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| Curt sighed in frustration. He was miles away from home and
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| conceptually even further away from his goals. Attending the school of
| | A page dedicated to Lunetta Synthesis, the art of repurposing and perverting digital logic semiconductor chips into sound-producing devices. The techniques of Lunetta Synthesis were pioneered by sculptor and percussionist Stanley Lunetta in the 1970's. |
| Biological Sciences at the Mayo Research Institute in Rochester had been a
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| great opportunity ... and doing it at age 16 was an even greater honor.
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| The sandy-haired youth had been so bored with typical schooling, it had | |
| even started to bring down his impressive G.P.A. back home in Montana. It
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| had been his parents and counselors who decided that early college
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| placement would be the appropriate setting for his studies.
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| Not that he felt that they were wrong ... he'd learned so much
| | In 2014, [[NoiseHack|Noisebridge was honored to host]] a talk and demonstration by Stanley Lunetta himself. |
| during the past six months that he felt certain he'd gain his
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| undergraduate degree inside of three more years. The only problem wathat
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| he missed the familiar faces and comforts of home.
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| Leaning back in his dorm-standard chair, Curt sighed and turned
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| down the heat on the amino compound he'd been working on and ran his
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| fingers through his hair. It wasn't as if he didn't have anyone to talk
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| to; he called home every Sunday and even chatted with a couple of the guys
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| from BioChem after class on Tuesday and Thursday. He even had met
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| Christa... She was the type of girlfriend who almost made him feel
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| welcome and ... normal.
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| But being so far from home for the first time made him lonely. It
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| didn't matter how much he liked the studies or learning; he still missed
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| the familiar surroundings of home. Oh, a couple of times, he'd tried to
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| make his new home feel more like Montana, but Minnesota wasn't really his
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| cup of tea. He needed a confidant; someone to hold hands with and just
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| feel cared for. Christa filled that category, but any relationship with
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| her was probably predestined for failure.
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| It wasn't her fault; certainly not! But, like at home, Curt had
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| serious misgivings about himself. He wasn't really bad-looking; actually,
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| he would probably be considered handsome if he ever really concentrated on
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| his hair and clothes; but he was ... inadequate ... in other areas.
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| Three areas to be precise: His height, his penis and his balls.
| | ==General Tips== |
| | * For visual fun, use LED's wherever a schematic calls for diodes. |
| | * For light-activated control, substitute photoresistors for resistors. Or, use a mercury switch like Stanley did in his gun-shaped device, in the photo above :) |
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| All of them were under-developed to an extreme degree. Curt only
| | ==Lunetta Oscillator== |
| stood about 5'5" and really had to reach to get to the high shelves in the
| | The Lunetta Oscillator is the heart of Lunetta Synthesis. It's an oscillator based on a Schmitt Inverter. |
| dorm closet. All his life, he'd been too small to really get by as easily
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| as his friends who were easily half a foot taller than he was. It had
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| been a constant source of humiliation and embarrassment for him over the
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| years. But even more so was his genitalia. He'd only had sex twice in
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| high school and each time had ended the same way. The girls had been
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| kind, but he'd gained the reputation around school as being "Curt: The
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| Tiny Weenie Wonder".
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| Christa was no different. She treated Curt like he suspected
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| she'd treat anyone else, but that still couldn't conceal her
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| disappointment. When the two'd had sex a week ago and she acted like she
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| didn't mind. Except Curt recognized that look of disappointment in her
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| eye and knew that down deep, nothing had changed. Curt even suspected she
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| was somewhat of a size fetishist, and knew that sex between them would
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| never be what either she or he wanted.
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| Ever since he was fourteen, he'd been measuring himself to see if
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| adolescence would catch him up to the other guys in the gym class locker
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| room. It had been a fruitless wait. Even now, halfway between 16 and 17
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| years old, his erection could only reach a maximum three and a half inches
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| long. His balls were similarly-sized, being about half the diameter of
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| ping pong balls. It was frustrating as well as humiliating. Why did he
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| have to be this way?
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| And why couldn't he change it?
| | === Parts === |
| | CD40106 Hex Schmitt. |
| | * 6 oscillators on a single chip! |
| | * Wide voltage supply (3V-15V), so you can drive with various batteries. |
| | * http://live.partlist.org/331/image/item/open/root/format=big |
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| For the past two months he'd been experimenting with baths of
| | === Variations and Tips === |
| amino acids and trace chemicals found in DNA strands linked to sexual
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| development. He'd tried countless experiments, but all his work was for
| | Drive one Schmitt oscillator with another, through a diode, and using a switch as a trigger: |
| nothing ... so far. His research would probably get him kicked out of the
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| school if anyone found out; and since there was no cooking allowed in dorm
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| rooms, it was a constant risk of someone smelling the warming chemicals
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| He'd tested each one of his concoctions with specially designed
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| litmus paper and chemical interaction mixes. Some had yielded more
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| promise than others, but nothing significant enough to risk using on
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| himself. Wearily, he checked the clock; it was nearly 2am. Shaking his
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| head, he dully added another five c.c.'s of Carbon-Hydroxide mixture #42
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| to the basic formula he'd concocted this week. If it worked, it should
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| turn blue. Down deep, he knew it wouldn't.
