Lunetta Synthesis

Curt sighed in frustration. He was miles away from home and conceptually even further away from his goals. Attending the school of Biological Sciences at the Mayo Research Institute in Rochester had been a great opportunity ... and doing it at age 16 was an even greater honor. 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 had been his parents and counselors who decided that early college placement would be the appropriate setting for his studies.

Not that he felt that they were wrong ... he'd learned so much during the past six months that he felt certain he'd gain his undergraduate degree inside of three more years. The only problem wathat he missed the familiar faces and comforts of home.

Leaning back in his dorm-standard chair, Curt sighed and turned down the heat on the amino compound he'd been working on and ran his fingers through his hair. It wasn't as if he didn't have anyone to talk to; he called home every Sunday and even chatted with a couple of the guys from BioChem after class on Tuesday and Thursday. He even had met Christa... She was the type of girlfriend who almost made him feel welcome and ... normal.

But being so far from home for the first time made him lonely. It didn't matter how much he liked the studies or learning; he still missed the familiar surroundings of home. Oh, a couple of times, he'd tried to make his new home feel more like Montana, but Minnesota wasn't really his cup of tea. He needed a confidant; someone to hold hands with and just feel cared for. Christa filled that category, but any relationship with her was probably predestined for failure.

It wasn't her fault; certainly not! But, like at home, Curt had serious misgivings about himself. He wasn't really bad-looking; actually, he would probably be considered handsome if he ever really concentrated on his hair and clothes; but he was ... inadequate ... in other areas.

Three areas to be precise: His height, his penis and his balls.

All of them were under-developed to an extreme degree. Curt only stood about 5'5" and really had to reach to get to the high shelves in the dorm closet. All his life, he'd been too small to really get by as easily as his friends who were easily half a foot taller than he was. It had been a constant source of humiliation and embarrassment for him over the years. But even more so was his genitalia. He'd only had sex twice in high school and each time had ended the same way. The girls had been kind, but he'd gained the reputation around school as being "Curt: The Tiny Weenie Wonder".

Christa was no different. She treated Curt like he suspected she'd treat anyone else, but that still couldn't conceal her disappointment. When the two'd had sex a week ago and she acted like she didn't mind. Except Curt recognized that look of disappointment in her eye and knew that down deep, nothing had changed. Curt even suspected she was somewhat of a size fetishist, and knew that sex between them would never be what either she or he wanted.

Ever since he was fourteen, he'd been measuring himself to see if adolescence would catch him up to the other guys in the gym class locker room. It had been a fruitless wait. Even now, halfway between 16 and 17 years old, his erection could only reach a maximum three and a half inches long. His balls were similarly-sized, being about half the diameter of ping pong balls. It was frustrating as well as humiliating. Why did he have to be this way?

And why couldn't he change it?

For the past two months he'd been experimenting with baths of amino acids and trace chemicals found in DNA strands linked to sexual development. He'd tried countless experiments, but all his work was for nothing ... so far. His research would probably get him kicked out of the school if anyone found out; and since there was no cooking allowed in dorm rooms, it was a constant risk of someone smelling the warming chemicals and asking too many questions or complaining.

He'd tested each one of his concoctions with specially designed litmus paper and chemical interaction mixes. Some had yielded more promise than others, but nothing significant enough to risk using on himself. Wearily, he checked the clock; it was nearly 2am. Shaking his head, he dully added another five c.c.'s of Carbon-Hydroxide mixture #42 to the basic formula he'd concocted this week. If it worked, it should turn blue. Down deep, he knew it wouldn't.

Through bleary eyes, he watched the particles partially dissolved in the CHide drift into the amino bath along with the other compounds. He turned up the flame beneath them. For several moments nothing happened ... then it began to change color.

Blue.

Curt blinked and straightened up in his chair. It had changed to blue. Perfect blue without striations or lack of tint. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he peered closer for any signs of impurity. With a nervous laugh he quickly recorded this last step in his journal and noted the passage of the new compound by visual inspection. It was fantastic!

Quickly, he jumped up and spun around! He'd done it ... the compound passed the color test ... every other one had failed! And yet... His gaze went back to the blue liquid simmering away atop its flame. That was just the first test. Lord only knew how the compound would effect a living subject.

