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<big><big>5MoF - February 15, 2018 (8:00pm)</big></big>

Put your name and title of your presentation - additionally a link if anyone wants to learn more.

'''Please also include contact details so that organisers can notify you in case the event needs to be canceled or postponed. A user page with details suffices.'''

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Five Minutes of Fame

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<div style="margin:auto;text-align: center;border: 6px solid #00b;background-color:#fff;color:#000; margin:0.5em;">
 
5MoF
 
'''[[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2018_01_18|3rd Thursday January 2018 5MoF]]'''
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[[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2018_01_18|January 5MoF]]

[[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2018_02_15|February 5MoF]]

==What is Five Minutes of Fame?==
Five Minutes of Fame (5MoF) is ten five minute talks in an hour, with a short intermission so you can get another beer.
Talks tend to be ad-hoc, poorly-planned, and awe-inspiring.

==How do I sign up to give a talk?==
Sign up to speak by following the link above, clicking "edit", and adding yourself to the list.

==When and Where?==
5MoF happens [[Getting_here|at Noisebridge, 2169 Mission St, San Francisco]] every 3rd Thursday of the month at 8pm.

==Questions, comments, and more info==

Interested in [[Past 5mofs]]? Or the [https://www.meetup.com/noisebridge/events/235798258/ meetup.com page]?

==Past 5MoFs==

=== 2017 ===
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_NB10|10 Years of noisebridge]]
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2017_08_17|2017-08-17]]
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2017_07_20|2017-07-20]]
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2017_02_02 | 2017-02-02]]
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2017_01_26 | 2017-01-26]]

=== 2016 ===
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2016_12_08 | 2016-12-08]]
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2016_12_01 | 2016-12-01]]

=== 2015 ===
* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2015 06 18 | 2015-06-18]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2015 05 21 | 2015-05-21]]
=== 2014 ===
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2014_09_18 | 2014-09-18]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2014_05_15 | 2014-05-15]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2014_04_16 | 2014-04-16]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2014_03_20 | 2014-03-20]]

=== 2013 ===
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2013_02_21 | 2013-02-21]]
=== 2012 ===
=== 2011 ===
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2011_01_20 | 2011-01-20]]
=== 2010 ===
* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_12_16 | 2010-12-16]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_11_18 | 2010-11-18]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_10_21 | 2010-10-21]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_09_16 | 2010-09-16]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_08_19 | 2010-08-19]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_07_15 | 2010-07-15]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_06_17 | 2010-06-17]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_05_20 | 2010-05-20]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_04_15 | 2010-04-15]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_03_18 | 2010-03-18]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_02_18 | 2010-02-18]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2010_01_21 | 2010-01-21]]
=== 2009 ===

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2009_12_17 | 2009-12-17]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2009_11_19 | 2009-11-19]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2009_10_15 | 2009-10-15]]

* [[Five_Minutes_of_Fame_2009-09-17 | 2009-09-17]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2009-08-20 | 2009-08-20]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2009-07-16 | 2009-07-16]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2009-06-18 | 2009-06-18]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2009-05-21 | 2009-05-21]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2009-04-16 | 2009-04-16]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2009-03-19 | 2009-03-19]]

* [[Five Minutes of Fame 2009-02-19 | 2009-02-19]]

== CODE ==

<pre>
/*
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|_ __ _|___) | | | | |__| | | San Francisco's XXXth Finest
|_||_| |____/|_| |_|\____/|_| Hacker Show and Tell.

_ _ _ _ _ _____ _ _ _
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|_| |_|\__,_|\___|_|\_\ \__|_| |_|\___| |_| |_|\__,_|_| |_|\___|\__(_)

Third Thurs, 8PM, Noisebridge, 2169 Mission St, SF, CA, Earth Prime

More info: http://nburl.net/5mof
Get here: http://nburl.net/gethere

Submit your talk now! http://5mof.net/signup/

1/13/14
-thex
#fort

Hardware h4x0r extradonaire, the hilaire.

Send b33r or b!tcoin to noisebridge, c/o #fort

*/

// Number of segments (Shift Register * 8)
#define numOfRegisterPins 24

int SER_Pin = 8; //pin 14 on the 75HC595
int RCLK_Pin = 9; //pin 12 on the 75HC595
int SRCLK_Pin = 10; //pin 11 on the 75HC595

// Number of seconds to count from (5 minutes)
int counter = 301;

boolean registers[numOfRegisterPins];

// Time has expired, count up
boolean timeUp = false;

int segments[] = {1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 0, // 0
2, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0 ,0, // 1
1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 0, 0, // 2
1, 2, 3, 4 ,7, 0, 0, // 3
2, 3, 4, 5, 0, 0, 0, // 4
1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 0, 0, // 5
3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 0, 0, // 6
1, 2, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0, // 7
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, // 8
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 0 // 9
// A
// B
// C
// D
// E
};// F

void setup()
{
pinMode(SER_Pin, OUTPUT);
pinMode(RCLK_Pin, OUTPUT);
pinMode(SRCLK_Pin, OUTPUT);
}

void loop()
{
int minutes, seconds;

if (!timeUp)
{
if(--counter < 0)
{
counter = 1;
timeUp = true;
}
} else {

if (++counter > 599)
{
n0153();
}
}

minutes = floor(counter / 60);

seconds = counter - (minutes * 60);

setDigits(minutes * 100 + seconds);

delay(1000);
}

void setDigits(int num)
{
int digit0, digit1, digit2;

clearRegisters();
writeRegisters();

digit0 = num;
while(digit0 >= 10)
digit0 -= 10;

digit1 = (num - digit0) / 10;
while(digit1 >= 10)
digit1 -= 10;

digit2 = (num - digit0 - digit1 * 10) / 100;

setDigit(0, digit0);
setDigit(1, digit1);
setDigit(2, digit2);

writeRegisters();
}

// Update individual digit with number
void setDigit(int digit, int num)
{
// Determine register offset
int offset = digit * 8;

// Determine num offset
int numOff = num * 7;

// Set on segments HIGH
for (int i = 0; i < 7; i++)
{
if (segments[i + numOff] > 0)
registers[segments[i + numOff] + offset] = HIGH;
}
}

//set all register pins to LOW
void clearRegisters()
{
for(int i = 0; i < numOfRegisterPins; i++)
registers[i] = LOW;
}

//Set and display registers
//Only call AFTER all values are set how you would like (slow otherwise)
void writeRegisters()
{
digitalWrite(RCLK_Pin, LOW);

for(int i = 0; i < numOfRegisterPins; i++)
{
digitalWrite(SRCLK_Pin, LOW);

digitalWrite(SER_Pin, registers[i]);

digitalWrite(SRCLK_Pin, HIGH);
}

digitalWrite(RCLK_Pin, HIGH);
}

void n0153()
{
while(true)
{
for (int i = 0; i < numOfRegisterPins; i++)
registers[i] = random(2) > 0.5 ? HIGH : LOW;
writeRegisters();
delay(round(random(314)));
}
}
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= NOISEBRIDGE HACKER TRIP TO CHINA #8 -- Start Date: TBD -- perhaps 25-October-2018, in [city TBD] -- End Date: TBD -- perhaps 16-November-2018, in [city TBD]=

[[File:HTTC2014WelcomeHackers.jpg|thumb|right|Trip #4 Welcome to China!, Beijing]]

[[File:KungFuHacking_Nov_2013.jpg|thumb|right|Trip #3 Kung Fu Hacking: Hackers In Residence Kickoff event at Tsinghua University, Beijing]]

[[File:petrochemical_university.jpg|thumb|right|Trip #2 Visit to Petrochemical Univeristy, Beijing]]

[[File:Beijing_Oct_2009.jpg|thumb|right|Trip #1 Jingshan Park, Beijing]]

[[File:Shenzhen_Oct_2016.jpg|thumb|right|Trip #5 Visit to Seeed Studio's factory, Shenzhen]]

[[File:Zhenzhou_Oct_2016.jpg|thumb|right|Trip #5 Presentations at Zhengzhou High School #2, Zhengzhou]]

== Previous Hacker Trips To China ==
::''This will be the 8th Noisebridge Hacker Trip To China.'' 
::'''''(The dates are not set, the start and end cities are not set, and the itinerary will be an outline and open to change.)'''''
::''In previous years' Hacker Trips To China, we've visited cities that currently have a hackerspace, visited my manufacturer, Seeed Studio, and other manufacturers. We also visited Tsinghua University, considered the most prestigious university in China, and other schools -- all of which have now starting hackerspaces. China continues to explode with hackerspaces! We also went to the International Exhibition of Inventions Kunshan (IEIK 2014), near Shanghai. And everywhere we went, we were shown around by local geeks, to see what they thought was interesting where they live. Also, wherever we went, those of us interested gave talks, presentations, workshops, and demos. In 2016 we gave presentations at NY University - Shanghai, DFRobot (an open hardware company in Shanghai), Shanghai Maker Carnival, Zhengzhou High School Number 2, "Second Generation and Start-ups" conference in Hangzhou.'' 