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| Through bleary eyes, he watched the particles partially dissolved
| | ==== Gentle Sounds ==== |
| in the CHide drift into the amino bath along with the other compounds. He
| | Most Lunetta syntesizers out there are raucous and chaotic. But sweet, gentle sounds are also possible. |
| turned up the flame beneath them. For several moments nothing happened
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| ... then it began to change color.
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| Blue.
| | * Tap the inverter '''output''' to obtain a loud, buzzy, digital square wave. |
| | * Tap the inverter '''input''' to obtain a gentle, soft, analog triangular-ish wave. That's the voltage presented by the capacitor as it charges/discharges. |
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| Curt blinked and straightened up in his chair. It had changed to
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| blue. Perfect blue without striations or lack of tint. Rubbing the sleep
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| out of his eyes, he peered closer for any signs of impurity. With a
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| nervous laugh he quickly recorded this last step in his journal and noted
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| the passage of the new compound by visual inspection. It was fantastic!
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| Quickly, he jumped up and spun around! He'd done it ... the
| | ==== Starvation ==== |
| compound passed the color test ... every other one had failed! And yet...
| | Starve or overdrive the power supply to the chip for unexpected results. |
| His gaze went back to the blue liquid simmering away atop its flame. That
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| was just the first test. Lord only knew how the compound would effect a
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| living subject.
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| He walked over to the desk again and withdrew a tiny amount from
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| the vial with an eyedropper. Taking it into his bedroom, he put it on the | | Use a cheap 3W '''PAM8403''' amplifier module to drive a speaker. |
| dresser by his bed to let it cool. Lying down, he thought about what he'd
| | * Make use of the PAM's stereo channels. |
| have to do if he succeeded. Buy new pants, that was for sure! But how
| | * Overdrive the power supply of the PAM with a 9V battery for extra volume (but check the PAM chip for heat). |
| big should he go? In some of his fantasies, he'd dreamt about being like
| | * https://www.ebay.com/itm/162965060047 |
| those porno stars he'd seen on some videos ... the guys who looked like
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| they were hung like ponies. Still, that could be difficult. There were
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| many women who didn't like large men; it would seriously limit his dating
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| range! Then again, he thought as he massaged his groin, he was doing this
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| for himself; not anyone else...
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| Daydreaming, he reached down to the tiny lump at his crotch and
| | ==General Lunetta Synthesis Links== |
| began to massage his cock with his fingertips. Soon it would be
| | * https://strangenessandcharm.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/diy-weird-sound-synthesis-with-cmos/ |
| different; this would be the last time he came as the "Tiny Weenie
| | * http://electro-music.com/forum/forum-160.html |
| Wonder".
| | * https://hackaday.com/2015/02/04/logic-noise-sweet-sweet-oscillator-sounds/ |
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| As he drifted off to sleep, the beaker in the next room continued
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| to simmer...
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| The electronic buzz of Curt's alarm clock brought him to instant
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| awareness. The night had passed quickly and it was nearly 9:00 Saturday
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| morning. Blearily, he pawed at the incessant clock until it stopped its
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| irritating noise. He'd woken with a hard-on (not surprising considering
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| the dreams he'd had the night before) and looked down at his feeble
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| erection.
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| With a hopeful smile, he patted his tiny member and stroked
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| himself for a few minutes. Allowing the erotic sensation to ripple over
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| him, he indulged his last waking dream for a few more minutes and reached
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| over to the eye dropper. It had cooled down and still held the dark blue
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| color.
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| "Here goes nothing..." he sarcastically muttered. Squeezing out a
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| few drops onto the tip of his erect penis, he massaged the oil-like fluid
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| over himself. A few more drops on his balls and he sat back in bed to see
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| if anything would happen. Minutes passed.
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| No tingling sensation, no warmth ... nothing.
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| Perhaps a larger dosage... After all, according to his
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| calculations, the amount in the eye dropper should give him a 200%
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| increase, and he'd only used a third of the total. Waiting for another
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| fifteen minutes just to be sure, he gently applied the remainder of the
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| solution.
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| Masturbating slowly, he rubbed the chemical into his flesh until a
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| thin, blue sheen covered his genitals. Slowly, Curt's skin absorbed the
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| liquid and his cock 'n balls returned to their former color. Still
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| watching, he set the timer on his alarm clock. Something should happen at
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| least within the first quarter-hour... That was one of the signs it would
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| be working. Time passed slowly.