He walked over to the desk again and withdrew a tiny amount from the vial with an eyedropper. Taking it into his bedroom, he put it on the dresser by his bed to let it cool. Lying down, he thought about what he'd have to do if he succeeded. Buy new pants, that was for sure! But how big should he go? In some of his fantasies, he'd dreamt about being like those porno stars he'd seen on some videos ... the guys who looked like they were hung like ponies. Still, that could be difficult. There were many women who didn't like large men; it would seriously limit his dating range! Then again, he thought as he massaged his groin, he was doing this for himself; not anyone else...

Daydreaming, he reached down to the tiny lump at his crotch and began to massage his cock with his fingertips. Soon it would be different; this would be the last time he came as the "Tiny Weenie Wonder".

As he drifted off to sleep, the beaker in the next room continued to simmer...

The electronic buzz of Curt's alarm clock brought him to instant awareness. The night had passed quickly and it was nearly 9:00 Saturday morning. Blearily, he pawed at the incessant clock until it stopped its irritating noise. He'd woken with a hard-on (not surprising considering the dreams he'd had the night before) and looked down at his feeble erection.

With a hopeful smile, he patted his tiny member and stroked himself for a few minutes. Allowing the erotic sensation to ripple over him, he indulged his last waking dream for a few more minutes and reached over to the eye dropper. It had cooled down and still held the dark blue color.

"Here goes nothing..." he sarcastically muttered. Squeezing out a few drops onto the tip of his erect penis, he massaged the oil-like fluid over himself. A few more drops on his balls and he sat back in bed to see if anything would happen. Minutes passed.

No tingling sensation, no warmth ... nothing.

Perhaps a larger dosage... After all, according to his calculations, the amount in the eye dropper should give him a 200% increase, and he'd only used a third of the total. Waiting for another fifteen minutes just to be sure, he gently applied the remainder of the solution.

Masturbating slowly, he rubbed the chemical into his flesh until a thin, blue sheen covered his genitals. Slowly, Curt's skin absorbed the liquid and his cock 'n balls returned to their former color. Still watching, he set the timer on his alarm clock. Something should happen at least within the first quarter-hour... That was one of the signs it would be working. Time passed slowly.

Fifteen minutes went by ... then another fifteen.

No change.

Curt clenched his eyes shut as he felt his heart drop. He had been so close... The DNA chemical discoveries, the amino bath ... even the mass-increase problems. Everything had been worked out. He'd worked on natural sex development for such a long time that...

He sat up suddenly. The amino bath!

Jumping out of bed stark naked, he ran into the main room of his dorm. The flame was still burning and the Pyrex beaker had boiled down to a thick, blue sludge on the bottom. Overnight, he'd boiled off at least 85% of the liquid contents of his material... With the expense of replacing it, it would be weeks before he could afford to try again! Dismay overcoming him, Curt capped the Bunsen burner and collapsed into the overstuffed chair he kept by the window.

Blankly, he stared at the glop in the two-litre container he'd cooked down over the past six hours. Deep inside a part of him didn't want to believe he'd made such a thick-headed blunder. Still, there it was; staring him in the face. He only had himself to blame. The experiment was unsalvageable. Or was it.

The analytical part of Curt's mind started working on the problem. Fueled by desperation, he slowly sat up and stared at the near-empty beaker. True, most of the crucial amino-acids would've broken down under that kind of sustained heat, but what if the key elements had already finished their reaction? The remaining glop might have properties that the batch from earlier lacked. Quickly taking the beaker, he ran it over to the pan of room temperature water he kept on the window sill. Immersing it slowly, he started cooling the boiled mixture.

Going back into the bedroom, he snapped up the eyedropper, his calculator and a large petri dish. Most of the fluid had been lost; a certain percentage of it must've been ruined by the long-term exposure. However, he could theoretically calculate how much active ingredient may be left in the blue sludge. Maybe enough for a valid test.

After a few moments, his fingers finished their trek across the keypad. If his calculations were correct, there should be enough left in the sludge for another three eyedroppers full! Anxiously, he checked the temperature of the glop and filled the eyedropper. Sitting back in the chair carefully, he lay he his balls and penis in the petri dish and squeezed the contents of the eyedropper over himself.

It was still somewhat hot and Curt winced as he rubbed the thick chemical over his genitals. Vigorously, he rubbed the stuff into his skin until his flesh took on the same dark blue color as before. Quickly, he checked the clock on the wall. 9:40.

