
  
The Roguelike Celebration has spent $2,062.50 on socks and $531 on metal pins. This event used to be hosted at Noisebridge and still raises money through Noisebridge’s financial infrastructure in exchange for a big donation. We will need to account for all roguelike income and expenses at some point; right now it’s all clumped into the general fund.
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Curt's balls still were tingling as he carefully got out of
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Christa's car at her parent's cabin on Lake Hutton. The sky was clear and
 +
the deeper blue that comes with Evening in Northern Minnesota; the
 +
reflection of the sun off the narrow stream that bubbled down the hill
 +
next to the cabin into the lake was enchanting.  Christa was still
 +
somewhat down since he'd told her that he had developed the reverse
 +
formula and would use it after they had made out this last time.  As she
 +
had said, she really liked men who were freakishly large...  
  
We have a $1,737 payment to Jakprints on October 26, possibly for stickers and t-shirts, but maybe for the Roguelike Celebration. I think this is our usual printer for t-shirts. @patrickod or @maltman23 may be able to confirm if these printing costs are for Noisebridge (general fund) or the Roguelike Celebration (which will be accounted for separately).
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Curt had just smiled past the word "freakishly" and let it go at
 +
that.  
  
One caveat about the numbers in this report: It’s possible that Noisetor revenue since October 9 is missing, and their regularly scheduled hosting payment didn’t go through. If some revenue is reallocated to Noisetor, that would decrease the general fund total and increase the Noisetor total, without changing our overall bank balance. When their hosting payment goes through, that will decrease the Noisetor total and our overall bank balance by $1,547.
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Christa opened the door to the family "hunting lodge" and set down
 +
the bag of groceries on the counter nearby.  The place was huge.  Curt let
 +
out a low whistle of breath as he surveyed the scene. At least ten
 +
trestle tables filled the room beyond the small kitchen in a grand hall
 +
that reminded him of Beowulf's "Herot".  A small balcony ran around the
 +
room about a story overhead and numerous small doors led off from the main
 +
hall into the private bedrooms that filled this place.  Christa hadn't
 +
been kidding when she'd told him her father had liked to hunt with a "few"
 +
friends every autumn.  
  
'''Financial Report - October 05, 2017'''
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The fact that this hunting lodge could house at least thirty men
 +
and their equipment was something she hadn't mentioned.  Nearby, a wooden
 +
sign declared the room rates for the weekend during hunting season.
 +
Apparently, her father also made a tidy sum on the place too...
  
Noisebridge has $83,299.38 in the bank.
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Christa smiled as she pulled out the jar of blue liquid that Curt
 +
had brought from his dorm room.  It was more than twelve times what he
 +
needed, but it wasn't as concentrated as the original formula. He'd just
 +
have to keep adding it until he got it right.  Christa shook her head.  
  
_Breakdown:_
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"Y'know, guys all over the country would kill to have your problem;
$45,058.43 in the general fund, which is about 7-1/2 months of critical expenses.
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and you're going to give it all up..."
$26,822.04 for Noisetor
 
$5,830.12 in the equipment fund
 
$3,037.48 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation
 
$1,412.96 in the broadcast fund
 
$763.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
$XXX in the Roguelike Celebration fund (placeholder—all roguelike moneys treated as general fund until we reconcile numbers)
 
  
Notes:
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Curt shook his head with a crooked grin.  "Well, if I get any
 +
bigger, I'll start having problems walking.  The idea of being hung like
 +
the Eifel Tower may interest me, but not until I can get things under
 +
control!" He chuckled and started bringing in the suitcases from the
 +
porch.  Christa simply grinned as she watched him work and the mass of his
 +
groin shift around in his pants.
  
“Critical expenses” include rent, utilities, Internet, trash collection, insurance, accounting fees, legal fees, bank fees, and state business registration fees, but does not include drink purchases, t-shirt or sticker printing, or payments for repairs and consumables. Critical expenses add up to around $6,000 per month.
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Curt finished putting the suitcases in one bedroom and turned to
 +
join Christa back in the kitchen.  She stood not far from him with her
 +
back to the broad double-doors.  Curt started feeling nervous again.
 +
Sheesh!  She was insatiable!  Slowly, she pulled off her sweater revealing
 +
her massive, heavy assets.  Slowly, she swung the doors shut behind her
 +
and sauntered towards Curt. Running her fingers along the side of his
 +
neck, she gently pushed him backwards towards the bed.  
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since October 2 and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship, as well as their most recent payment for hosting.
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"Christa..."
  
$439.53 in book royalties were added to the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation.
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She shushed him with a single finger and kissed him lightly on the
 +
lips. "Shhh...  If we're gonna make the most of this weekend, we're
 +
starting now..."
  
Some equipment fund money got spent on guitars, audio mixing rack infrastructure, and PS4 controller.
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Slowly, Christa pushed him down, lay provocatively on top of
 +
Curt's body, and rested her ample breasts in his hands.  Curt happily
 +
stroked and fondled them as Christa gently massaged Curt's 16-incher
 +
through the material of his jeans.  Curt drew three rapid, deep breaths of
 +
shuddering pleasure as Christa's talented fingers probed his
 +
grapefruit-sized balls.  As she bent her face down to plant her lips on
 +
his, she deftly undid his button-fly Zubas and pulled down his underwear.  
  
Eventbrite is starting to send us money for the next Roguelike Celebration, which we’re fiscally sponsoring again this year. They’ll be making a 5% donation of their revenue to Noisebridge’s general fund, which they estimate will be around $500, but that may be higher or lower. If they have a surplus when it’s all said and done, we’ll keep it in the bank as the “Roguelike Celebration fund,” for use at the next event. All of the expenses and revenue will be forwarded to treasurer@noisebridge.net for me to crunch the numbers. Until I actually crunch those numbers, though, I’m going to just treat all suspected Roguelike revenue (like mysterious Eventbrite deposits) as “general fund” for the purposes of these financial reports.
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At first, his massive organ got caught in the elastic binder,
 +
making him wince slightly. Christa smiled at his expression and pulled
 +
back from his eager hands to watch what she was doing more carefully.
 +
Gently, she licked his engorged knob and pulled his pants off the rest of
 +
his legs.  More quickly then, she removed his shirt and the rest of her
 +
own clothing so the two rested naked on the king-sized bed. Curt's
 +
enormous flagpole stood at attention to Christa's ministrations as she
 +
licked his knob and repeatedly squeezed his semen-heavy balls. The
 +
tingle, which had been there constantly since the last time they made out,
 +
started to increase even more.  
  
