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Centimeter by centimeter he watched his cock grow thicker,
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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
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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
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His massive rod stood up from his midsection like a bent flagpole.  
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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.
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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.
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"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
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endowments were extremely obvious.  His penis hung all the way to his
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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
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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.
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The first chemical seemed to be stimulated by sexual arousal and
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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
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for his amazing erections, but he couldn't confirm it.  Nonetheless, he
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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,
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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
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Christa opened the door to the family "hunting lodge" and set down
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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
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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...
 

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Next Live stream[edit]

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Friday 2019-02-22 starting at 19:00. Come play Road Rash 2 at Noisebridge with the NGA. We'll be streaming live via NGALAC to twitch.tv/noisebridge.

You can stream anytime on NGALAC, but you are invited to experience some of the best quality racing combat the mega drive with the NGA during this planned event. If you can't come to Noisebridge, join us online.

We'll work though the single player and race each other in two player split screen.

Noisebridge Gaming Archivists: What We Are About[edit]


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What: The Noisebridge Gaming Archivists are all about the preservation, modification and enjoyment of video games of yore! Come hang out, play games, mod systems, make chiptunes or just chat.

When: 6:00pm - 10pm -- Occasional Fridays - Will be announced a few days in advance on #nbgamingarchivists Slack channel. If you don't know what Slack is or how to use it, talk to a Noisebridge member!

Where: Noisebridge, 2169 Mission St., San Francisco, 94114 (at 18th St., near 16th St. BART station).

Map: Getting_Here

Who: Anyone! Let's play ALL the games!

Come join us. Everyone is welcome.

People who do things:

Mari - Plans the events, makes stuff. Loves vidya.
Mark - Curates Library, Develops, Mods, Hacks, Plays games.

People who are working with the NGA:

Jarrod - Helping with the Noisebridge Gaming Archivists Live Arcade Cabinet (NGALAC)


Our Library: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1oQDeJfeTjP8PKCP3DuNx0yGeS12oxsNbj6Ey1xuFd4s/edit?usp=sharing

NGA Logos and Identity[edit]

If you would like to use the NGA logos and read the design guidelines for NGA related materials, they are located here Noisebridge_Gaming_Archivists_Identity