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| Fifteen minutes went by ... then another fifteen.
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| No change.
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| Curt clenched his eyes shut as he felt his heart drop. He had
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| been so close... The DNA chemical discoveries, the amino bath ... even
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| the mass-increase problems. Everything had been worked out. He'd worked
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| on natural sex development for such a long time that...
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| He sat up suddenly. The amino bath!
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| Jumping out of bed stark naked, he ran into the main room of his
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| dorm. The flame was still burning and the Pyrex beaker had boiled down to
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| a thick, blue sludge on the bottom. Overnight, he'd boiled off at least
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| 85% of the liquid contents of his material... With the expense of
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| replacing it, it would be weeks before he could afford to try again!
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| Dismay overcoming him, Curt capped the Bunsen burner and collapsed into
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| the overstuffed chair he kept by the window.
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| Blankly, he stared at the glop in the two-litre container he'd
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| cooked down over the past six hours. Deep inside a part of him didn't
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| want to believe he'd made such a thick-headed blunder. Still, there it
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| was; staring him in the face. He only had himself to blame. The
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| experiment was unsalvageable. Or was it.
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| The analytical part of Curt's mind started working on the problem.
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| Fueled by desperation, he slowly sat up and stared at the near-empty
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| beaker. True, most of the crucial amino-acids would've broken down under
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| that kind of sustained heat, but what if the key elements had already
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| finished their reaction? The remaining glop might have properties that
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| the batch from earlier lacked. Quickly taking the beaker, he ran it over
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| to the pan of room temperature water he kept on the window sill.
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| Immersing it slowly, he started cooling the boiled mixture.
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| Going back into the bedroom, he snapped up the eyedropper, his
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| calculator and a large petri dish. Most of the fluid had been lost; a
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| certain percentage of it must've been ruined by the long-term exposure.
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| However, he could theoretically calculate how much active ingredient may
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| be left in the blue sludge. Maybe enough for a valid test.
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| After a few moments, his fingers finished their trek across the
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| keypad. If his calculations were correct, there should be enough left in
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| the sludge for another three eyedroppers full! Anxiously, he checked the
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| temperature of the glop and filled the eyedropper. Sitting back in the
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| chair carefully, he lay he his balls and penis in the petri dish and
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| squeezed the contents of the eyedropper over himself.
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| It was still somewhat hot and Curt winced as he rubbed the thick
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| chemical over his genitals. Vigorously, he rubbed the stuff into his skin
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| until his flesh took on the same dark blue color as before. Quickly, he
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| checked the clock on the wall. 9:40.
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| A faint tingle seemed to seep into his penis as he sat and
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| watched. Still nothing happened. 9:50 came and went with no change ...
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| the tingle began to fade. Desperate, Curt grabbed the remaining glop and
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| poured it over his cock and began rubbing it in. The tingle remained, but
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| nothing happened. Soon, as the clock slowly etched its way to 10:20, the
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| feeling faded and left him with a blue-stained cock still the same small
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| size as ever...
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| Closing his eyes, he cursed his luck. He'd almost had it. It had
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| reacted like he thought it might, except for the lack of growth. It
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| shouldn't have been much, but there should've been something visible at
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| the early stage. Interaction with his own glands should've seen to
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| that... Sighing, he slowly got up. Fetching his clothes and a towel, he
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| walked down to the dorm showers around the corner.
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| Making sure that there was no one inside, he folded his clothes in
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| one of the cubicles and went into the large shower area. Quickly, he
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| started to wash the blue color off of his cock. It didn't seem to be
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| doing very well, but at least the erotic feelings showed him he could at
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| least still fantasize... More vigorously, he rubbed himself as he worked
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| the abnormal coloration out of his skin. Soon hard, he looked around. No
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| one in yet; most of the dorm guys slept in 'till at least Noon on
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| Saturday.
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| Sighing, Curt began stroking himself off.
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| Slowly, he began to feel a bit better about the whole situation;
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| he'd be able to continue ... it would just take a while. Stroke after
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| stroke brought him to the edge of cumming when, with a shock, he noticed
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| the tingle had come back. Looking down at his soap-covered member, he
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| could feel the tingle build as he built himself towards climax. Groaning
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| in pleasure, he continued more rapidly, pumping himself harder and faster.
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| Soon, with a roaring heat, the tingle seemed to explode into the most
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| sensual experience Curt had ever had. It felt like he was cumming, but he
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| couldn't.
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| Looking down, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was
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| growing! Eyeballing his size against his own hand, he was already at
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| least a half inch beyond his normal 3 1/2 and growing as he watched. He
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| stopped pumping himself as his balls tried to cum; but nothing happened.