'''Financial Report - October 02, 2017'''
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Slowly though, Christa pulled her mouth away from his cock and
 +
slowly rubbed it down her naked chest, between her breasts and gradually
 +
across her flat, tight belly.  Rising to her knees, she slowly lowered
 +
herself down around the monster organ with a look of ecstatic glee on her
 +
face.  Curt couldn't say anything.  It felt too good.  He just hoped she'd
 +
be able to handle what he became next...
  
Noisebridge has $83,145.56 in the bank.
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Grinding slowly against her cunt, Curt watched as she devoured
 +
inch after inch of his manhood. Five inches; then seven.  Finally ten,
 +
eleven and twelve.  Curt could feel the round end of his prick start
 +
bouncing against the inner wall of Christa's cervix, as she took in all
 +
she could length-wise.  Lowering her hands to the six inches remaining
 +
outside, she stroked his erection as she fucked the upper foot.  Still the
 +
tingling grew.  
  
_Breakdown:_
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With a deep moan, Curt could feel the spunk churning in his balls.  
$43,725.28 in the general fund, which is about nearly 9 months of regular expenses.
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"Watch ... watch out ... Christa. <pant> Here ... here <grunt!> I ...
$28,348.54 for Noisetor
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cum...!" The pressure exploded inside him and spread along his shaft with
$5,922.48 in the equipment fund
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lighting unlike any in the previous experiences. Curt watched as his rod
$2,597.95 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation
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began to grow again.  And grow...
$1,412.96 in the broadcast fund
 
$763.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
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And Grow...
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since September 19th and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship. $288 was added to the laser maintenance fund from the laser maintenance cash donation box.
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And GROW...
  
By my accounting, we have 37 dues-paying members and philanthropists kicking in $2,331.80 each month. It’s possible more people are paying dues in cash, which is harder to trace. I’m following up individually with some people. We have only 14 members who I know to be current on their dues, 2 members on hiatus, and 13 members who may or may not be paying dues or on hiatus but aren’t paying dues with the email address I have on file. We have 23 philanthropists I know to be currently paying dues.
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Inch by inch, his erection grew longer and thicker.  He could
 +
scarcely believe it.  He watched as his once-small penis broke all
 +
boundaries.  Past eighteen inches ... past twenty...  Curt's balls bucked
 +
and pumped their contents into Christa's vagina with a force like a garden
 +
hose.  Spurts of semen squirted from around his embedded cock as it grew
 +
wider and thicker; stretching Christa's cunt ever further. Christa wasn't
 +
getting off... She stayed glued to his boner, riding it like a horse and
 +
crying out in ecstasy as she was expanded beyond belief.  
  
'''Financial Report - September 28, 2017'''
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Twenty-two inches passed and twenty-four neared as Christa was
 +
forced halfway to her feet by the rapid progression.  Curt's cock, now at
 +
least four inches across continued to expand.  Curt gasped as his gaze
 +
settled farther down.  His balls were enormous.
  
Noisebridge has $81,642.30 in the bank.
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The two large sacks bounced and jiggled like bowling-ball sized
 +
water balloons!  More and more cum leaked from Christa's orifice as she
 +
rode and bucked with Curt's hips.  Finally, with a look of pain -or
 +
perhaps resignation at attempting the impossible- Christa pushed with all
 +
her strength against the bed and pulled her cunt off Curt's expanding
 +
member.  Cum spurted up her body, across her tits and drenching her hair.
 +
Still growing, Curt watched with awe as his balls and rod expanded well
 +
into the stallion range of size. Another minute passed and slowly, ever
 +
so slowly, Curt felt the pressure ease and the tingle return to its
 +
normal, background level.  
  
_Breakdown:_
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Weary and panting, Curt closed his eyes and lay back on the bed.
$42,552 in the general fund, which is about 8-1/2 months of regular expenses.
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He could feel his still-stiff pole waving in the gentle breeze of the
$28,305.79 for Noisetor
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air-conditioning. Absently, he felt Christa touch his rod softly. He
$5,922.48 in the equipment fund
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opened his eyes to watch her gently measure along his length and then his
$2,597.95 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation
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balls. She was covered in sweat, cum and excitement. She looked more
$1,412.96 in the broadcast fund
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turned-on than Curt thought a person could look.  
$475.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
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She glanced up triumphantly.  "My God Curt!  You've broken all the
 +
records!  Twenty-six inches long ... twenty-six, Curt!  Your balls are as
 +
big as basketballs and your width is," she measured quickly across his
 +
still engorged knob, "six inches across!" She glanced down at the base of
 +
his rod and smiled.  "An' that's only the tip ... you're at least a good
 +
two inches thicker at the base!" Wiping a handful of cum off her face,
 +
Christa proceeded to slowly slurp it up.  "You always make the best
 +
dinners," she said coyly.
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since September 19th and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship.
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Curt sat up as his cock deflated and started to hand heavily
 +
across his lap.  It took a full two minutes for the erection to go down.
 +
Gingerly, so as not to knock his giant's balls against his knees, his
 +
swung his feet over the bedside.  His dick must've weighed close to
 +
fifteen pounds!  Swinging it over the edge, he could feel it pull heavily
 +
against his midsection and his balls knock together enticingly.  Curt
 +
winced as the tingle got momentarily stronger.  He could almost feel
 +
himself start to rise to attention again.  Gritting his teeth and forcing
 +
himself to remain un-aroused, Curt patted Christa's shoulder.  "Look ...
 +
it's getting tough to resist more sex. Can you get the formula in here
 +
now?"
  
We recently spent $379.74 from the equipment fund and $379.73 from the project-specific donations to the general fund to purchase a MakerBot Ultimate 3D Printer. There is currently a fundraiser for a Prusa I3.
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Broken from her size-induced revelry in Curt's cum, Christa looked
 +
momentarily distracted and crestfallen. Then, with a slow, weary nod of
 +
her head, she walked out of the room to return after a minute with Curt's
 +
mason-jar-sized beaker.  "Well," he said as he dipped a corner of the bed
 +
sheet into the mixture, "say 'goodbye' to 'junior'..." With that, he began
 +
dabbing the blue liquid over his penis and testicles.  It didn't seem to
 +
be drying right away, like the first formula, but it did stain his skin
 +
similarly. After several minutes of generous application, Curt lay back
 +
on the bed and waited.  
  
We just paid our rent for October, so our new post-rent baseline is $42,552. Our previous baseline (September 1st) was $40,054.28, which means that the general fund grew by nearly $2,000 this month.
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And waited.
  
That gain is even more impressive considering we took a dip of $2,500 to buy all of that Club Mate near the beginning of the month and still have about 2/5 of it left.
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And Waited...
  
The expected return on the remaining Club Mate is about $1,200-$1,300.
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An hour passed with no effect.  The tingle was still there.  A
 +
cold chill descended on his heart as he began to suspect that his work had
 +
failed like last time...  
  