A faint tingle seemed to seep into his penis as he sat and watched. Still nothing happened. 9:50 came and went with no change ... the tingle began to fade. Desperate, Curt grabbed the remaining glop and poured it over his cock and began rubbing it in. The tingle remained, but nothing happened. Soon, as the clock slowly etched its way to 10:20, the feeling faded and left him with a blue-stained cock still the same small size as ever...

Closing his eyes, he cursed his luck. He'd almost had it. It had reacted like he thought it might, except for the lack of growth. It shouldn't have been much, but there should've been something visible at the early stage. Interaction with his own glands should've seen to that... Sighing, he slowly got up. Fetching his clothes and a towel, he walked down to the dorm showers around the corner.

Making sure that there was no one inside, he folded his clothes in one of the cubicles and went into the large shower area. Quickly, he started to wash the blue color off of his cock. It didn't seem to be doing very well, but at least the erotic feelings showed him he could at least still fantasize... More vigorously, he rubbed himself as he worked the abnormal coloration out of his skin. Soon hard, he looked around. No one in yet; most of the dorm guys slept in 'till at least Noon on Saturday.

Sighing, Curt began stroking himself off.

Slowly, he began to feel a bit better about the whole situation; he'd be able to continue ... it would just take a while. Stroke after stroke brought him to the edge of cumming when, with a shock, he noticed the tingle had come back. Looking down at his soap-covered member, he could feel the tingle build as he built himself towards climax. Groaning in pleasure, he continued more rapidly, pumping himself harder and faster. Soon, with a roaring heat, the tingle seemed to explode into the most sensual experience Curt had ever had. It felt like he was cumming, but he couldn't.

Looking down, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was growing! Eyeballing his size against his own hand, he was already at least a half inch beyond his normal 3 1/2 and growing as he watched. He stopped pumping himself as his balls tried to cum; but nothing happened. Instead, the pressure seemed to build along his whole length and he just continued to grow larger.

And larger.

Five inches came and went, as did six. Slowly, his hard-on got thicker and longer as his tiny balls began to swell. It was like watching a long, thick balloon slowly fill. The pressure was growing more and more intense as seven inches neared. His balls were almost an inch and a half across now as the pressure swelled and suddenly, released.

With orgasmic shock, Curt watched himself spray an arc of cum across the shower room to the opposite wall, six feet away. Each spasm shook him with uncontrolled sexual ecstasy as he continued to churn out his juices. Gradually, the effect waned and left Curt panting in tired relief. Slowly, he felt the tingle fade as he looked down to his still-stiff member in his hands.

Enormously thick, his engorged cock was still throbbing at the workout it had received. Easily spanning seven inches in length, Curt's penis was an inch and three-quarters in diameter with balls that sagged -exhausted from their exertions- an amazing three inches across each. Curt smiled wearily in dumbfounded amazement. It was incredible! In under ten minutes he'd grown to somewhat larger-than-normal proportions with balls like tangerines...

It may not have been the size he'd been aiming for, but he'd finally done it!

After washing down the opposite wall of the showers, Curt dried himself off and quickly went back to his dorm room to call Christa. He had a real treat in store for her, and he couldn't wait to see her response!

Christa enjoyed dinner at Mancuso's and it had been difficult for Curt to sit with her through the movie afterwards, but now -sitting in Christa's room at the house where she lived- he smiled as he sat down across from her. It had taken getting used to, adjusting his larger cock when he moved or sat, but it was a trial he'd more than be willing to put up with. The other women that lived with Christa near campus were all out that night, so they had the house alone to themselves. Slowly, Christa sidled over to Curt and put her arm around his shoulders.

"So Curt... What was eating you all night?"

Curt looked a bit surprised that he'd been so obvious. Slowly, he smiled. "Well, I was remembering last week; y'know, over at my dorm."

She smiled and shook her long, auburn hair out of its binder. Quietly, she sidled over next to him and put an arm over his shoulder. "Oh really? Maybe we shoulda ordered a pizza and video tape instead..." Seductively, she nuzzled his neck and left tiny impressions of her kisses along the side of his face.

A satisfied shudder of expectation made Curt blush as he encircled her waist with his arm and returned her kiss. Both leaning back on Christa's couch, the two embraced and kissed. Although Christa was a bit over-endowed, needing a custom-made bra for her volleyball-sized breasts; she still pulled him tightly to her and began to massage Curt's lower back. Curt could feel his recent endowments rising to attention in his jeans, and shifted a bit uncomfortably. Soon, as her hands began working the bulge in his pants, she paused -looking a bit curious. With a half smile, she patted Curt's crotch.