::''You can see info from the previous Trips: 
::''[[ChinaTrip|Hacker Trip To China 2009]]'' 
::''[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip2|Hacker Trip To China 2011]]'' 
::''[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip3|Hacker Trip To China 2013]]'' 
::''[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip4|Hacker Trip To China 2014]]'' 
::''[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip5|Hacker Trip To China 2015]]'' 
::''[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip6|Hacker Trip To China 2016]]'' 
::''[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip7|Hacker Trip To China 2017]]'' 

::-- [[User:Maltman23|Mitch]].

== This year's Hacker Trip To China ==
'''When:''' [date TBD] in [city TBD] through [date TBD] in [city TBD].

'''Flight, transportation, and hotel Info''': We were each be on our own to book our own air fare to meet in our starting city, [city TBD], on [date TBD], and fly home from out ending city, [city TBD], on [date TBD]. Of course, you can decide to come and go as you please. 

I'll organized the itinerary and the hotels and other transport. I'll pay in advance for some of this, and you can pay me back when we're in China. 

'''Where:''' In each of the cities we will go to, we'll visit some of their local hackerspace(s), and will be shown around by local geeks to see what interested them where they live. We'll also have plenty of time to do "normal" (and spectacular) tourist things too! 

'''Here's some possible places we might visit, leaving plenty of room for the serendipity that makes our Hacker Trip To China truly unique and memorable:''' 
* We will start our trip by meeting in '''Hong Kong''' and visit [http://www.dimsumlabs.com/ Dim Sum Labs] hackerspace. Hong Kong is a fantastic city, so, we'll also see lots of other cool stuff in Hong Kong. [[Hong Kong Guide]] 
* Then we'll go across the border to mainland China again, to '''Shenzhen''' to visit [http://www.chaihuo.org/ Chaihuo Makerspace], [http://www.szdiy.org/ SZDIY] hackerspace, [http://litchee.cn/en/ Litchee Lab], and a few other hackerspaces, some of which are real, and hundreds of which are brand new (this year) over-the-top bizarre government-started places where they want to create "the next Apple" (we won't visit them all!). We'll visit [http://www.chaihuo.org/xfactory/ x.factory] while we are in town, an interesting mix of hackerspace and incubator, where we will be welcomed for a Bring-A-Hack event, where anyone of us (for those who want to), along with the general public, can show off their projects. We will also visit [http://www.seeedstudio.com Seeed Studio] - the open source hardware company - to meet the cool folks there and to see their manufacturing facilities. We may meet with the founders of [http://dangerousprototypes.com/ Dangerous Prototypes] - another open source hardware company. We'll also visit other manufacturers, to see where all the things we use in our daily lives come from (such as springs, cables, PCBs, packaging, etc., etc.). We can also visit Dorabot, a Chinese robotics company comprised of people in the Shenzhen hackerspace scene. Of course, we'll also visit the famous (and totally awesome!) [http://www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/shenzhen/print Huaqiangbei electronics market] in Shenzhen (where, we may again be shown around by a professional buyer from Deal Extreme (dx.com). And if uhgall@gmail.com happens to be in town, we might visit [http://www.constellation.ws/ Constellation] or even stay in their factory dorm. 
* We will then make our way to '''Beijing''' where we may visit [http://www.bjmakerspace.com/ Beijing Makerspace], and other hackerspaces. We'll also visit Tsinghua University, where they built the world's largest hackerspace last year (called the "iCenter"), and where I've been hacker in residence. Beijing has lots and lots of way amazing stuff to visit and be a part of!
* Our last city will be '''Shanghai'''. In Shanghai we will visit [http://www.etonnet.com/ my manufacturer (Etonnet)] that I have used for [http://www.tvbgone.com TV-B-Gone] remote controls and [http://www.neurodreamer.com NeuroDreamer] sleep masks, where we will all get to see how products are made, from start to finish, learning how manufacturing works. We will also visit [http://xinchejian.com/ XinCheJian] hackerspace in Shanghai. We can also visit companies started by hardware hacker geeks, such as [http://www.dfrobot.com/ DFRobot]. We can visit Phicomm, a medium-sized OEM manufacturer. We can also visit the [http://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/4064240200/in/set-72157622640069902/ Shanghai electronics mall] (a smaller version of the famous electronics mall we will later visit in Shenzhen).

For most of us, our trip will end at the end of three weeks, as many people on our trip will fly home from our last city, [city TBD], on [date TBD].

''Of course, everyone is free to arrive and leave whenever you like for the Hacker Trip To China. 

'''Cost:''' For the Hacker Trip To China 2017, I paid $2,656 total (for 4 weeks), including air fare from SF, food, lodging, transportation, a new smart phone, a bunch of new clothing, and everything. 
''As in past years, part of this year's trip may be paid for by Tsinghua University and other hosts that invite us to give presentations.''

'''#hashtag:''' [https://twitter.com/hashtag/httc2018 #httc2018]      (Hacker Trip To China 2018)

 
 

== Itinerary outline for Hacker Trip to China 8 ==

'''The start and end dates are set, the start and end cities are set, but the rest of the itinerary is open to serendipity:'''
''7-October-2017 -- '''Leave home''' for '''Hong Kong''' (arrive in Hong Kong on 8-October)''
''8-October-2017 -- We all meet in '''Hong Kong''' -- hotel: various in Tsim Sha Tsui
'''8-October to 11-October -- Hong Kong'''
8-October, 8pm: Group dinner, TST
9-October, 12pm: Walk around with William Liang (Maker Hive, escalators, snacks)
9-October, 3pm-4pm: Veggie Sushi(!) in Prince Edwards (104 Lai Chi Kok Road)
9-October, 4:30pm: visit Looking Glass (startup that makes 3D video)
9-October, 6pm-8:30pm: visit [http://www.makerbay.org Maker Bay, Yau Tong], with presentations
9-October, 10pm-, Wan Chai drinks
10-October, 10am-3pm: Free time sightseeing Prince Edwards
(Temple Street Tin Hau Temple, Women Market, Bird Garden, Gold Fish market)
10-October, 3pm-5pm: Dim Sum (walk from Prince): Tim Ho Wan in Sham Shui Po
10-October, 5pm-7pm: Apliu Street Flea market, Spycams, Golden Computer center
10-October, 8pm-10pm: visit [http://www.dimsumlabs.com/ Dim Sum Labs], soldering workshop by Mitch, HackJam on rooftop
10-October, 12pm: LKF - Lan Kwai Fong bars
''11-October, afternoon -- ferry or subway to Shenzhen''
'''11-October to 16-October -- Shenzhen'''
''11-October -- hotel: Jinjiang Inn Shenzhen Huaqiang North''
11-October, 8pm: Group Dinner at Yunlaiju Vegetarian Restaurant
12-October, 10am-12pm: Product Life Cycle class at NOA Labs
12-October, 1pm-5pm: tour of Huaqiangbei (electronics markets) w/ Scotty (of Strange Parts), and others
12-October, afternoon: visit Troublemaker hackerspaces in Huaqianbei
12-October, 6:30pm: meetup at HAX -- Mitch gives presentation what worked (and didn't work) well with his TV-B-Gone startup -- others welcome to give presentations on their startup dos and don't-dos
13-October, 8am: leave hotel for visit to Seeed Studio AMC and factory tours (two separate groups)
13-October: Group A factory tour: Seeed Studio AMC, Zealfull (PCB), Jercio (LED), Honpe (plastic injection molding)
13-October: Group B factory tour: Seeed Studio AMC, Ashcloud (packing), King Brother (PCB), AMC (plastic injection molding)
13-October: 7pm: return to hotel from tour of factories (two separate groups)
14-October, 2pm: visit Dorabot (open hardware robot company)
14-October, 6pm-8pm: visit Lab 0x0 -- give demos!
15-October, 4pm-6pm: Chaihuo x.factory Bring-A-Hack
''16-October, 10:00am -- train G822 to Xi'an''
'''16-October to 19-October -- Xi'an'''
''16-October -- hotel: Vienna Hotel''
17-October, 9am-5pm: ShaanXi Makerspace tour and presentations
17-October, 5pm-8pm: special dinner
18-October, 8:30am-10am: Xi'an Innovation and Design Center Maker's Symposium
18-October, 10am-8pm: Xi'an traditional maker and culture hands-on tour
''19-October, 12:42pm -- train G658 to Beijing''
'''19-October to 24-October -- Beijing'''
''19-October -- hotel: various: in hutongs NE of Jinshan Park''
20-October, 1:30pm: Tsinghua University iCenter
21-October, 12pm: art galleries and 798 with Gloria
23-October, 1:30pm: meet-and-greet with Tsinghua University students
23-October, 5pm: visit Makebator
23-October, 6pm-9pm: Beijing LUG dinner and meeting
''24-October, 2:00pm -- train G3 to Shanghai''
'''24-October to 28-October -- Shanghai''' ''
''24-October -- hotel: Le Tour Traveler's Rest International Youth Hostel''
25-October, 3pm-4pm: [Messed this up by going to the wrong NYU campus] meet-and-greet at Interactive Media Arts (IMA) at NYU Shanghai
26-October, morning: visit Yagr/Etonnet (Mitch's manufacturer)
26-October, evening: DFRobot/Mushroom Cloud visit and presentations
27-October, 7pm-9pm: XinCheJian Global Forum -- presentations by 13 if us
''28-October-2017 -- '''fly home''' (arrive NA or EU on same day)''