So if we count our chickens before they hatch, our general fund grew by $3,200 - $3,300 this month.
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'Like last time...' The thought raced through his head.  Christa
 +
was lying next to him gently rubbing his back.  "Christa..." She looked up
 +
into his eyes slowly.  
  
'''Financial Report - September 19, 2017'''
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Curt cleared his throat.  "Christa; last time I created this
 +
formula, it needed stimulation to work ... this time may be the same."
 +
Christa nodded, a small smile growing on her face as she realized where
 +
this was heading.  "I also used a concentrated version.  I want to know if
 +
you'd like to give me a little ... hand here."
  
Noisebridge has $84,761.46 in the bank.
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Christa's smile broadened as she nodded assent.  She moved to a
 +
position straddling Curt's chest and planted both her arms above his
 +
shoulders.  "Sure ... but this time," she made a rapid motion behind his
 +
field of vision, "we do it my way." In a second, a loose strap had been
 +
looped around each of Curt's wrists, pinning his arms in place above his
 +
head, attached to the headboard. Quickly (and accidentally stepping on
 +
one of Curt's balls in the process), she likewise snared his feet and tied
 +
them in place.  
  
_Breakdown:_
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"Christa?  What're you..."
$45,343.19 in the general fund, which is just over nine months of regular expenses.
 
$28,220.29 for Noisetor
 
$6,336.72 in the equipment fund
 
$2,597.95 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation
 
$1,412.96 in the broadcast fund
 
$475.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
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"Hold on Curt!" she interrupted.  "Let me try this...  Do you agree
 +
to let me pump you off until you shrink down to a more manageable size?"
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since September 16th and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship.
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Curt's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what Christa was
 +
getting at.  After all, it was obvious that was what he had just asked
 +
her.  Slowly, he answered, "yes..." She smiled triumphantly.  
  
'''Financial Report - September 16, 2017 - Including Breakdown of #NB10!'''
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"Just remember you said that..." And she started to lick and pump
 +
him back to a full erection.  Curt moaned in pleasure, and watched her as
 +
she went.  It took two hands, but after a few minutes, she stopped and
 +
left the room.  A minute later, she returned with a massive, six-foot tall
 +
foam-rubber cylinder attached to a pulley and some rope.  Still smiling,
 +
she looped the pulley up and over the ceiling beam that crossed the room
 +
twelve feet overhead.  Then, she tied the ropes -around the bed frame
 +
beneath him- to Curt's hips.  Finally, she pulled the suspended cylinder
 +
down and slid it over Curt's erection.  Fastening hit around his hips as
 +
well.  The whole system was tight.
  
Noisebridge has $84,486.38 in the bank.
+
With a smile and gentle pull on the tube, she said "Let the games
 +
begin..."
  
_Breakdown:_
+
The tube descended along Curt's shaft, erotically caressing its
$45,115.61 in the general fund, which is just over nine months of regular expenses.
+
entire length like a giant cunt. Hell, Curt thought, I've even got room
$28,172.79 for Noisetor
+
to spare!  As he automatically pumped his hips against the sensuous
$6,336.72 in the equipment fund
+
pressure, the tube moved in response, pumping him even more. Between his
$2,597.95 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
+
legs, Christa fondled and licked his balls. The tingle began to increase,
$1,412.96 in the broadcast fund
+
as he neared orgasm. Forcing his head to watch, should he lock in ecstasy
$475.35 in the laser maintenance fund
+
again, Curt glanced at his glans to see the reduction take place.
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
+
It didn't.  Instead, he began to grow again.  Inwardly, he
 +
screamed denial as the erotic sensations clouded his mind and sent it
 +
spiraling to new heights of ecstasy.  Now, his erection truly resembled a
 +
horse-sized schlong.  Even bigger.  As he pumped and came, he watched the
 +
base thicken across his midsection, soon reaching a diameter of at least
 +
ten inches.  He could feel by the rubbing against the inside of the tube
 +
that his cock was at least a foot longer.  Christa laughed in delight.
 +
Curt's balls had expanded to beach-ball size.  There was no way he could
 +
walk now ... not at least without a wheelbarrow to carry his dick around
 +
in.  Far above at the top of the tube, he could see a garbage bag billow
 +
out from the top, collecting the cum that had shot up that far.
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since September 12th and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship. It also takes into account new royalty payments to Thomas’ foundation.
+
The harness kept pumping.
  
We got another big deposit ($1,037.53) into our checking account from Eventbrite. We don’t know why they keep giving us money, but it’s great!
+
"Christa ... take it off; it's not working!"
  
We spent $587.04 from the broadcast fund for A/V, staging, and lighting equipment for the Noisebridge 10th Anniversary Exhibition & Ball (#NB10). Each of the five performers for #NB10 were paid $200 from door and drinks donations, for a total of $1,000. We made several reimbursements from the equipment fund as well related to #NB10. Drinks and other remaining expenses were paid for out of the general fund. The event was extremely net revenue positive for the space.
+
"Oh it's working all-right," she responded, indicating the pulley
 +
and rope.  
  
Miscellaneous #NB10 expenses are described here: https://noisebridge.net/wiki/NB10-Misc-Expenses-Tally
+
"That's not what I mean!" Curt gasped as his own automatic bucking
 +
drove the pump harder along his enlarged member. "The formula ... it
 +
didn't work!"
  
Reimbursed drink expenses were $929.96, mostly reflected in totals from previous financial reports. Total expenses from the event add up to $3,639.24, not counting Club Mate consumed. The bartenders estimated 5 boxes, or 100 bottles, of Club Mate were consumed, previously purchased with general fund money at an estimated total cost of $315. $587.04 of that came from the broadcast fund. $638.01 of that came from the equipment fund. $2,729.19 came from the general fund, inclusive of the estimated cost of Club Mate consumed.
+
Christa smiled. "Sure; it probably does... But I switched it the
 +
other night..."
  
Our total revenue over the long weekend was $4,988.60. Subtracting expenses that were reimbursed from the general fund, the general fund increased by $2,259.41 over the weekend. Subtracting all expenses, our overall total accounts increased by $1,034.36. But spending money from the equipment fund and broadcast fund is a good thing! That money is meant to be spent.
+
Curt's eyes widened, as much in ecstasy as shock. "What?!!! You
 +
replaced it?  <gasp> With what?"
  
(Note: Because this takes into account the estimated cost of Club Mate consumed, technically our cash accounts increased by $1,359.36, and the cash in our general fund increased by $2,574.41. But I think the cost of Club Mate should be included in the accounting for the event, the same way we deducted the cost of purchasing alcohol. The fact that Club Mate was pre-purchased in bulk is immaterial for our purposes of analyzing the event.)
+
Christa shrugged. "Oil, water and food dye... I've got the real
 +
formula in the next room."
  