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| Instead, the pressure seemed to build along his whole length and he just
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| continued to grow larger.
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| And larger.
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| Five inches came and went, as did six. Slowly, his hard-on got
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| thicker and longer as his tiny balls began to swell. It was like watching
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| a long, thick balloon slowly fill. The pressure was growing more and more
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| intense as seven inches neared. His balls were almost an inch and a half
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| across now as the pressure swelled and suddenly, released.
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| With orgasmic shock, Curt watched himself spray an arc of cum
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| across the shower room to the opposite wall, six feet away. Each spasm
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| shook him with uncontrolled sexual ecstasy as he continued to churn out
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| his juices. Gradually, the effect waned and left Curt panting in tired
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| relief. Slowly, he felt the tingle fade as he looked down to his
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| still-stiff member in his hands.
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| Enormously thick, his engorged cock was still throbbing at the
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| workout it had received. Easily spanning seven inches in length, Curt's
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| penis was an inch and three-quarters in diameter with balls that sagged
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| -exhausted from their exertions- an amazing three inches across each.
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| Curt smiled wearily in dumbfounded amazement. It was incredible! In
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| under ten minutes he'd grown to somewhat larger-than-normal proportions
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| with balls like tangerines...
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| It may not have been the size he'd been aiming for, but he'd
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| finally done it!
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| After washing down the opposite wall of the showers, Curt dried
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| himself off and quickly went back to his dorm room to call Christa. He
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| had a real treat in store for her, and he couldn't wait to see her
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| response!
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| Christa enjoyed dinner at Mancuso's and it had been difficult for
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| Curt to sit with her through the movie afterwards, but now -sitting in
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| Christa's room at the house where she lived- he smiled as he sat down
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| across from her. It had taken getting used to, adjusting his larger cock
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| when he moved or sat, but it was a trial he'd more than be willing to put
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| up with. The other women that lived with Christa near campus were all out
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| that night, so they had the house alone to themselves. Slowly, Christa
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| sidled over to Curt and put her arm around his shoulders.
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| "So Curt... What was eating you all night?"
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| Curt looked a bit surprised that he'd been so obvious. Slowly, he
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| smiled. "Well, I was remembering last week; y'know, over at my dorm."
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| She smiled and shook her long, auburn hair out of its binder.
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| Quietly, she sidled over next to him and put an arm over his shoulder.
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| "Oh really? Maybe we shoulda ordered a pizza and video tape instead..."
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| Seductively, she nuzzled his neck and left tiny impressions of her kisses
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| along the side of his face.
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| A satisfied shudder of expectation made Curt blush as he encircled
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| her waist with his arm and returned her kiss. Both leaning back on
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| Christa's couch, the two embraced and kissed. Although Christa was a bit
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| over-endowed, needing a custom-made bra for her volleyball-sized breasts;
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| she still pulled him tightly to her and began to massage Curt's lower
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| back. Curt could feel his recent endowments rising to attention in his
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| jeans, and shifted a bit uncomfortably. Soon, as her hands began working
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| the bulge in his pants, she paused -looking a bit curious. With a half
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| smile, she patted Curt's crotch.
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| "C'mon Curt ... you don't need to 'pad your bra' with me."
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| Curt simply smiled. His excitement couldn't be held in check any
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| longer. "I didn't," he proclaimed ecstatically, "take a look..."
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| With deft hands and an amused look on her face, Christa undid the
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| zipper and button on his jeans. Already pushing past the elastic binder
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| on his underpants, Curt's erection stood out proudly. Christa gasped.
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| "That ... that's," she paused, looking for the right word,
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| "impossible!" She looked up at him, amazed. "Curt, what happened? You're
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| ... bigger!"
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| Slowly, Curt pulled off the remainder of his pants and shrugged.
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| "It was an experiment; and it worked..."
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| Christa smiled, shaking her head in amazement. "I'll say! Holy
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| shit, Curt; this could be the cosmetic-surgery discovery of the decade!"
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| She paused, her intellectual amazement giving way to more sexual thoughts.
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| "Is it ... is it, safe to touch?"
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| Curt stretched his arms back and slipped his hands around her
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| waist. Slowly, her tight sweater pulled off her body, revealing her
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| tight, flat stomach; her enormous, ample cleavage; and overall, her
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| perfect, clear complexion. Tossing the sweater to one side, Curt leaned
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| forward and tentatively kissed her cheek. "It's as safe as always... Do
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| you like 'big'?"
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| Taking back her confidence and control of the conversation,
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| Christa slowly leaned down and licked the tip of Curt's penis. "Does that
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| answer your question?" she asked as she licked the tip again.