== Very Useful Guide about Internet, Phones, Translation, and Navigation ==
One of the two Noah's who were on the HTTC2017 wrote [[Noahs_Guide|this very useful guide]]!

== Hong Kong Guide ==
[[Hong Kong Guide]]

 
 
 
 
 

== Photos from Hacker Trip To China 2017==
<gallery>
File:HTTC2017HongKong.jpg
File:HTTC2017Shenzhen.jpg
File:HTTC2017Xian.jpg
File:HTTC2017Beijing.jpg
File:HTTC2017Shanghai.jpg
File:HTTC2017Beijing2.jpg
</gallery>

Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157665928352469/ Hong Kong, Oct-2017] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157665929390189/ Shenzhen, Oct-2017] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157688052606231/ Xi'an, Oct-2017] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157688052837801/ Beijing, Oct-2017] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157687009709482/ Shanghai, Oct-2017] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157688893716634/ Beijing Set 2, Oct-2017] 


[https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/collections/72157665931188619/ Mitch's photos for HTTC 2017 all in one place]


 
 
 
 

== Photos from Hacker Trip To China 2016==
<gallery>
File:HTTC2016Shanghai.jpg
File:HTTC2016Zhenzhou.jpg
File:HTTC2016Shenzhen.jpg
File:HTTC2016Beijing.jpg
File:HTTC2016Hangzhou.jpg
File:HTTC2016Beijing2.jpg
</gallery>

Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157672475058474/ Shanghai, Oct-2016] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157674645655612/ Zhengzhou, Oct-2016] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157676024748146/ Shenzhen, Oct-2016] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157676142107066/ Beijing, Oct-2016] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157676144570756/ Hangzhou, Oct-2016] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157672603805234/ Beijing Set 2, Oct-2016] 


[https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/collections/72157674928976010/ Mitch's photos for HTTC 2016 all in one place]


 
 
 
 

== Photos from Hacker Trip to China 2015==
<gallery>
File:HTTC2015HongKongNeon.jpg
File:HTTC2015ShenzhenFactory.jpg
File:HTTC2015ShanghaiTempleMall.jpg
File:HTTC2015BeijingDoor.jpg
File:HTTC2015HangzhouTemple.jpg
File:HTTC2015BeijingShop.jpg
File:HTTC2015SuzhouUmbrellas.jpg
</gallery>

Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157659076735178 Hong Kong, Oct-2015] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157660026965949 Shenzhen, Oct-2015] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157660038275888 Shanghai, Oct-2015] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157658114137264 Beijing, Oct-2015] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/albums/72157660424228042 YiWu & Hangzhou, Oct-2015] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/albums/72157660650175925 Beijing Set 2, Oct-2015] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/albums/72157658310336814 Shanghai & Suzhou, Oct-2015] 


[https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/collections/72157660374807166/ Mitch's photos for HTTC 2015 all in one place]


 
[https://picasaweb.google.com/dtharn/ChinaInOctober2015?feat=directlink Dave's photos]

 
Blake's photos:
* [https://www.flickr.com/photos/cwlcks/sets/72157662429341996 Hong Kong!]
* [https://www.flickr.com/photos/cwlcks/albums/72157660150285384 Shenzen!]
* [https://www.flickr.com/photos/cwlcks/albums/72157661790873029 Shanghai!]
* [https://www.flickr.com/photos/cwlcks/albums/72157660153522904 Beijing!]
 

Torrey's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/gp/torrey/Q840rT Hong Kong] 
Torrey's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/gp/torrey/yLo903 Shenzhen] 
Torrey's photos from [https://flic.kr/s/aHskqNiQeX Beijing] 
Torrey's photos from [https://flic.kr/s/aHskrE55NX Shanghai] 

 
 
 
 

== Photos from Hacker Trip to China 2014==
<gallery>
File:HTTC2014WelcomeHackers.jpg
File:HTTC20143Nod_b.jpg
File:HTTC2014AiWeiWei.jpg
File:HTTC2014BeijingLGBTcentre.jpg
File:HTTC2014Brooms.jpg
File:HTTC2014CableFactory.jpg
File:HTTC2014ChaiHuo.jpg
File:HTTC2014GiantSewing.jpg
File:HTTC2014Huaqianbei.jpg
File:HTTC2014IEIK2014.jpg
File:HTTC2014SeeedStudio.jpg
File:HTTC2014Shanghai.jpg
File:HTTC2014Tianjin.jpg
File:HTTC2014Tienanmen.jpg
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Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157646894397704/ Beijing, Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157648975298719/ Shanghai, Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157648981933060/ Shenzhen, Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157649396351315/ Kunshan, Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157649148594118/ Shanghai (2), Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157649146775640/ Beijing (2), Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157649146987360/ Tianjin, Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157647372474753/ Beijing (3), Nov-2014] 
Mitch's photos from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/sets/72157649287546450/ Singapore, Dec-2014] 


[https://www.flickr.com/photos/maltman23/collections/72157649162773126/ Mitch's photos for HTTC 2014 all in one place]


 
 
 
 

== You will Need a Chinese Visa!! ==
To go to China, you needed to get a visa!

Everyone should get a multiple-entry Tourist L visa (if you only get a single-entry visa, you'll be fine, but you won't have as many options, such as going in and out of Shenzhen to Hong Kong).

* And to get a visa, you need to have a passport that is valid ''at least'' 12 months after you planned to fly away from China (so, e.g., if you are leaving China on 28-October-2017, then your passport needs to be valid through 27-October-2017). Your passport must also have at least ''one entirely blank page''.

* You also need:
** a printout of a filled-out [http://www.china-embassy.org/eng/visas/fd/W020130830801798289342.pdf Visa Application Form V. 2013 of the People's Republic of China] (after we have everything we need I'll email you my filled out form as an example to follow).
** a copy of the information pages of your passport.
** a copy of your most Chinese visa (if you have been to China before).
** one 2"x2" recent color photo (not a printout).
** a screenshot or printout of hotel reservation confirmation (I'll email this to you when I have this).
** a copy of your airline tickets (both to and from China).

* For US citizens, the visa cost $140 (much cheaper for other nationalities). Starting this year, US citizens can get a multiple-entry visa, good for 10 years. We should all apply for a Tourist L visa.

You can pay the fee by Visa, MasterCard, Money Order, Cashier's Check or Company Check. ''Cash or Personal checks are not acceptable.''

To get a visa, you can go to your local Chinese consulate. No appointment is required. You go in one day, and it will be ready for pick up 4 business days later. My experience is that it takes about an hour the first day, and takes only a few minutes to pick up the visa a few days later. (2 to 3 business-day and 1 business day/same-day express service is available for $20 or $30.) 
''NOTE: The Chinese consulates are all closed for Chinese holidays! Please check the dates! For 2017 these dates were: 27-30 January, 29-30 May, 30-May, 9-June, 4-July, 4-September, 2-October, 9-October and other dates: 
[http://www.chinaconsulatesf.org/eng/lszj/t1424287.htm 2017 Chinese Consulate Holiday Schedule]''
 
(Citizens of US and Europe ''do not'' need a separate visa for Hong Kong.)
 