'''Financial Report - September 12, 2017'''
+
Curt clenched his eyes shut as another shudder ran though him.  As
 +
confused, betrayed and angered as he was with Christa, the sensations of
 +
erotic pleasure, began to overwhelm his mind.  Dully, he began to enjoy
 +
the helpless growth...  Christa walked up to where he lay, gyrating on the
 +
bed and gently lowered her breasts over his face.  Tentatively, Curt's
 +
tongue wandered over her lush surface, searching out the sweat and salt on
 +
her skin.  Smiling, she gradually pulled backwards and grabbed her
 +
sweater.
  
Noisebridge has $84,486.38 in the bank.
+
Curt looked at her confused. "Christa...?"
  
_Breakdown:_
+
With a shrug, she pulled her clothing on and walked to the
$42,965.56 in the general fund, which is just under 9 months of regular expenses.
+
double-doors. "Just gotta few errands to run, Curt... I'll be back." She
$28,172.79 for Noisetor
+
paused and looked back through the door as she left.  "After you've had a
$6,974.73 in the equipment fund
+
little time to grow on me..." With that, she shut the door and left.
$2,522.95 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Foundation
 
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
 
$1,000 to reimburse performers at #NB10
 
$475.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
+
Curt felt the tingle grow as he started to cum again.
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since September 6th, their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship, their subscription payment for their second hosting set-up, and a bunch of little one-off purchases and fees.
+
And again...  And again...  And again...  And again...
  
'''Financial Report - September 6, 2017'''
+
Christa opened the door to her father's hunting lodge with a light
 +
feeling in her heart.  She'd taken her time shopping for the groceries
 +
they'd need this weekend, but then she'd also taken great delight in
 +
imagining how big Curt would get in her absence.  From the kitchen, she
 +
could hear him still grunting and moaning in the master bedroom.  Smiling,
 +
she put the groceries away and pulled off her clothes.  Sultrily, she
 +
walked towards the door.
  
Noisebridge has $79,618.40 in the bank.
+
And stepped in cum.
  
_Breakdown:_
+
Surprised, she looked down at the eight-foot diameter puddle that
$38,601.54 in the general fund, which is under 8 months of regular expenses.
+
oozed from under the door. Holy shit, she thought, how far had he gone?
$28,668.83 for Noisetor
+
She'd only been gone a couple hours... Rapidly she flung open the doors
$6,974.73 in the equipment fund
+
and then stood, staring in erotic fascination. Large droplets of cum
$2,522.95 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
+
covered the ceiling, support beams, walls, bed and windows. The puddle in
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
+
the room was about six inches deep and still warm.  Curt had really grown.
$475.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
+
The foam rubber tube was stretched thicker and longer by an amount
 +
even Christa hadn't expected.  The pulley's still worked, but very
 +
slightly ... Curt's hips couldn't lift up against his five-foot diameter
 +
testicles enough to provide much pull to the pulleys.  His cock, massive
 +
enough when she'd left, strained at it's foam rubber prison ... three full
 +
feet across and sixteen feet long!  Massive, blue veins crisscrossed his
 +
massive erection, still pulsing with his last ejaculation.  Little Curt
 +
was barely visible beyond the monster that had become his genitalia.  Like
 +
a tiny bug on a much larger animal, Curt looked sweaty, tired and ...
 +
aroused.
  
The general fund is below its typical level because of thousands of dollars of reimbursements for Club Mate, alcohol, and t-shirts for the Noisebridge 10th Anniversary Exhibition & Ball. Expect that to flood back in over the weekend.
+
He smiled gently at her as she stepped tenuously into his field of
 +
vision. "I knew you'd get back." He glanced his eyes over the length of
 +
his penis. "Long line at Rainbow?"
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since September 1st, their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship, and their recent $841.20 purchase of a server. It also includes several reimbursements for items available for donation during NB10:
+
Christa smiled and bent forward to lick the cum from his chest,
 +
face and hair.  The large plastic bag she'd put over the top of the tube
 +
had long since ruptured spraying its contents over the room.  His semen
 +
was still warm and delicious. She wrapped her arms around his body and
 +
undid the straps.  Slowly, she removed the equipment and peeled the last
 +
remains of the foam-rubber tube from his pulsing member. God, was it
 +
huge!
  
$404.16 to Ruth for the purchase of Bulleit and beer
+
With trepidation, she pulled it down and gave it a tiny lick on
$460.80 to Jarrod for the purchase of custom t-shirts
+
the underside of it's head. Slowly, she rubbed up and down the length of
 +
his shaft, reveling in the warm feel of the smooth flesh and warm cum
 +
glistening on its broad surface. She turned to Curt, "well, I got my
 +
wish...  Wait here..." With that, she left the room.
  
This total does not separate out project-specific donations for the new 3D printer, but those donations are being recorded appropriately by donate.noisebridge.net. When the project hits the magic number, we will direct money from the general fund and a matching grant from the equipment fund to purchase the new 3D printer.
+
Curt raised an eyebrow. "Where would I go?"
'''
 
Financial Report - September 1, 2017'''
 
  
Noisebridge has $81,810.10 in the bank.
+
A second later she returned.  Curt could hear her enter, but
 +
couldn't see past his own softening erection. After cumming six times in
 +
the last two hours, he was still horny ... it was strange but oddly
 +
pleasurable.  Vaguely, he wondered if he'd ever be un-horny again.  
  
_Breakdown:_
+
Christa walked into his view holding his jar. With a smile she
$40,054.28 in the general fund, which is just over 8 months of regular expenses.
+
shrugged, "I guess you've earned this..." Slowly, she moved to start
$29,457.78 for Noisetor
+
dabbing it on his erection.  
$6,974.73 in the equipment fund
 
$2,472.95 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
 
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
 
$475.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
+
"Wait."
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since August 22nd, their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship, and their most recent payment for hosting. We have paid our rent for September.
+
Surprised, Christa looked up.
  
'''Financial Report - August 22, 2017'''
+
Curt smiled half-crooked.  "I thought we had several days up here
 +
... no reason to go so fast..." Christa looked at Curt, clearly surprised.
 +
He laughed at her expression.  "Well, what did you expect?  I thought you
 +
wanted to see how big I could get?  Let's see what this baby can do..."
  
Noisebridge has $84,809.04 in the bank.
+
Christa smiled slowly and put the jar down on the floor. Making
 +
sure that the bed had rollers she opened the double doors to the main
 +
hall.  They'd need plenty of room for what she had in mind...  
  