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| Curt's temporary control and pride dwindled under her
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| ministrations as he dumbly nodded to the ecstasy she delivered. Rising,
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| she pulled off his shirt and the rest of her clothes, laying them on the
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| arm of the sofa. "Actually," she said, "I've loved 'big' for a looooong
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| time. You just can't admit it in public ... it's not 'Politically
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| Correct' for a woman to like guys who are hung like horses..." She paused
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| as she licked his erection again. "...or even Bigger..." With a deep
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| thrust, Christa suddenly wrapped her lips entirely around his penis and
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| took his seven inches deep within her throat. Rising for air, she looked
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| him in the eye, "I mean, you may not be 'horse-like'; but bigger than you
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| were and that's Definitely better!"
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| The slight feeling of inadequacy Curt felt at her comment about
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| him still not being up-to-size quickly faded as she began to lick his
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| engorged tip and run her mouth up and down his shaft. Tenderly, she took
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| his small-orange-sized balls and squeezed them. Continuously, his hips
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| ground against her as she administered to him orally and sucked his cock
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| like a milking machine. The tingle in his penis grew as his balls seemed
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| to churn amidst the attention. Her pumping grew more and more frenzied as
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| she squeezed him tighter and harder.
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| Her enormous, breasts -nipples hardened to the size of her thumb
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| tips- brushed enticingly against his thighs. Lost in ecstasy, he fondled
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| her soft flesh; gently caressing the aureoles and heavy curve beneath
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| them. Slowly, the pressure built up inside him and he knew he was going
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| to cum. Breaths coming in short pants, he struggled to gasp out "I'm
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| cumming ... Christa..."
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| But he didn't.
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| The tingle in his cock filled his body as he arched his back in a
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| quasi-orgasm. Christa's eyes widened in amazement as suddenly, Curt's
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| cock began to grow. Slowly, like a long balloon, Curt's erection began to
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| push deeper into Christa's mouth and throat. Her eyes widened in
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| amazement. Taking hold of his shaft with both hands, Christa continued to
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| suck with wild abandon. Harder and harder, she drew on his cock, as Curt
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| watched his member swell between her lips. Continuously, he grew longer
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| and thicker, as his balls began to strain against her hands. Soon, his
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| testicles swelling past the size of oranges, his pubic hair began growing
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| in a massive tangle around his genitals.
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| Still, his cock grew.
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| Eight inches ... Nine, and still growing. His erection was now
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| half as thick as his own wrist as -with a grunt of sexual ecstasy- he
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| began to spurt enormous quantities of cum into Christa's throat.
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| Greedily, she slurped and sucked on him as the tingle began to fade. Drop
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| by drop, she tried to stem the stream, but enormous quantities spilled out
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| from around her mouth. Nearly a minute passed, as Curt reached and
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| exceeded ten inches. Still sucking down as much of his cum as she could,
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| Christa squeezed his balls tightly, as if wringing every drop out of him.
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| Spurting over her lips, face and hair, Curt's orgasm gradually subsided,
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| leaving him still shaking with pleasure.
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| Gasping for air, Christa wiped her mouth on the back of her hand
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| and looked at Curt, stunned. "That's ... that's some experiment!" she
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| gasped.
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| | |
| Curt looked at his erection, amazed. "I thought it had stopped
| |
| earlier... My God, I'm huge!" Tentatively, he touched his engorged tip
| |
| and patted it with his finger tips. It bobbed slightly as he stood up.
| |
| | |
| Picking up a tape measure from the hall desk, Christa quickly came
| |
| over to Curt and measured him. She let out a low whistle of appreciation
| |
| at his new length as she wrapped the tape measure around his shaft. She
| |
| looked up at him... "Curt, you've grown to eleven inches long and
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| five-and-a-half inches around." She did some quick mental math. "Jesus,
| |
| Curt. You're almost two inches thick! What was in that stuff you
| |
| experimented with?"
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| | |
| Curt shrugged. "A variety of organic compounds normally found in
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| DNA patterns associated with sexual development. I mean, I had to also
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| add synthetic hormones and dissolve it all in an amino acid bath, but I
| |
| didn't expect this sort of reaction... Earlier, it enlarged me quite a
| |
| bit ... over a fifty-percent increase. This isn't that much of an
| |
| increase compared to the first growth spurt, but I never expected..."
| |
| | |
| "Are you saying that you'll get bigger every time you climax?"
| |
| | |
| The abrupt question brought Curt to a sudden stop. In truth, he
| |
| had tried to tie the growth to hormonal and stress levels in the body and
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| appropriate glands, but could it be true? He shuddered to think about it.
| |
| Even if the percentage growth was less each time, he could be gargantuan
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| in a very short time... True, he'd fantasized about elephantine
| |
| proportions and even beyond, but in Real Life...
| |
| | |
| He looked at Christa, uncertain. "I really don't know. It wasn't
| |
| as big an increase as the last time, so it may be just residual effects.
| |
| Y'see, I was aiming for something around fourteen to sixteen inches..."
| |
| Christa looked at him stunned and with a half-smile.