"C'mon Curt ... you don't need to 'pad your bra' with me."

Curt simply smiled. His excitement couldn't be held in check any longer. "I didn't," he proclaimed ecstatically, "take a look..."

With deft hands and an amused look on her face, Christa undid the zipper and button on his jeans. Already pushing past the elastic binder on his underpants, Curt's erection stood out proudly. Christa gasped.

"That ... that's," she paused, looking for the right word, "impossible!" She looked up at him, amazed. "Curt, what happened? You're ... bigger!"

Slowly, Curt pulled off the remainder of his pants and shrugged. "It was an experiment; and it worked..."

Christa smiled, shaking her head in amazement. "I'll say! Holy shit, Curt; this could be the cosmetic-surgery discovery of the decade!" She paused, her intellectual amazement giving way to more sexual thoughts. "Is it ... is it, safe to touch?"

Curt stretched his arms back and slipped his hands around her waist. Slowly, her tight sweater pulled off her body, revealing her tight, flat stomach; her enormous, ample cleavage; and overall, her perfect, clear complexion. Tossing the sweater to one side, Curt leaned forward and tentatively kissed her cheek. "It's as safe as always... Do you like 'big'?"

Taking back her confidence and control of the conversation, Christa slowly leaned down and licked the tip of Curt's penis. "Does that answer your question?" she asked as she licked the tip again.

Curt's temporary control and pride dwindled under her ministrations as he dumbly nodded to the ecstasy she delivered. Rising, she pulled off his shirt and the rest of her clothes, laying them on the arm of the sofa. "Actually," she said, "I've loved 'big' for a looooong time. You just can't admit it in public ... it's not 'Politically Correct' for a woman to like guys who are hung like horses..." She paused as she licked his erection again. "...or even Bigger..." With a deep thrust, Christa suddenly wrapped her lips entirely around his penis and took his seven inches deep within her throat. Rising for air, she looked him in the eye, "I mean, you may not be 'horse-like'; but bigger than you were and that's Definitely better!"

The slight feeling of inadequacy Curt felt at her comment about him still not being up-to-size quickly faded as she began to lick his engorged tip and run her mouth up and down his shaft. Tenderly, she took his small-orange-sized balls and squeezed them. Continuously, his hips ground against her as she administered to him orally and sucked his cock like a milking machine. The tingle in his penis grew as his balls seemed to churn amidst the attention. Her pumping grew more and more frenzied as she squeezed him tighter and harder.

Her enormous, breasts -nipples hardened to the size of her thumb tips- brushed enticingly against his thighs. Lost in ecstasy, he fondled her soft flesh; gently caressing the aureoles and heavy curve beneath them. Slowly, the pressure built up inside him and he knew he was going to cum. Breaths coming in short pants, he struggled to gasp out "I'm cumming ... Christa..."

But he didn't.

The tingle in his cock filled his body as he arched his back in a quasi-orgasm. Christa's eyes widened in amazement as suddenly, Curt's cock began to grow. Slowly, like a long balloon, Curt's erection began to push deeper into Christa's mouth and throat. Her eyes widened in amazement. Taking hold of his shaft with both hands, Christa continued to suck with wild abandon. Harder and harder, she drew on his cock, as Curt watched his member swell between her lips. Continuously, he grew longer and thicker, as his balls began to strain against her hands. Soon, his testicles swelling past the size of oranges, his pubic hair began growing in a massive tangle around his genitals.

Still, his cock grew.

Eight inches ... Nine, and still growing. His erection was now half as thick as his own wrist as -with a grunt of sexual ecstasy- he began to spurt enormous quantities of cum into Christa's throat. Greedily, she slurped and sucked on him as the tingle began to fade. Drop by drop, she tried to stem the stream, but enormous quantities spilled out from around her mouth. Nearly a minute passed, as Curt reached and exceeded ten inches. Still sucking down as much of his cum as she could, Christa squeezed his balls tightly, as if wringing every drop out of him. Spurting over her lips, face and hair, Curt's orgasm gradually subsided, leaving him still shaking with pleasure.

Gasping for air, Christa wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and looked at Curt, stunned. "That's ... that's some experiment!" she gasped.

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 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?"

Curt shrugged. "A variety of organic compounds normally found in DNA patterns associated with sexual development. I mean, I had to also 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 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 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.

"Not bad..." she murmured. Brightening, she tapped his still-stiff 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 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...