_Breakdown:_
+
Curt dropped the steaming spaghetti noodles into the strainer and
$41,598.87 in the general fund, which is over 8 months of regular expenses.
+
ran water over them to wash off the excess starch. With flair, he flopped
$30,946.28 for Noisetor
+
the whole, steaming mass into a serving dish and brought it over to the
$6,974.73 in the equipment fund
+
table in the middle of his small dorm room. The neighbors might complain
$2,438.81 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
+
about the smell of cooking Italian food, but he didn't really care.  
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
 
$475.35 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
+
His over-sized Zubas still took some getting used to, as did the
 +
huge three-footer tucked away beneath them.  With balls the size of
 +
volleyballs it was difficult to hide what he'd become, but he'd have to
 +
learn to live with it.  Christa watched him walk with amusement and a
 +
seductive gleam in her eye.  Now that he was guaranteeably bigger than
 +
anything on two legs, she was always in the mood.
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since August 17th and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship.
+
It was three weeks later.
  
Today we reimbursed Mitch $2,500 for the purchase of a pallet of Club Mate for the space, which will be available to everyone at the regular $4/bottle donation rate. The expected delta between donation revenue and cost of purchase is around $700 for the pallet. We also reimbursed Lady Red $53 from the equipment fund for the purchase of a dress form for the sewing area.
+
Smiling he took their antipasto salads from his soda-fridge and
 +
served their dinner.  It had taken the whole jar, and twelve ejaculations
 +
to undo what had been done to him, and even then he was stuck at this
 +
impossible size.  Still, it could've been worse...  
  
We recently got a $1,956.49 deposit in our checking account from Eventbrite, and your treasurer does not know why. If anyone knows why, let him know for the record.
+
This was the first time they'd been able to get alone together in
 +
weeks; both of their studies for fall finals had been hell. Now they had
 +
the whole three weeks of Christmas break to spend together indulging their
 +
every, carnal desire.  
  
'''Financial Report - August 17, 2017'''
+
"You ready for this break?" asked Christa through a mouthful of
 +
salad.
  
Noisebridge has $86,771.69 in the bank.
+
Curt nodded and started spooning up the noodles and sauce on her
 +
plate.  "Yeah, bio-chem was a real bear ... I'll be glad to take a break
 +
for a few weeks..."
  
_Breakdown:_
+
Christa paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "No, you don't
$43,903 in the general fund, which is nearly 9 months of regular expenses.
+
understand ... are you really ready?"
$30,884.53 for Noisetor
 
$7,027.73 in the equipment fund
 
$2,438.81 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
 
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
 
$142.62 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Notes:
+
Curt put down the spoons he'd been using and crossed his arms.
 +
"We discussed this, no more size games with my prick ... I'm lucky it
 +
reduced to the size it did!  Understand?"
  
This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since August 8th and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship.
+
"O.K. ... o.k. ...  Can't blame a girl for trying, can ya?"
  
Today we reimbursed the laser working group $1,205.67 from the laser maintenance fund for purchases of wood and cardboard.
+
Curt chuckled, knowing her, she 'tried' every six minutes.  "No
 +
... I suppose I can't..."
  
'''Financial Report - August 8, 2017'''
+
Christa stabbed another bit of the antipasto and smiled.  "This is
 +
really good, Curt.  You learn this recipe at home?"
  
Noisebridge has $84,008.11 in the bank.
+
"Oh no ... Betty Crocker is good enough teacher for me." He paused
 +
to sip from his Coke.  "Still, I did make the vinaigrette myself..."
  
_Breakdown:_
+
"Really?" She munched another mouthful, enjoying the play of
$40,633.25 in the general fund, which is just over 8 months of regular expenses.
+
flavors and spices. "It's really good ... 's gotta 'tang' to it that I
$30,761.03 for Noisetor
+
don't recognize."
$7,027.73 in the equipment fund
 
$2,093.81 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
 
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
 
$1,117.29 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
  
Note: This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since August 3rd and their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship.
+
Curt smiled slowly. "Oh, that's the special ingredient..." Again
 
+
he sipped from his Coke, satisfied. Then, sitting back, he began watching
'''*August 3, 2017*'''
+
Christa's chest...
 
 
Noisebridge has $83,545.47 in the bank.
 
 
 
_Breakdown:_
 
$40,220.01 in the general fund, which is just over 8 months of regular expenses.
 
$30,711.63 for Noisetor
 
$7,027.73 in the equipment fund
 
$2,093.81 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
 
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
 
$1,117.29 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
 
 
Note: This running total takes into account Noisetor’s donations since July 28, 2017, their 5% contribution to the general fund for fiscal sponsorship, and their most recent payment for hosting.
 
 
 
The running total for Noisetor is not official and for general reference purposes only. The official total will be calculated manually at least once every two months until we have a more automated process.
 
 
 
'''*August 2, 2017*'''
 
 
 
Noisebridge has $84,585.91 in the bank.
 
 
 
_Breakdown:_
 
$39,738.70 in the general fund, which is just shy of 8 months of regular expenses.
 
$32,233.38 for Noisetor
 
$7,027.73 in the equipment fund
 
$2,093.81 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund
 
$2,000 in the broadcast fund
 
$1,117.29 in the laser maintenance fund
 
$375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits
 
 
 
'''*July 31, 2017*'''
 
 
 
Noisebridge has $83,933.09 in the bank. Here’s the breakdown of that money: $32,233.38 for Noisetor, $1,117.29 in the laser maintenance fund, $2,093.81 in the Thomas J. Shutt Memorial Fund, $7,139 for the equipment fund, $2,000 for the broadcast fund, $375 from Friends of the Public Library to reimburse Circuit Hacking Mondays for kits, leaving around $38,974.61 for the general fund, which is nearly 8 months of regular expenses. August rent was paid.
 
 
 
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Centimeter by centimeter he watched his cock grow thicker, spreading Christa's cunt ever wider in its wake. Both of her hands came down to grip the base of his cock as she looked down in disbelief. At least six inches were outside of her now, and she had taken him nearly all the way before. Curt opened his eyes and stared in disbelief. He was growing even faster this time! His cumming continued to make him buck like a bronco as his shaft grew ever more horse-like. Thicker and longer -twined with huge, thick veins- his erection plowed into Christa's tight bush like a dog trying to fit into a rabbit hole.

"Ahhh! Curt! Omigod ... you're goin' too ... far!"

Drastically, Curt tried to pull himself out of Christa before he hurt her. Her moaning and bucking were intense and -just before he could- he felt himself hit a massive climax. Rigid, he watched as his cock rocketed upwards in size, spreading her cunt lips and making her squeal half in pain, half in ecstasy. His balls pumped and churned as they lay heavy on his thighs. In shock he looked at them, tangled in their mass of pubic hair. Each was larger than a large grapefruit! His shaft had to be at least three and a half inches across and nearly sixteen inches long! The spasm began to fade, but the tingling in his balls remained. Orgasm subsiding, Curt felt his body grow limp in its wake.