= Previous Noisebridge China Trips =
''If you're curious about the previous Noisebridge China Trips, they have their own wiki pages:'' 
[[ChinaTrip|Hacker Trip To China 2009]] 
          That first Noisebridge China Trip was inspired by Bunny Huang's [http://www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/shenzhen/print "geek tour"].
 
[[ChinaTrip|Hacker Trip To China 2009]]
 
[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip2|Hacker Trip To China 2011]]
 
[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip3|Hacker Trip to China 2013]]
 
[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip4|Hacker Trip to China 2014]]
 
[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip5|Hacker Trip to China 2015]]
 
[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip6|Hacker Trip to China 2016]]
 
[[NoisebridgeChinaTrip7|Hacker Trip to China 2017]]

--[[user: maltman23 | Mitch]].

= People interested in going on the Hacker Trip to China #8, 2018: =


'''Below is a list of people interested in going on next year's Hacker Trip To China.'''
 


'''You do not need to be a member of Noisebridge to go on this trip!'''
 

'''Please email me if you have any questions, or if you would like to meet up with us on the trip:''' 
''mitch *AT* CornfieldElectronics *DOT* com''

The trip is limited to 20 people total (including Mitch) 
-- the first 19 people (after Mitch) who are either there already, or who bought tickets to meet in our Trip's starting city (TBD) on or before [date TBD] are the people who are in this Trip        (which probably means flying away from home on or before [date TBD minus one day] 


Note: Many people have gotten good deals on their plane fares (including me) with the help of my friend Vlad at:        [http://www.flystein.com/ Flystein] Feel free to email me, and I'll send your email to Vlad, who will be happy to help you with your flights.
 

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[[Category:Travel]]
[[Category:Projects]]

Mediation

2018-01-05T04:18:56Z

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This is a wiki page for a mediation process to help address interpersonal conflicts in and relating to the Noisebridge community.

All relationships take work. This includes community. Community takes work. Occasionally there may be disagreements in any relationship.

The Noisebridge [[Conflict Resolution]] wiki page contains general guidance for people in the community who are experiencing problems. These suggestions might help someone who is trying to decide if they should seek mediation or not.

The first step when there is a disagreement is for the people involved to talk to each other, and, while following Noisebridge's one rule of being excellent to each other, work out the problem(s) together. This tends to clear up almost all disagreements.

If the disagreement can't be worked out together, all persons involved with the disagreement are encouraged to get together with a mediator.

Mediators are people who have volunteered their time to help people who have disagreements, to de-escalate conflict, to seek resolution, and to provide community support and protection for all involved. The ideal mediators should strive to make themselves readily accessible to both conflicting parties, and should also enjoy interacting with others without the need for imposing their own wills over those of the other people involved in the particular conflict.

The role of the mediator is to calmly talk with those involved to help clear up the disagreements they have with one another. If those involved agree, the mediator can help schedule an informal get-together with the parties involved (or act as go-between, if that is more appropriate). It is the mediators role to ensure that all involved feel safe, feel heard, and are able to say their peace. No one should feel attacked during the mediation get-together. More details on this are given below (''please see [[Mediation#Specific_process_for_mediators|Specific process for mediators]]'').

In past years, disagreements between people have been resolved through mediation -- even when it appeared to all those involved that the situation was intractable.

The following people have at some time or another over the last several years volunteered to help mediate conflicts and provide a sounding board and guidance for people who are experiencing troublesome interpersonal interactions.

* [[User:maltman23|Mitch]]
* [[User:bfb|Kevin]]
* [[User:Lxpk|Alex]]
* [[User:Tdfischer|Torrie]]
* [[User:Patrickod|Patrick]]
* [[User:Fineline|Steve]]
* [[User:Tman66|J]]
* [[User:Ruthgrace|Ruth Grace Wong]]

Feel free to contact any of the above people if you would like help in mediating any problems. Also, feel free to ask others to mediate for you, as the above volunteers are not an exclusive list.

Noisebridge operates by anarchic chaos, by do-ocracy, and, like all organizations, through a healthy serving of precedent. There are no rules for how this process should work, but we have some suggestions:

==General process:==
===Mediation:===

Mediators can actively mediate a discussion between the individuals having conflict, or talk to one individual as a proxy for the other.

===Mindfulness towards Escalation:===

If it seems appropriate, after talking with the original parties, the mediator (and indeed everyone involved) should start to tactfully ask around and find out if this is an isolated conflict or a more generalized problem in the community. Most personal problems at Noisebridge can be resolved through a series of calm one-on-one talks, and almost all of the rest can be solved by a series of mediated discussions. If mediation is unsuccessful, or if what is going on appears to be part of a larger pattern, the mediator may suggest calling a meeting of the Safe Space Working Group for discussion.

===Advocate:===

Before a problem with an individual is brought to a Safe Space Working Group, someone must step forward to act as an advocate for the individual, even if that individual happens to be widely disliked. It is all too easy for conflict to prod people into acting in ways that they later regret. There are sufficient people around the Space who are willing to act as advocates (see above list of mediator volunteers on this wiki page).

Discussing personal conflicts at the larger group level is not really considered all that excellent. On the other hand, a small supportive group environment more specifically committed to calm discussion and de-escalation '''can''' help defuse a problematic situation. Mediation and the Safe Space Working Group are resources available for use when needed.

If you try to follow these suggestions, that would be totally excellent.

==Specific process for mediators==

First, talk to the person(s) who asked you to mediate to find out more about the conflict.

Next step is to either calmly discuss the issue with the second party as a proxy or to enter a calm, mediated discussion between the two individuals in conflict.

Mediated discussion between individuals can be casual or very structured, depending on the tenor of the disagreement. One method that works in extreme cases is to sit down with both parties but ask them to only speak to you, not to each other, during the first part of the mediation. This helps each party to feel like their version of events is being heard. After you feel like you have both sides of the story, the conflicting parties should spend some time mirroring each other's feelings - in a structured way, taking turns restating the other person's concerns or position in their own words. Only after this point should the conflicting parties move towards actual dialogue.

At this point, also, it is important that mediators take some time outside of this process to tactfully ask around and find out if this is an isolated conflict or a more generalized problem in the community.

If this mediation is not successful, not embraced by one of the conflicting parties, or is partially successful but the mediator's research indicates that this may be part of a pattern of behavior, the mediator is encouraged to ensure there is an advocate for everyone involved, and to call for a Safe Space Working Group to discuss the issues.

Board/Agenda

2017-11-24T02:32:26Z

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== The next board meeting is scheduled for 1900h on 2014-04-02. ==

<pre width="110%">
The succeeding days passed the same way, marked by the inexorable growth of Andrew's cock and Megan's breasts, punctuated by daily meetings and measurements. One meeting was a brainstorming session to think of possible spin-offs to exploit (movie cameos, talk shows, clothing lines, porno, jumbo sex toys, dairy products, condoms, the list was endless). Andrew suggested that Megan could promote real estate. "She's got huuuuge ... tracts of land. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink." When Carson finally recognized the reference to Monty Python, he decided it was best not to associate Python Bio with the old British comedy troupe. "Customers would show up expecting us to walk silly. Or worse yet, that the doctors would all be wearing lederhosen with handkerchiefs on their heads. No, not the image we want at all." Porno was also shelved for the time being, on the grounds that they wanted the products to be first associated with more ordinary people, and not with strippers and adult film stars. "That will follow eventually, but we first want the product to be acceptable to the average middle class man and woman."

Andrew's growth stopped after a few more days, at a truly stupendous size. They had to find an ugly seamstress, sworn to secrecy, to come and measure him for clothing. (Her eyes had bugged out at the first sight of him, but she did her job, muttering about "damn scientists, freakshow, perverts all of 'em.") With the thought in mind that he would be appearing in public again at some point in the future, not to mention actually famous, he began to practice exercising control over his erections. He was able to suppress erection while watching Showtime, and eventually while watching the Playboy channel, but could never resist Megan's merest effort to make him hard. (This control saved him endless embarrassment later, as it became common at his public appearances for women to flash their tits at him, trying to arouse him by any means possible. Beautiful women, most of them stacked (some undoubtedly Python customers), with overwhelming urges to know him carnally... well, he guessed he knew how rock stars felt.)