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| | |
| "Not bad..." she murmured. Brightening, she tapped his still-stiff
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| member, "I guess we'll have to test that theory ... get on the bed."
| |
| | |
| Curt looked surprised. "But ... but Christa. I mean, what if I
| |
| *do keep getting bigger? This could be a catastrophe!"
| |
| | |
| With raised eyebrows and lick of her lips, Christa smiled. "Tell
| |
| me about it..." Pressing her massive breasts against his chest, she slowly
| |
| rubbed her flesh over his, enticing him. Seemingly, the compound had also
| |
| given him extra stamina, because his enlarged penis began to rise again.
| |
| She smiled coyly as she felt his manhood press against her inner thigh.
| |
| "I mean, if things got too bad, you could create a reverse formula,
| |
| couldn't you?"
| |
| | |
| Curt thought about it for a second. It was somewhat unfair;
| |
| Christa's ample endowments were clouding his judgment along with her
| |
| implied promise of even more sex... Still, he was pretty sure he
| |
| understood the principles behind the enlargement. In fact, he thought as
| |
| he began to massage her hard nipples, he was sure he could undo it... In
| |
| response to her, Curt simply nodded.
| |
| | |
| Taking his nod as an assent, Christa quickly swept the smaller man
| |
| up and hoisted him over to the bed. Swinging him in a broad arc, she
| |
| slung him down with a whoosh of air from her soft mattress. With a
| |
| continuous, smooth motion, she swept down and pounced on him like a cat on
| |
| a tiny, frightened rabbit. Her knees flanking his hips and her hands
| |
| planted on either side of his shoulders, she looked down on him with a
| |
| playful look of glee. Curt couldn't think of anything to say ... he'd
| |
| never seen her like this!
| |
| | |
| Slowly, she ran her fingers down his chest, gently massaging his
| |
| tense muscles. Enticingly, she continued to follow his muscular contours
| |
| down to his now rock-hard groin. With a conspiratorial smile, she leaned
| |
| forward -her breasts resting against his lower legs- and licked his
| |
| engorged tip. Gradually, Christa moved up and down Curt's erection; every
| |
| second pausing to deliver a tiny, enticing lick to him. Curt clenched his
| |
| eyes shut as he drew in each successive breath with a shudder.
| |
| | |
| Lingering gently, Christa planted a series of successively more
| |
| lengthy kisses with her supple lips along the length of his shaft. Her
| |
| eyes half-closed in erotic pleasure, she ran her tongue around the tip of
| |
| his cock, following the ridge of its head. She paused only a second to
| |
| look Curt in the eyes before parting her lips slightly and sucking on his
| |
| engorged mushroom-like head. Her tongue roaming around the surface of his
| |
| cock, Christa pumped her mouth repeatedly up and down his shaft.
| |
| Uncontrollably, Curt began to buck his hips gently against her face while
| |
| his short, deep breaths became soft moans of ecstasy.
| |
| | |
| Slowly, she sucked him deeper and deeper, until he could feel the
| |
| contours of her throat wrapping itself around his eleven-inch boner. His
| |
| grunts and groans came louder as he began to grind more heavily into her
| |
| luscious lips. She barely was able to fit her mouth around the width of
| |
| his shaft at its base as he pumped and bucked under her oral care.
| |
| Indeed, his balls -bouncing madly against his thighs- were each more than
| |
| she could've taken into her mouth. Slowly, she pulled back from him -lips
| |
| lingering tantalizingly- leaving his throbbing cock wanting her return.
| |
| | |
| With another smile, she leaned down further and sucked on his
| |
| balls, while her hands slowly stroked his erection. Pausing, she smiled
| |
| up at him. "Is Little Curt ready to get big for me?" she asked teasingly.
| |
| Curt could only nod dumbly, fearing that she might not resume. Smiling
| |
| broadly, she slowly rose to her knees and placed her cunt over his massive
| |
| tip.
| |
| | |
| Closing her eyes in anticipation, she slowly lowered herself down
| |
| over his erection. A sharp intake of breath was the only outward sign of
| |
| how she felt to have his massive cock enter her body. With hands
| |
| quivering in ecstasy, she guided Curt's palms to her breasts as she began
| |
| to ride him up and down. Deep inside his balls, Curt could feel the
| |
| tingle of the fluid begin to build.
| |
| | |
| He pressed against her breasts slowly, massaging them as he moaned
| |
| aloud to her gyrations. Each thrust sent tiny electrical sparks of
| |
| pleasure down his penis into his balls, seemingly feeding the tingle
| |
| already there. With ecstatic vigor, Curt pressed and massaged Christa's
| |
| breasts, fondling her hard nipples and caressing her Enormous Endowments.