Slowly, Christa pulled off of him and slumped next to him on her bed.

His massive rod stood up from his midsection like a bent flagpole. Gobs of his cum dripped from Christa's stretched cunt as she panted for breath and rubbed her delicate hands over Curt's chest. Opening her eyes, she glanced at Curt's waist and shook her head slowly. "God, Curt... I don't believe it." She smiled, and nuzzled the smaller man's neck -her glistening breasts pressing against his chest. "Th' bigger th' better, I've always said... I don't think I've Ever been this turned-on!"

Curt returned her smile and kissed Christa gently on the cheek. He tenderly stroked her breasts, fingertips lingering on her aureoles and nipples. "Yeah, but any bigger and only a Clydesdale would be able to take all of me..."

Christa shrugged as she nestled into the size of Curt's body. "Maybe," she said conspiratorially, "that wouldn't be all that bad." With that cryptic remark, Christa closed her eyes and gently drifted off to an erotic sleep.

The next few days were difficult. Even when not erect, Curt's new endowments were extremely obvious. His penis hung all the way to his knees and was nearly as thick as a peppermill. Still, that was the least of his problems. It was possibly due to the extreme exposure his balls had been given to the original formula, but they'd been growing at an even faster rate than the rest of him. Each was the size of a grapefruit and always seemed to carry the tell-tale signs of that tingling sensation -together they spanned nearly a foot from side-to-side in front of his groin. It wasn't easy to conceal his massive endowments.

It also hadn't been easy to resist Christa's advancements. She was so turned on by his recent growth, he wasn't sure she would ever stop making him bigger. She'd offered to tit-fuck him if he ever got too big, and to masturbate him if it went much further beyond that. Curt had to admit, it was extremely tempting... But until he knew he could reverse the formula, he didn't dare give himself over to that temptation...

Not when the last growth spurt had so radically increased his size, and the tingle still hadn't gone away...!

Mostly, he got by during the next week by wearing no pants around his dorm room, but squeezing into a pair of Zubas whenever he had a class. Still, he got stares and more than a few proposals from some of the prettier women (and a few of the guys) in BioChem lab. Still, he'd almost had to cash in on a few of those "favors" to get help swiping the necessary compounds from the storage locker. Luckily, with his standing in class, it was easy to stay late "working" on a project and being allowed to "lock-up" after himself.

Now, after about a week, he thought he may have the solution.

The first chemical seemed to be stimulated by sexual arousal and semen production. In other words, the more he came, the bigger he got. Curt also thought that he may get bigger if his cock was in direct contact with a woman's vaginal juices. Why that would be the case was still a mystery to him ... in addition to the twin questions of where the extra mass had come from so quickly and why he could still get 16" erections as easily as 3 inches... Technically, the blood requirements would be too high, and he should've been getting light-headed.

His cursory examination of himself showed a development of muscle and ligament tissue along the length of his shaft, and that could account for his amazing erections, but he couldn't confirm it. Nonetheless, he thought as he looked at the light blue liquid, this seemed to be appropriate to reverse whatever effects had been caused by the original fluid. Christa wouldn't be happy, but he had to think of living a normal life rather than a horse-like stud! Still, it wouldn't hurt for one last time.

As Curt carefully turned off the Bunsen burner and went to sleep, he didn't notice the shadowed form slip in through his open window and walk slowly towards his desk...


Curt's balls still were tingling as he carefully got out of Christa's car at her parent's cabin on Lake Hutton. The sky was clear and the deeper blue that comes with Evening in Northern Minnesota; the reflection of the sun off the narrow stream that bubbled down the hill next to the cabin into the lake was enchanting. Christa was still somewhat down since he'd told her that he had developed the reverse formula and would use it after they had made out this last time. As she had said, she really liked men who were freakishly large...

Curt had just smiled past the word "freakishly" and let it go at that.

Christa opened the door to the family "hunting lodge" and set down the bag of groceries on the counter nearby. The place was huge. Curt let out a low whistle of breath as he surveyed the scene. At least ten trestle tables filled the room beyond the small kitchen in a grand hall that reminded him of Beowulf's "Herot". A small balcony ran around the room about a story overhead and numerous small doors led off from the main hall into the private bedrooms that filled this place. Christa hadn't been kidding when she'd told him her father had liked to hunt with a "few" friends every autumn.

The fact that this hunting lodge could house at least thirty men and their equipment was something she hadn't mentioned. Nearby, a wooden sign declared the room rates for the weekend during hunting season. Apparently, her father also made a tidy sum on the place too...

Christa smiled as she pulled out the jar of blue liquid that Curt had brought from his dorm room. It was more than twelve times what he needed, but it wasn't as concentrated as the original formula. He'd just have to keep adding it until he got it right. Christa shook her head.

"Y'know, guys all over the country would kill to have your problem; and you're going to give it all up..."

Curt shook his head with a crooked grin. "Well, if I get any bigger, I'll start having problems walking. The idea of being hung like the Eifel Tower may interest me, but not until I can get things under control!" He chuckled and started bringing in the suitcases from the porch. Christa simply grinned as she watched him work and the mass of his groin shift around in his pants.

Curt finished putting the suitcases in one bedroom and turned to join Christa back in the kitchen. She stood not far from him with her back to the broad double-doors. Curt started feeling nervous again. Sheesh! She was insatiable! Slowly, she pulled off her sweater revealing her massive, heavy assets. Slowly, she swung the doors shut behind her and sauntered towards Curt. Running her fingers along the side of his neck, she gently pushed him backwards towards the bed.

"Christa..."

She shushed him with a single finger and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Shhh... If we're gonna make the most of this weekend, we're starting now..."

Slowly, Christa pushed him down, lay provocatively on top of Curt's body, and rested her ample breasts in his hands. Curt happily stroked and fondled them as Christa gently massaged Curt's 16-incher through the material of his jeans. Curt drew three rapid, deep breaths of shuddering pleasure as Christa's talented fingers probed his grapefruit-sized balls. As she bent her face down to plant her lips on his, she deftly undid his button-fly Zubas and pulled down his underwear.

At first, his massive organ got caught in the elastic binder, making him wince slightly. Christa smiled at his expression and pulled back from his eager hands to watch what she was doing more carefully. Gently, she licked his engorged knob and pulled his pants off the rest of his legs. More quickly then, she removed his shirt and the rest of her own clothing so the two rested naked on the king-sized bed. Curt's enormous flagpole stood at attention to Christa's ministrations as she licked his knob and repeatedly squeezed his semen-heavy balls. The tingle, which had been there constantly since the last time they made out, started to increase even more.