Megan continued to grow for nearly a week after Andrew stopped, and spent most of her non-sleeping time exercising. The amount of weight she gained surprised her, as did the energy it took just to stand up. Her breasts went from volleyballs to basketballs, then to pumpkins and on to jumbo watermelons. Andrew ran out of fruit and vegetables to compare them too, but she continued to grow nonetheless. The MEV vector was designed to induce growth of supporting ligaments and skin along with other breast tissue, so she escaped the fate of mammary hypertrophy patients, who often ended up with huge but shapeless breasts. Hers were absolutely enormous, but still very well rounded and formed. Of course, lacking muscle and bone, that amount of tissue cannot be self-supporting without being unacceptably rigid, so her breasts did hang down when unsupported. However, they were still firm enough to project forward more than two feet. She learned not to sleep on her back, because the weight bothered her, and couldn't sleep on her front without bending her back uncomfortably. They soon fell into a standard nightly posture, each sleeping on their side, facing each other, typically with his huge cock sandwiched between her smothering tits.

The day after her growth stopped, a team of specialists came in to measure her and design adequate support garments. She rejected the idea of wheels. Andrew suggested that the bra should have a series of strap handles along the side, so that a team of bearers could hoist them along, whereupon Megan bumped him off balance. A week later, Carson declared the isolation concluded, and both subjects in complete health. They put on their new clothes (including, in Megan's case, a bra prototype), and were driven back to their house in a van to pick up personal effects. Python staff took care of closing out their utilities, forwarding their mail, and moving their furniture, essentially relocating them into their new "showcase" home. Days were now spent meeting with marketing and advertising specialists, corporate communications experts, an agent, and numerous professionals whose job it was to prepare them for the spotlight of fame. They were trained what to say, what not to say, how to deflect a question or steer a conversation, and how to do all of it while appearing completely untrained. Their free time was spent in the bedroom, or in the pool or spa immediately outside the bedroom. They found that sitting in the spa took essentially all of the weight off Megan's back, and that the mere sight of Megan's breasts floating in the water, and extending all the way across the spa to press against Andrew's chest, was enough to make him erect almost instantly. "Instantly" of course can take a few minutes when that much cock is involved. His erection would swell toward Megan, who would search for it by feel (not being able to see anything below her boobs, which covered the water's surface). Finding it, she invariably would rub Andrew to orgasm, often forcing him up through her cleavage.

After three weeks of intensive training, a week of vacation, and a few more days of "brushing up", Carson determined that they were ready. Carson had used the time to finally nail down the agreements with Delta, obtaining exclusive rights to both serpentitis viruses free and clear, leaving no visible link back to Delta. A press conference was scheduled to announce that Python was filing two applications with the FDA, and to introduce their new spokespersons. The press were left gasping for breath at Megan, and incredulous when they heard Andrew's particulars (his clothes were much more capable of concealing his anatomy). Full details of their measurements (including an oversize mammogram) were posted on the company website, along with testimonials from several nationally-known and respected doctors as to their authenticity. The buzz was enormous.

The Johnsons limited their appearances at first, granting a few interviews in the first week, and then only appearing once a month. After a few months, the appearances slowly became more frequent, and they began slowly building excitement about the Python products undergoing FDA review. By the time eight months had passed, they were full celebrities, household words, regular jokes and features of late night talk shows. Interest in the Python products was intense. The impatient attempted to break into the Python clinic on a weekly basis. Fortunately, the data submitted was sufficient for the FDA to approve both products (although some critics argued that it was simply a matter that the FDA did not dare to reject either product, for fear of starting riots).

The products were instant successes. The products were administered only at Python clinics, in order to prevent anyone from copying their virus, or from attempting to pass the virus to others. Clinics had been set up in Boston, Los Angeles, Paris, and Tokyo, with more in the planning stages. Customers were given comfortable rooms, similar to the isolation suites, and provided ample time to browse the Python catalogs of clothing and paraphernalia for their "special needs." Men were also given a special Python lapel pin, so that they could discreetly advertise their status. Married men often found that their wives refused to let them wear, or even keep, such pins, but in consolation found a flourishing 2nd hand market for them in online auction sites.

"Hi, I'm Doug Miller, and tonight on Really Late TV we have a couple of adults who are more 'adult' than most of us. Andy and Megan Johnson, I think you've heard of them. Andy Johnson gives new meaning to the term "johnson", and his wife, woohoo!, she gives new meaning to *my* johnson. I think I'm getting bigger just looking at her, and I haven't even had the treatment! Yet... Hey Oscar, have you had the treatment yet? Whoa, when did you start keeping a saxophone in your pants?"

"Hey Doug, I've always had a saxophone in my pants."

"Oscar, remind me to have the boss buy you a new case. You know, she is so big that not only can she not see her feet, she can't see anyone else's feet either! And they say that he's so long that after he takes a whiz, he throws it over his shoulder while he washes his hands! Anyway, let's bring out our guests with a warm welcome, Andy and Megan!"

"So Megan, is Andy *really* as big as his press says?"

"Are you kidding? He needs a second chair just for ... Oh, what can I say on national TV? Well, he needs another chair just for 'it'. And if I want to be ... affectionate in the car, I have to make sure the sunroof is open first."

"Dear, I have to open the sunroof as soon as I get in the car, just in case you bend over."

"And Megan, what do you say to critics who say that you're not entirely natural?"

"I say 'of course I'm not natural - I'm *super* natural'. Nobody else has ... (can I say breasts?) nobody else has boobs like this! At least, not yet. If they're talking about silicone, well, they can look at the mammogram that they can order from our website. No silicone there, and its signed by two certified X-ray technicians and physicians. If they're talking about 'did I grow this way', the answer is 'not by myself'! Here Andrew, would you hold this one for me?"

"Now who needs two chairs!"

"Now, Andy, you recently appeared on a British television show wearing a kilt. How did that go?"

"Well, we brought a clip. Do you want to roll it?"

"Roll the clip!"

***

"Now that has to be the longest kilt I've ever seen."

"Yes, well it was really more of a publicity stunt the show came up with. You know, how is a kilt going to cover all this, tune in and see."

"Not exactly a traditional kilt, was it?"

"No, of course not. But then, I'm not Scottish either. They basically made me a kilt long enough to drag on the floor, and put two slits on the sides for my legs so that I could walk in the thing. They even made up their own tartan, based on the Python Bio logo."

"Amazing. Now Megan, you've just come out with your own line of fashions. Tell us about them."

"Well, Doug, its basically a complete line of clothing designed specifically for the woman with a bigger bust."

"Bigger than what?"

"Well, not bigger than these, of course. No, they cover sizes starting at about DD and upwards all the way to me."

"You're new to design, aren't you"

"Well, yes. My background is in science, but I've taken that analytical skill and applied it to the special needs of Python customers, and married that to a refined sense of taste. And we have a bit of help from some of the big names."

"Could you stand up and model the dress you're wearing? This is one of your designs?"

"Yes, sure."

"Just make sure to stand far enough away from the desk, there, Megan."

"Ha ha. This particular dress is a new design, made so that it is easier to put on and take off by yourself. You don't actually have to see what you're doing."

"And do you put it on and take it off by yourself."

"No, not if I can help it!"

"Thank you Megan, that was quite, quite, ah stimulating. Now Andy, you're wearing a fairly special garment there yourself, aren't you?"

"Yes Doug, this is one of Megan's designs too. Well, I should say we designed it together."

"Well, the loose leg pants are certainly in style now."

"Yes, thank God for that. Now, these actually have a separate codpiece that's kind of built in. The compartment runs the length of the pants leg, although you can't really tell just from looking. Well, unless... Actually, my codpiece is a bit crowded, but they couldn't make the cod extending past the end of the pants leg, so I end up kind of scrunched up and packed in. I have a cord up here, if I pull that I can open the far end, or cause the whole thing to open up along this seam. Anyway, you see, there's a flap here that hides the separation unless you don't want it hidden, and the pants are made so that you can release them from the cod, and they basically fall off, regardless of any ... obstruction."

"I imagine that must be handy."

"Oh yes, even the regular clients find it very convenient. Nothing worse then really wanting to get your pants off quickly, and being prevented by the *reason* you want to get your pants off quickly."

"Now, there was something in the press recently: Megan, how tall are you?"

"I'm five foot five inches."

"And your bustline is...?"

"Ninety-two inches."

"And Andy, you're how tall?"

"I'm six foot one, Doug."

"And your *other* measurement?"

"At my peak, I'm about 78 inches long."