| |
| The tingling in his balls grew.
| |
| | |
| Soon, the now-familiar tingling began to spread as he felt himself
| |
| ready to cum. Christa, riding his erection like a jockey, began to
| |
| breathe in loud, grunting barks. Forcing himself to watch, Curt glanced
| |
| at the portion of his cock that Christa hadn't taken into her already.
| |
| Sure enough, it was growing! Slowly, he felt his balls swell, going from
| |
| the size of small oranges upwards towards the 'baseball' category. Spurts
| |
| of cum started to erupt from his cock deep inside Christa's cunt as his
| |
| shaft bgan to grow longer and thicker. Curt clenched his eyes shut and
| |
| let the feeling wash over him. The growth was so erotic, Curt didn't know
| |
| if he wanted it to stop ... ever.
| |
| | |
| 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
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| twelve feet overhead. Then, she tied the ropes -around the bed frame
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| beneath him- to Curt's hips. Finally, she pulled the suspended cylinder
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| down and slid it over Curt's erection. Fastening hit around his hips as
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| well. The whole system was tight.
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| With a smile and gentle pull on the tube, she said "Let the games
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| begin..."
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| The tube descended along Curt's shaft, erotically caressing its
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| entire length like a giant cunt. Hell, Curt thought, I've even got room
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| to spare! As he automatically pumped his hips against the sensuous
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| pressure, the tube moved in response, pumping him even more. Between his
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| legs, Christa fondled and licked his balls. The tingle began to increase,
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| as he neared orgasm. Forcing his head to watch, should he lock in ecstasy
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| again, Curt glanced at his glans to see the reduction take place.
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| It didn't. Instead, he began to grow again. Inwardly, he
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| screamed denial as the erotic sensations clouded his mind and sent it
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| spiraling to new heights of ecstasy. Now, his erection truly resembled a
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| horse-sized schlong. Even bigger. As he pumped and came, he watched the
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| base thicken across his midsection, soon reaching a diameter of at least
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| ten inches. He could feel by the rubbing against the inside of the tube
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| that his cock was at least a foot longer. Christa laughed in delight.
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| Curt's balls had expanded to beach-ball size. There was no way he could
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| walk now ... not at least without a wheelbarrow to carry his dick around
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| in. Far above at the top of the tube, he could see a garbage bag billow
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| out from the top, collecting the cum that had shot up that far.
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| The harness kept pumping.
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| "Christa ... take it off; it's not working!"
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| "Oh it's working all-right," she responded, indicating the pulley
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| and rope.
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| "That's not what I mean!" Curt gasped as his own automatic bucking
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| drove the pump harder along his enlarged member. "The formula ... it
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| didn't work!"
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| Christa smiled. "Sure; it probably does... But I switched it the
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| other night..."
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| Curt's eyes widened, as much in ecstasy as shock. "What?!!! You
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| replaced it? <gasp> With what?"
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| Christa shrugged. "Oil, water and food dye... I've got the real
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| formula in the next room."
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| Curt clenched his eyes shut as another shudder ran though him. As
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| confused, betrayed and angered as he was with Christa, the sensations of
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| erotic pleasure, began to overwhelm his mind. Dully, he began to enjoy
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| the helpless growth... Christa walked up to where he lay, gyrating on the
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| bed and gently lowered her breasts over his face. Tentatively, Curt's
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| tongue wandered over her lush surface, searching out the sweat and salt on
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| her skin. Smiling, she gradually pulled backwards and grabbed her
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| sweater.
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| Curt looked at her confused. "Christa...?"
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| With a shrug, she pulled her clothing on and walked to the
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| double-doors. "Just gotta few errands to run, Curt... I'll be back." She
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| paused and looked back through the door as she left. "After you've had a
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| little time to grow on me..." With that, she shut the door and left.
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| Curt felt the tingle grow as he started to cum again.
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| And again... And again... And again... And again...
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| Christa opened the door to her father's hunting lodge with a light
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| feeling in her heart. She'd taken her time shopping for the groceries
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| they'd need this weekend, but then she'd also taken great delight in
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| imagining how big Curt would get in her absence. From the kitchen, she
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| could hear him still grunting and moaning in the master bedroom. Smiling,
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| she put the groceries away and pulled off her clothes. Sultrily, she
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| walked towards the door.
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| And stepped in cum.
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| Surprised, she looked down at the eight-foot diameter puddle that
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| oozed from under the door. Holy shit, she thought, how far had he gone?
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| She'd only been gone a couple hours... Rapidly she flung open the doors
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| and then stood, staring in erotic fascination. Large droplets of cum
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| covered the ceiling, support beams, walls, bed and windows. The puddle in
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| the room was about six inches deep and still warm. Curt had really grown.