Slowly though, Christa pulled her mouth away from his cock and slowly rubbed it down her naked chest, between her breasts and gradually across her flat, tight belly. Rising to her knees, she slowly lowered herself down around the monster organ with a look of ecstatic glee on her face. Curt couldn't say anything. It felt too good. He just hoped she'd be able to handle what he became next...

Grinding slowly against her cunt, Curt watched as she devoured inch after inch of his manhood. Five inches; then seven. Finally ten, eleven and twelve. Curt could feel the round end of his prick start bouncing against the inner wall of Christa's cervix, as she took in all she could length-wise. Lowering her hands to the six inches remaining outside, she stroked his erection as she fucked the upper foot. Still the tingling grew.

With a deep moan, Curt could feel the spunk churning in his balls. "Watch ... watch out ... Christa. <pant> Here ... here <grunt!> I ... cum...!" The pressure exploded inside him and spread along his shaft with lighting unlike any in the previous experiences. Curt watched as his rod began to grow again. And grow...

And Grow...

And GROW...

Inch by inch, his erection grew longer and thicker. He could scarcely believe it. He watched as his once-small penis broke all boundaries. Past eighteen inches ... past twenty... Curt's balls bucked and pumped their contents into Christa's vagina with a force like a garden hose. Spurts of semen squirted from around his embedded cock as it grew wider and thicker; stretching Christa's cunt ever further. Christa wasn't getting off... She stayed glued to his boner, riding it like a horse and crying out in ecstasy as she was expanded beyond belief.

Twenty-two inches passed and twenty-four neared as Christa was forced halfway to her feet by the rapid progression. Curt's cock, now at least four inches across continued to expand. Curt gasped as his gaze settled farther down. His balls were enormous.

The two large sacks bounced and jiggled like bowling-ball sized water balloons! More and more cum leaked from Christa's orifice as she rode and bucked with Curt's hips. Finally, with a look of pain -or perhaps resignation at attempting the impossible- Christa pushed with all her strength against the bed and pulled her cunt off Curt's expanding member. Cum spurted up her body, across her tits and drenching her hair. Still growing, Curt watched with awe as his balls and rod expanded well into the stallion range of size. Another minute passed and slowly, ever so slowly, Curt felt the pressure ease and the tingle return to its normal, background level.

Weary and panting, Curt closed his eyes and lay back on the bed. He could feel his still-stiff pole waving in the gentle breeze of the air-conditioning. Absently, he felt Christa touch his rod softly. He opened his eyes to watch her gently measure along his length and then his balls. She was covered in sweat, cum and excitement. She looked more turned-on than Curt thought a person could look.

She glanced up triumphantly. "My God Curt! You've broken all the records! Twenty-six inches long ... twenty-six, Curt! Your balls are as big as basketballs and your width is," she measured quickly across his still engorged knob, "six inches across!" She glanced down at the base of his rod and smiled. "An' that's only the tip ... you're at least a good two inches thicker at the base!" Wiping a handful of cum off her face, Christa proceeded to slowly slurp it up. "You always make the best dinners," she said coyly.

Curt sat up as his cock deflated and started to hand heavily across his lap. It took a full two minutes for the erection to go down. Gingerly, so as not to knock his giant's balls against his knees, his swung his feet over the bedside. His dick must've weighed close to fifteen pounds! Swinging it over the edge, he could feel it pull heavily against his midsection and his balls knock together enticingly. Curt winced as the tingle got momentarily stronger. He could almost feel himself start to rise to attention again. Gritting his teeth and forcing himself to remain un-aroused, Curt patted Christa's shoulder. "Look ... it's getting tough to resist more sex. Can you get the formula in here now?"

Broken from her size-induced revelry in Curt's cum, Christa looked momentarily distracted and crestfallen. Then, with a slow, weary nod of her head, she walked out of the room to return after a minute with Curt's mason-jar-sized beaker. "Well," he said as he dipped a corner of the bed sheet into the mixture, "say 'goodbye' to 'junior'..." With that, he began dabbing the blue liquid over his penis and testicles. It didn't seem to be drying right away, like the first formula, but it did stain his skin similarly. After several minutes of generous application, Curt lay back on the bed and waited.

And waited.

And Waited...

An hour passed with no effect. The tingle was still there. A cold chill descended on his heart as he began to suspect that his work had failed like last time...

'Like last time...' The thought raced through his head. Christa was lying next to him gently rubbing his back. "Christa..." She looked up into his eyes slowly.

Curt cleared his throat. "Christa; last time I created this formula, it needed stimulation to work ... this time may be the same." Christa nodded, a small smile growing on her face as she realized where this was heading. "I also used a concentrated version. I want to know if you'd like to give me a little ... hand here."

Christa's smile broadened as she nodded assent. She moved to a position straddling Curt's chest and planted both her arms above his shoulders. "Sure ... but this time," she made a rapid motion behind his field of vision, "we do it my way." In a second, a loose strap had been looped around each of Curt's wrists, pinning his arms in place above his head, attached to the headboard. Quickly (and accidentally stepping on one of Curt's balls in the process), she likewise snared his feet and tied them in place.

"Christa? What're you..."

"Hold on Curt!" she interrupted. "Let me try this... Do you agree to let me pump you off until you shrink down to a more manageable size?"

Curt's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what Christa was getting at. After all, it was obvious that was what he had just asked her. Slowly, he answered, "yes..." She smiled triumphantly.

"Just remember you said that..." And she started to lick and pump him back to a full erection. Curt moaned in pleasure, and watched her as she went. It took two hands, but after a few minutes, she stopped and left the room. A minute later, she returned with a massive, six-foot tall foam-rubber cylinder attached to a pulley and some rope. Still smiling, she looped the pulley up and over the ceiling beam that crossed the room twelve feet overhead. Then, she tied the ropes -around the bed frame beneath him- to Curt's hips. Finally, she pulled the suspended cylinder down and slid it over Curt's erection. Fastening hit around his hips as well. The whole system was tight.

With a smile and gentle pull on the tube, she said "Let the games begin..."

The tube descended along Curt's shaft, erotically caressing its entire length like a giant cunt. Hell, Curt thought, I've even got room to spare! As he automatically pumped his hips against the sensuous pressure, the tube moved in response, pumping him even more. Between his legs, Christa fondled and licked his balls. The tingle began to increase, as he neared orgasm. Forcing his head to watch, should he lock in ecstasy again, Curt glanced at his glans to see the reduction take place.

It didn't. Instead, he began to grow again. Inwardly, he screamed denial as the erotic sensations clouded his mind and sent it spiraling to new heights of ecstasy. Now, his erection truly resembled a horse-sized schlong. Even bigger. As he pumped and came, he watched the base thicken across his midsection, soon reaching a diameter of at least ten inches. He could feel by the rubbing against the inside of the tube that his cock was at least a foot longer. Christa laughed in delight. Curt's balls had expanded to beach-ball size. There was no way he could walk now ... not at least without a wheelbarrow to carry his dick around in. Far above at the top of the tube, he could see a garbage bag billow out from the top, collecting the cum that had shot up that far.