"Now, you gave an interview in which you said that the two of you had a small wager, right?"

"Yes, she bet that I was going to be longer than I was tall, and I bet her that she would be bigger around than she was tall."

"And it appears that you both won. So what was wagered?"

"She said I was going to need someone to carry ... it, and I said she would need someone to carry hers. So that's what we bet. Of course, I think *I* really won, because she exceeded her height by a lot more than I did. But we settled."

"I see, and how did you settle?"

"We each carry the other, and walk side by side. You see, the codpiece here is held down by Velcro, it comes loose, here you go Megan, just take this end. I'll just take this one... Don't start stroking it now, its already tit enough - I mean *tight* enough - I think we have to go now. Come on!"

"Astounding! And there they go! Aren't they quite the couple? Now, we're going to cut away to a commercial, and our next guest I'll have to introduce from here, because I'm not coming out from behind this desk for quite some time..."

Board/Agenda

2017-11-24T02:31:49Z

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== The next board meeting is scheduled for 1900h on 2014-04-02. ==

<pre width="80%">
The succeeding days passed the same way, marked by the inexorable growth of Andrew's cock and Megan's breasts, punctuated by daily meetings and measurements. One meeting was a brainstorming session to think of possible spin-offs to exploit (movie cameos, talk shows, clothing lines, porno, jumbo sex toys, dairy products, condoms, the list was endless). Andrew suggested that Megan could promote real estate. "She's got huuuuge ... tracts of land. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink." When Carson finally recognized the reference to Monty Python, he decided it was best not to associate Python Bio with the old British comedy troupe. "Customers would show up expecting us to walk silly. Or worse yet, that the doctors would all be wearing lederhosen with handkerchiefs on their heads. No, not the image we want at all." Porno was also shelved for the time being, on the grounds that they wanted the products to be first associated with more ordinary people, and not with strippers and adult film stars. "That will follow eventually, but we first want the product to be acceptable to the average middle class man and woman."

Andrew's growth stopped after a few more days, at a truly stupendous size. They had to find an ugly seamstress, sworn to secrecy, to come and measure him for clothing. (Her eyes had bugged out at the first sight of him, but she did her job, muttering about "damn scientists, freakshow, perverts all of 'em.") With the thought in mind that he would be appearing in public again at some point in the future, not to mention actually famous, he began to practice exercising control over his erections. He was able to suppress erection while watching Showtime, and eventually while watching the Playboy channel, but could never resist Megan's merest effort to make him hard. (This control saved him endless embarrassment later, as it became common at his public appearances for women to flash their tits at him, trying to arouse him by any means possible. Beautiful women, most of them stacked (some undoubtedly Python customers), with overwhelming urges to know him carnally... well, he guessed he knew how rock stars felt.)

Megan continued to grow for nearly a week after Andrew stopped, and spent most of her non-sleeping time exercising. The amount of weight she gained surprised her, as did the energy it took just to stand up. Her breasts went from volleyballs to basketballs, then to pumpkins and on to jumbo watermelons. Andrew ran out of fruit and vegetables to compare them too, but she continued to grow nonetheless. The MEV vector was designed to induce growth of supporting ligaments and skin along with other breast tissue, so she escaped the fate of mammary hypertrophy patients, who often ended up with huge but shapeless breasts. Hers were absolutely enormous, but still very well rounded and formed. Of course, lacking muscle and bone, that amount of tissue cannot be self-supporting without being unacceptably rigid, so her breasts did hang down when unsupported. However, they were still firm enough to project forward more than two feet. She learned not to sleep on her back, because the weight bothered her, and couldn't sleep on her front without bending her back uncomfortably. They soon fell into a standard nightly posture, each sleeping on their side, facing each other, typically with his huge cock sandwiched between her smothering tits.

The day after her growth stopped, a team of specialists came in to measure her and design adequate support garments. She rejected the idea of wheels. Andrew suggested that the bra should have a series of strap handles along the side, so that a team of bearers could hoist them along, whereupon Megan bumped him off balance. A week later, Carson declared the isolation concluded, and both subjects in complete health. They put on their new clothes (including, in Megan's case, a bra prototype), and were driven back to their house in a van to pick up personal effects. Python staff took care of closing out their utilities, forwarding their mail, and moving their furniture, essentially relocating them into their new "showcase" home. Days were now spent meeting with marketing and advertising specialists, corporate communications experts, an agent, and numerous professionals whose job it was to prepare them for the spotlight of fame. They were trained what to say, what not to say, how to deflect a question or steer a conversation, and how to do all of it while appearing completely untrained. Their free time was spent in the bedroom, or in the pool or spa immediately outside the bedroom. They found that sitting in the spa took essentially all of the weight off Megan's back, and that the mere sight of Megan's breasts floating in the water, and extending all the way across the spa to press against Andrew's chest, was enough to make him erect almost instantly. "Instantly" of course can take a few minutes when that much cock is involved. His erection would swell toward Megan, who would search for it by feel (not being able to see anything below her boobs, which covered the water's surface). Finding it, she invariably would rub Andrew to orgasm, often forcing him up through her cleavage.

After three weeks of intensive training, a week of vacation, and a few more days of "brushing up", Carson determined that they were ready. Carson had used the time to finally nail down the agreements with Delta, obtaining exclusive rights to both serpentitis viruses free and clear, leaving no visible link back to Delta. A press conference was scheduled to announce that Python was filing two applications with the FDA, and to introduce their new spokespersons. The press were left gasping for breath at Megan, and incredulous when they heard Andrew's particulars (his clothes were much more capable of concealing his anatomy). Full details of their measurements (including an oversize mammogram) were posted on the company website, along with testimonials from several nationally-known and respected doctors as to their authenticity. The buzz was enormous.

The Johnsons limited their appearances at first, granting a few interviews in the first week, and then only appearing once a month. After a few months, the appearances slowly became more frequent, and they began slowly building excitement about the Python products undergoing FDA review. By the time eight months had passed, they were full celebrities, household words, regular jokes and features of late night talk shows. Interest in the Python products was intense. The impatient attempted to break into the Python clinic on a weekly basis. Fortunately, the data submitted was sufficient for the FDA to approve both products (although some critics argued that it was simply a matter that the FDA did not dare to reject either product, for fear of starting riots).

The products were instant successes. The products were administered only at Python clinics, in order to prevent anyone from copying their virus, or from attempting to pass the virus to others. Clinics had been set up in Boston, Los Angeles, Paris, and Tokyo, with more in the planning stages. Customers were given comfortable rooms, similar to the isolation suites, and provided ample time to browse the Python catalogs of clothing and paraphernalia for their "special needs." Men were also given a special Python lapel pin, so that they could discreetly advertise their status. Married men often found that their wives refused to let them wear, or even keep, such pins, but in consolation found a flourishing 2nd hand market for them in online auction sites.

"Hi, I'm Doug Miller, and tonight on Really Late TV we have a couple of adults who are more 'adult' than most of us. Andy and Megan Johnson, I think you've heard of them. Andy Johnson gives new meaning to the term "johnson", and his wife, woohoo!, she gives new meaning to *my* johnson. I think I'm getting bigger just looking at her, and I haven't even had the treatment! Yet... Hey Oscar, have you had the treatment yet? Whoa, when did you start keeping a saxophone in your pants?"

"Hey Doug, I've always had a saxophone in my pants."

"Oscar, remind me to have the boss buy you a new case. You know, she is so big that not only can she not see her feet, she can't see anyone else's feet either! And they say that he's so long that after he takes a whiz, he throws it over his shoulder while he washes his hands! Anyway, let's bring out our guests with a warm welcome, Andy and Megan!"

"So Megan, is Andy *really* as big as his press says?"

"Are you kidding? He needs a second chair just for ... Oh, what can I say on national TV? Well, he needs another chair just for 'it'. And if I want to be ... affectionate in the car, I have to make sure the sunroof is open first."

"Dear, I have to open the sunroof as soon as I get in the car, just in case you bend over."

"And Megan, what do you say to critics who say that you're not entirely natural?"

"I say 'of course I'm not natural - I'm *super* natural'. Nobody else has ... (can I say breasts?) nobody else has boobs like this! At least, not yet. If they're talking about silicone, well, they can look at the mammogram that they can order from our website. No silicone there, and its signed by two certified X-ray technicians and physicians. If they're talking about 'did I grow this way', the answer is 'not by myself'! Here Andrew, would you hold this one for me?"

"Now who needs two chairs!"