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| The foam rubber tube was stretched thicker and longer by an amount
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| even Christa hadn't expected. The pulley's still worked, but very
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| slightly ... Curt's hips couldn't lift up against his five-foot diameter
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| testicles enough to provide much pull to the pulleys. His cock, massive
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| enough when she'd left, strained at it's foam rubber prison ... three full
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| feet across and sixteen feet long! Massive, blue veins crisscrossed his
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| massive erection, still pulsing with his last ejaculation. Little Curt
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| was barely visible beyond the monster that had become his genitalia. Like
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| a tiny bug on a much larger animal, Curt looked sweaty, tired and ...
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| aroused.
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| He smiled gently at her as she stepped tenuously into his field of
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| vision. "I knew you'd get back." He glanced his eyes over the length of
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| his penis. "Long line at Rainbow?"
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| Christa smiled and bent forward to lick the cum from his chest,
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| face and hair. The large plastic bag she'd put over the top of the tube
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| had long since ruptured spraying its contents over the room. His semen
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| was still warm and delicious. She wrapped her arms around his body and
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| undid the straps. Slowly, she removed the equipment and peeled the last
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| remains of the foam-rubber tube from his pulsing member. God, was it
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| huge!
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| With trepidation, she pulled it down and gave it a tiny lick on
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| the underside of it's head. Slowly, she rubbed up and down the length of
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| his shaft, reveling in the warm feel of the smooth flesh and warm cum
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| glistening on its broad surface. She turned to Curt, "well, I got my
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| wish... Wait here..." With that, she left the room.
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| Curt raised an eyebrow. "Where would I go?"
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| A second later she returned. Curt could hear her enter, but
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| couldn't see past his own softening erection. After cumming six times in
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| the last two hours, he was still horny ... it was strange but oddly
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| pleasurable. Vaguely, he wondered if he'd ever be un-horny again.
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| Christa walked into his view holding his jar. With a smile she
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| shrugged, "I guess you've earned this..." Slowly, she moved to start
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| dabbing it on his erection.
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| | |
| "Wait."
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| Surprised, Christa looked up.
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| | |
| Curt smiled half-crooked. "I thought we had several days up here
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| ... no reason to go so fast..." Christa looked at Curt, clearly surprised.
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| He laughed at her expression. "Well, what did you expect? I thought you
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| wanted to see how big I could get? Let's see what this baby can do..."
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| Christa smiled slowly and put the jar down on the floor. Making
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| sure that the bed had rollers she opened the double doors to the main
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| hall. They'd need plenty of room for what she had in mind...
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| Curt dropped the steaming spaghetti noodles into the strainer and
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| ran water over them to wash off the excess starch. With flair, he flopped
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| the whole, steaming mass into a serving dish and brought it over to the
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| table in the middle of his small dorm room. The neighbors might complain
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| about the smell of cooking Italian food, but he didn't really care.
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| His over-sized Zubas still took some getting used to, as did the
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| huge three-footer tucked away beneath them. With balls the size of
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| volleyballs it was difficult to hide what he'd become, but he'd have to
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| learn to live with it. Christa watched him walk with amusement and a
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| seductive gleam in her eye. Now that he was guaranteeably bigger than
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| anything on two legs, she was always in the mood.
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| It was three weeks later.
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| Smiling he took their antipasto salads from his soda-fridge and
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| served their dinner. It had taken the whole jar, and twelve ejaculations
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| to undo what had been done to him, and even then he was stuck at this
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| impossible size. Still, it could've been worse...
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| | |
| This was the first time they'd been able to get alone together in
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| weeks; both of their studies for fall finals had been hell. Now they had
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| the whole three weeks of Christmas break to spend together indulging their
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| every, carnal desire.
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| "You ready for this break?" asked Christa through a mouthful of
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| salad.
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| Curt nodded and started spooning up the noodles and sauce on her
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| plate. "Yeah, bio-chem was a real bear ... I'll be glad to take a break
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| for a few weeks..."
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| Christa paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "No, you don't
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| understand ... are you really ready?"
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| | |
| Curt put down the spoons he'd been using and crossed his arms.
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| "We discussed this, no more size games with my prick ... I'm lucky it
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| reduced to the size it did! Understand?"
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| | |
| "O.K. ... o.k. ... Can't blame a girl for trying, can ya?"
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| Curt chuckled, knowing her, she 'tried' every six minutes. "No
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| ... I suppose I can't..."
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| | |
| Christa stabbed another bit of the antipasto and smiled. "This is
| |
| really good, Curt. You learn this recipe at home?"
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| | |
| "Oh no ... Betty Crocker is good enough teacher for me." He paused
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| to sip from his Coke. "Still, I did make the vinaigrette myself..."
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| | |
| "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
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| Christa's chest...
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