The harness kept pumping.

"Christa ... take it off; it's not working!"

"Oh it's working all-right," she responded, indicating the pulley and rope.

"That's not what I mean!" Curt gasped as his own automatic bucking drove the pump harder along his enlarged member. "The formula ... it didn't work!"

Christa smiled. "Sure; it probably does... But I switched it the other night..."

Curt's eyes widened, as much in ecstasy as shock. "What?!!! You replaced it? <gasp> With what?"

Christa shrugged. "Oil, water and food dye... I've got the real formula in the next room."

Curt clenched his eyes shut as another shudder ran though him. As confused, betrayed and angered as he was with Christa, the sensations of erotic pleasure, began to overwhelm his mind. Dully, he began to enjoy the helpless growth... Christa walked up to where he lay, gyrating on the bed and gently lowered her breasts over his face. Tentatively, Curt's tongue wandered over her lush surface, searching out the sweat and salt on her skin. Smiling, she gradually pulled backwards and grabbed her sweater.

Curt looked at her confused. "Christa...?"

With a shrug, she pulled her clothing on and walked to the double-doors. "Just gotta few errands to run, Curt... I'll be back." She paused and looked back through the door as she left. "After you've had a little time to grow on me..." With that, she shut the door and left.

Curt felt the tingle grow as he started to cum again.

And again... And again... And again... And again...

Christa opened the door to her father's hunting lodge with a light feeling in her heart. She'd taken her time shopping for the groceries they'd need this weekend, but then she'd also taken great delight in imagining how big Curt would get in her absence. From the kitchen, she could hear him still grunting and moaning in the master bedroom. Smiling, she put the groceries away and pulled off her clothes. Sultrily, she walked towards the door.

And stepped in cum.

Surprised, she looked down at the eight-foot diameter puddle that oozed from under the door. Holy shit, she thought, how far had he gone? She'd only been gone a couple hours... Rapidly she flung open the doors and then stood, staring in erotic fascination. Large droplets of cum covered the ceiling, support beams, walls, bed and windows. The puddle in the room was about six inches deep and still warm. Curt had really grown.

The foam rubber tube was stretched thicker and longer by an amount even Christa hadn't expected. The pulley's still worked, but very slightly ... Curt's hips couldn't lift up against his five-foot diameter testicles enough to provide much pull to the pulleys. His cock, massive enough when she'd left, strained at it's foam rubber prison ... three full feet across and sixteen feet long! Massive, blue veins crisscrossed his massive erection, still pulsing with his last ejaculation. Little Curt was barely visible beyond the monster that had become his genitalia. Like a tiny bug on a much larger animal, Curt looked sweaty, tired and ... aroused.

He smiled gently at her as she stepped tenuously into his field of vision. "I knew you'd get back." He glanced his eyes over the length of his penis. "Long line at Rainbow?"

Christa smiled and bent forward to lick the cum from his chest, face and hair. The large plastic bag she'd put over the top of the tube had long since ruptured spraying its contents over the room. His semen was still warm and delicious. She wrapped her arms around his body and undid the straps. Slowly, she removed the equipment and peeled the last remains of the foam-rubber tube from his pulsing member. God, was it huge!

With trepidation, she pulled it down and gave it a tiny lick on the underside of it's head. Slowly, she rubbed up and down the length of his shaft, reveling in the warm feel of the smooth flesh and warm cum glistening on its broad surface. She turned to Curt, "well, I got my wish... Wait here..." With that, she left the room.

Curt raised an eyebrow. "Where would I go?"

A second later she returned. Curt could hear her enter, but couldn't see past his own softening erection. After cumming six times in the last two hours, he was still horny ... it was strange but oddly pleasurable. Vaguely, he wondered if he'd ever be un-horny again.

Christa walked into his view holding his jar. With a smile she shrugged, "I guess you've earned this..." Slowly, she moved to start dabbing it on his erection.

"Wait."

Surprised, Christa looked up.

Curt smiled half-crooked. "I thought we had several days up here ... no reason to go so fast..." Christa looked at Curt, clearly surprised. He laughed at her expression. "Well, what did you expect? I thought you wanted to see how big I could get? Let's see what this baby can do..."

Christa smiled slowly and put the jar down on the floor. Making sure that the bed had rollers she opened the double doors to the main hall. They'd need plenty of room for what she had in mind...

Curt dropped the steaming spaghetti noodles into the strainer and ran water over them to wash off the excess starch. With flair, he flopped the whole, steaming mass into a serving dish and brought it over to the table in the middle of his small dorm room. The neighbors might complain about the smell of cooking Italian food, but he didn't really care.

His over-sized Zubas still took some getting used to, as did the huge three-footer tucked away beneath them. With balls the size of volleyballs it was difficult to hide what he'd become, but he'd have to learn to live with it. Christa watched him walk with amusement and a seductive gleam in her eye. Now that he was guaranteeably bigger than anything on two legs, she was always in the mood.

It was three weeks later.

Smiling he took their antipasto salads from his soda-fridge and served their dinner. It had taken the whole jar, and twelve ejaculations to undo what had been done to him, and even then he was stuck at this impossible size. Still, it could've been worse...

This was the first time they'd been able to get alone together in weeks; both of their studies for fall finals had been hell. Now they had the whole three weeks of Christmas break to spend together indulging their every, carnal desire.

"You ready for this break?" asked Christa through a mouthful of salad.

Curt nodded and started spooning up the noodles and sauce on her plate. "Yeah, bio-chem was a real bear ... I'll be glad to take a break for a few weeks..."

Christa paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "No, you don't understand ... are you really ready?"

Curt put down the spoons he'd been using and crossed his arms. "We discussed this, no more size games with my prick ... I'm lucky it reduced to the size it did! Understand?"

"O.K. ... o.k. ... Can't blame a girl for trying, can ya?"

Curt chuckled, knowing her, she 'tried' every six minutes. "No ... I suppose I can't..."

Christa stabbed another bit of the antipasto and smiled. "This is really good, Curt. You learn this recipe at home?"

"Oh no ... Betty Crocker is good enough teacher for me." He paused to sip from his Coke. "Still, I did make the vinaigrette myself..."

"Really?" She munched another mouthful, enjoying the play of flavors and spices. "It's really good ... 's gotta 'tang' to it that I don't recognize."

Curt smiled slowly. "Oh, that's the special ingredient..." Again he sipped from his Coke, satisfied. Then, sitting back, he began watching Christa's chest...