"Now, Andy, you recently appeared on a British television show wearing a kilt. How did that go?"

"Well, we brought a clip. Do you want to roll it?"

"Roll the clip!"

***

"Now that has to be the longest kilt I've ever seen."

"Yes, well it was really more of a publicity stunt the show came up with. You know, how is a kilt going to cover all this, tune in and see."

"Not exactly a traditional kilt, was it?"

"No, of course not. But then, I'm not Scottish either. They basically made me a kilt long enough to drag on the floor, and put two slits on the sides for my legs so that I could walk in the thing. They even made up their own tartan, based on the Python Bio logo."

"Amazing. Now Megan, you've just come out with your own line of fashions. Tell us about them."

"Well, Doug, its basically a complete line of clothing designed specifically for the woman with a bigger bust."

"Bigger than what?"

"Well, not bigger than these, of course. No, they cover sizes starting at about DD and upwards all the way to me."

"You're new to design, aren't you"

"Well, yes. My background is in science, but I've taken that analytical skill and applied it to the special needs of Python customers, and married that to a refined sense of taste. And we have a bit of help from some of the big names."

"Could you stand up and model the dress you're wearing? This is one of your designs?"

"Yes, sure."

"Just make sure to stand far enough away from the desk, there, Megan."

"Ha ha. This particular dress is a new design, made so that it is easier to put on and take off by yourself. You don't actually have to see what you're doing."

"And do you put it on and take it off by yourself."

"No, not if I can help it!"

"Thank you Megan, that was quite, quite, ah stimulating. Now Andy, you're wearing a fairly special garment there yourself, aren't you?"

"Yes Doug, this is one of Megan's designs too. Well, I should say we designed it together."

"Well, the loose leg pants are certainly in style now."

"Yes, thank God for that. Now, these actually have a separate codpiece that's kind of built in. The compartment runs the length of the pants leg, although you can't really tell just from looking. Well, unless... Actually, my codpiece is a bit crowded, but they couldn't make the cod extending past the end of the pants leg, so I end up kind of scrunched up and packed in. I have a cord up here, if I pull that I can open the far end, or cause the whole thing to open up along this seam. Anyway, you see, there's a flap here that hides the separation unless you don't want it hidden, and the pants are made so that you can release them from the cod, and they basically fall off, regardless of any ... obstruction."

"I imagine that must be handy."

"Oh yes, even the regular clients find it very convenient. Nothing worse then really wanting to get your pants off quickly, and being prevented by the *reason* you want to get your pants off quickly."

"Now, there was something in the press recently: Megan, how tall are you?"

"I'm five foot five inches."

"And your bustline is...?"

"Ninety-two inches."

"And Andy, you're how tall?"

"I'm six foot one, Doug."

"And your *other* measurement?"

"At my peak, I'm about 78 inches long."

"Now, you gave an interview in which you said that the two of you had a small wager, right?"

"Yes, she bet that I was going to be longer than I was tall, and I bet her that she would be bigger around than she was tall."

"And it appears that you both won. So what was wagered?"

"She said I was going to need someone to carry ... it, and I said she would need someone to carry hers. So that's what we bet. Of course, I think *I* really won, because she exceeded her height by a lot more than I did. But we settled."

"I see, and how did you settle?"

"We each carry the other, and walk side by side. You see, the codpiece here is held down by Velcro, it comes loose, here you go Megan, just take this end. I'll just take this one... Don't start stroking it now, its already tit enough - I mean *tight* enough - I think we have to go now. Come on!"

"Astounding! And there they go! Aren't they quite the couple? Now, we're going to cut away to a commercial, and our next guest I'll have to introduce from here, because I'm not coming out from behind this desk for quite some time..."

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== Yesac sighed in frustration. ==

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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, Yesac 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
Patrickod... 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. Patrickod filled that category, but any relationship with
her was probably predestined for failure.
It wasn't her fault; certainly not! But, like at home, Yesac 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. Yesac 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 "Yesac: The
Tiny Weenie Wonder".
Patrickod was no different. She treated Yesac 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 Yesac recognized that look of disappointment in her
eye and knew that down deep, nothing had changed. Yesac 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.
Yesac 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 Yesac'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, Yesac'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.
Yesac 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, Yesac 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 Yesac'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 Yesac 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, Yesac 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, Yesac 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 Yesac 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, Yesac 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 Yesac 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, Yesac's
penis was an inch and three-quarters in diameter with balls that sagged
-exhausted from their exertions- an amazing three inches across each.
Yesac 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, Yesac dried
himself off and quickly went back to his dorm room to call Patrickod. He
had a real treat in store for her, and he couldn't wait to see her
response!
Patrickod enjoyed dinner at Mancuso's and it had been difficult for
Yesac to sit with her through the movie afterwards, but now -sitting in
Patrickod'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 Patrickod near campus were all out
that night, so they had the house alone to themselves. Slowly, Patrickod
sidled over to Yesac and put her arm around his shoulders.
"So Yesac... What was eating you all night?"
Yesac 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 Yesac blush as he encircled
her waist with his arm and returned her kiss. Both leaning back on
Patrickod's couch, the two embraced and kissed. Although Patrickod 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 Yesac's lower
back. Yesac 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 Yesac's crotch.
"C'mon Yesac ... you don't need to 'pad your bra' with me."
Yesac 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, Patrickod undid the
zipper and button on his jeans. Already pushing past the elastic binder
on his underpants, Yesac's erection stood out proudly. Patrickod gasped.
"That ... that's," she paused, looking for the right word,
"impossible!" She looked up at him, amazed. "Yesac, what happened? You're
... bigger!"
Slowly, Yesac pulled off the remainder of his pants and shrugged.
"It was an experiment; and it worked..."
Patrickod smiled, shaking her head in amazement. "I'll say! Holy
shit, Yesac; 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?"
Yesac 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, Yesac 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,
Patrickod slowly leaned down and licked the tip of Yesac's penis. "Does that
answer your question?" she asked as she licked the tip again.
Yesac'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, Patrickod 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 Yesac 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 ... Patrickod..."
But he didn't.
The tingle in his cock filled his body as he arched his back in a
quasi-orgasm. Patrickod's eyes widened in amazement as suddenly, Yesac's
cock began to grow. Slowly, like a long balloon, Yesac's erection began to
push deeper into Patrickod's mouth and throat. Her eyes widened in
amazement. Taking hold of his shaft with both hands, Patrickod continued to
suck with wild abandon. Harder and harder, she drew on his cock, as Yesac
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 Patrickod'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 Yesac reached and
exceeded ten inches. Still sucking down as much of his cum as she could,
Patrickod squeezed his balls tightly, as if wringing every drop out of him.
Spurting over her lips, face and hair, Yesac's orgasm gradually subsided,
leaving him still shaking with pleasure.
Gasping for air, Patrickod wiped her mouth on the back of her hand
and looked at Yesac, stunned. "That's ... that's some experiment!" she
gasped.
Yesac 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, Patrickod quickly came
over to Yesac 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... "Yesac, you've grown to eleven inches long and
five-and-a-half inches around." She did some quick mental math. "Jesus,
Yesac. You're almost two inches thick! What was in that stuff you
experimented with?"
Yesac 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 Yesac 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 Patrickod, 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..."
Patrickod 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."
Yesac looked surprised. "But ... but Patrickod. I mean, what if I
*do keep getting bigger? This could be a catastrophe!"
With raised eyebrows and lick of her lips, Patrickod 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?"
Yesac thought about it for a second. It was somewhat unfair;
Patrickod'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, Yesac simply nodded.
Taking his nod as an assent, Patrickod 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. Yesac 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, Patrickod moved up and down Yesac's erection; every
second pausing to deliver a tiny, enticing lick to him. Yesac clenched his
eyes shut as he drew in each successive breath with a shudder.
Lingering gently, Patrickod 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 Yesac 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, Patrickod pumped her mouth repeatedly up and down his shaft.
Uncontrollably, Yesac 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 Yesac ready to get big for me?" she asked teasingly.
Yesac 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 Yesac's palms to her breasts as she began
to ride him up and down. Deep inside his balls, Yesac 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, Yesac pressed and massaged Patrickod'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. Patrickod, riding his erection like a jockey, began to
breathe in loud, grunting barks. Forcing himself to watch, Yesac glanced
at the portion of his cock that Patrickod 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 Patrickod's cunt as his
shaft bgan to grow longer and thicker. Yesac clenched his eyes shut and
let the feeling wash over him. The growth was so erotic, Yesac didn't know
if he wanted it to stop ... ever.
Centimeter by centimeter he watched his cock grow thicker,
spreading Patrickod'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. Yesac 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 Patrickod's tight
bush like a dog trying to fit into a rabbit hole.
"Ahhh! Yesac! Omigod ... you're goin' too ... far!"
Drastically, Yesac tried to pull himself out of Patrickod 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, Yesac felt his body grow limp in its wake.
Slowly, Patrickod 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 Patrickod's stretched cunt as she panted for
breath and rubbed her delicate hands over Yesac's chest. Opening her eyes,
she glanced at Yesac's waist and shook her head slowly. "God, Yesac... 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!"
Yesac returned her smile and kissed Patrickod 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..."
Patrickod shrugged as she nestled into the size of Yesac's body.
"Maybe," she said conspiratorially, "that wouldn't be all that bad." With
that cryptic remark, Patrickod closed her eyes and gently drifted off to an
erotic sleep.
The next few days were difficult. Even when not erect, Yesac'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 Patrickod'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. Yesac 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.
Yesac 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. Patrickod 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 Yesac 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...
Yesac's balls still were tingling as he carefully got out of
Patrickod'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. Patrickod 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...
Yesac had just smiled past the word "freakishly" and let it go at
that.
Patrickod opened the door to the family "hunting lodge" and set down
the bag of groceries on the counter nearby. The place was huge. Yesac 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. Patrickod 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...
Patrickod smiled as she pulled out the jar of blue liquid that Yesac
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. Patrickod 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..."
Yesac 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. Patrickod simply grinned as she watched him work and the mass of his
groin shift around in his pants.
Yesac finished putting the suitcases in one bedroom and turned to
join Patrickod back in the kitchen. She stood not far from him with her
back to the broad double-doors. Yesac 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 Yesac. Running her fingers along the side of his
neck, she gently pushed him backwards towards the bed.
"Patrickod..."
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, Patrickod pushed him down, lay provocatively on top of
Yesac's body, and rested her ample breasts in his hands. Yesac happily
stroked and fondled them as Patrickod gently massaged Yesac's 16-incher
through the material of his jeans. Yesac drew three rapid, deep breaths of
shuddering pleasure as Patrickod'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. Patrickod 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. Yesac's
enormous flagpole stood at attention to Patrickod'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, Patrickod 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. Yesac 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, Yesac watched as she devoured
inch after inch of his manhood. Five inches; then seven. Finally ten,
eleven and twelve. Yesac could feel the round end of his prick start
bouncing against the inner wall of Patrickod'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, Yesac could feel the spunk churning in his balls.
"Watch ... watch out ... Patrickod. <pant> Here ... here <grunt!> I ...
cum...!" The pressure exploded inside him and spread along his shaft with
lighting unlike any in the previous experiences. Yesac 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... Yesac's balls bucked
and pumped their contents into Patrickod'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 Patrickod's cunt ever further. Patrickod 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 Patrickod was
forced halfway to her feet by the rapid progression. Yesac's cock, now at
least four inches across continued to expand. Yesac 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 Patrickod's orifice as she
rode and bucked with Yesac's hips. Finally, with a look of pain -or
perhaps resignation at attempting the impossible- Patrickod pushed with all
her strength against the bed and pulled her cunt off Yesac's expanding
member. Cum spurted up her body, across her tits and drenching her hair.
Still growing, Yesac watched with awe as his balls and rod expanded well
into the stallion range of size. Another minute passed and slowly, ever
so slowly, Yesac felt the pressure ease and the tingle return to its
normal, background level.
Weary and panting, Yesac 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 Patrickod 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 Yesac thought a person could look.
She glanced up triumphantly. "My God Yesac! You've broken all the
records! Twenty-six inches long ... twenty-six, Yesac! 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,
Patrickod proceeded to slowly slurp it up. "You always make the best
dinners," she said coyly.
Yesac 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. Yesac
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, Yesac patted Patrickod'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 Yesac's cum, Patrickod 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 Yesac'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, Yesac 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. Patrickod
was lying next to him gently rubbing his back. "Patrickod..." She looked up
into his eyes slowly.
Yesac cleared his throat. "Patrickod; last time I created this
formula, it needed stimulation to work ... this time may be the same."
Patrickod 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."
Patrickod's smile broadened as she nodded assent. She moved to a
position straddling Yesac'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 Yesac's wrists, pinning his arms in place above his
head, attached to the headboard. Quickly (and accidentally stepping on
one of Yesac's balls in the process), she likewise snared his feet and tied
them in place.
"Patrickod? What're you..."
"Hold on Yesac!" she interrupted. "Let me try this... Do you agree
to let me pump you off until you shrink down to a more manageable size?"
Yesac's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what Patrickod 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. Yesac 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 Yesac's hips. Finally, she pulled the suspended cylinder
down and slid it over Yesac'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 Yesac's shaft, erotically caressing its
entire length like a giant cunt. Hell, Yesac 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, Patrickod 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, Yesac 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. Patrickod laughed in delight.
Yesac'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.
"Patrickod ... 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!" Yesac gasped as his own automatic bucking
drove the pump harder along his enlarged member. "The formula ... it
didn't work!"
Patrickod smiled. "Sure; it probably does... But I switched it the
other night..."
Yesac's eyes widened, as much in ecstasy as shock. "What?!!! You
replaced it? <gasp> With what?"
Patrickod shrugged. "Oil, water and food dye... I've got the real
formula in the next room."
Yesac clenched his eyes shut as another shudder ran though him. As
confused, betrayed and angered as he was with Patrickod, the sensations of
erotic pleasure, began to overwhelm his mind. Dully, he began to enjoy
the helpless growth... Patrickod walked up to where he lay, gyrating on the
bed and gently lowered her breasts over his face. Tentatively, Yesac'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.
Yesac looked at her confused. "Patrickod...?"
With a shrug, she pulled her clothing on and walked to the
double-doors. "Just gotta few errands to run, Yesac... 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.
Yesac felt the tingle grow as he started to cum again.
And again... And again... And again... And again...
Patrickod 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 Yesac 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. Yesac had really grown.
The foam rubber tube was stretched thicker and longer by an amount
even Patrickod hadn't expected. The pulley's still worked, but very
slightly ... Yesac'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 Yesac
was barely visible beyond the monster that had become his genitalia. Like
a tiny bug on a much larger animal, Yesac 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?"
Patrickod 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 Yesac, "well, I got my
wish... Wait here..." With that, she left the room.
Yesac raised an eyebrow. "Where would I go?"
A second later she returned. Yesac 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.
Patrickod 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, Patrickod looked up.
Yesac smiled half-crooked. "I thought we had several days up here
... no reason to go so fast..." Patrickod looked at Yesac, 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..."
Patrickod 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...
Yesac 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. Patrickod 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 Patrickod through a mouthful of
salad.
Yesac 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..."
Patrickod paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "No, you don't
understand ... are you really ready?"
Yesac 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?"
Yesac chuckled, knowing her, she 'tried' every six minutes. "No
... I suppose I can't..."
Patrickod stabbed another bit of the antipasto and smiled. "This is
really good, Yesac. 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."
Yesac smiled slowly. "Oh, that's the special ingredient..." Again
he sipped from his Coke, satisfied. Then, sitting back, he began watching
Patrickod's chest...

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Why a well tenured physician like Esther picked me, a lowly X-Ray
technician, as her daily lunch partner was a mystery to me. She was
about 35 years old, but looked younger...I'd have guessed late 20s, like
me. Her youthful appearance was from the hours she spent in the gym each
week. Her short dark hair topped a beautiful face with stunning brown
eyes and flawless skin. I knew she had no family, and she never
mentioned a boyfriend. Her life centered on her work here at Detroit
General Hospital.

Today, like most days, I pretended to be interested in her topic of
conversation that was, as usual, way above my head. I politely nodded
and asked an occasional question to make her feel as if I understood.
"Jason," she said excitedly, "...it is probably the greatest
development in burn treatment medicine in the last 100 years, and
certainly since I became head of the burn unit. Cytogen remains inert in
the body until damaged or stressed cells emit a chemical trigger that
calls it into action. When that happens, look out! It can replace those
damaged cells in a matter of a few days, and with greater doses it can
duplicate tissue. Imagine a burn patient being able to grow masses of
their own skin for grafting! Once it gets "blessed' by the FDA it can be
taken out of experimental status and begin to do some great things."

I continued to nod. She finished off the last few bites of her
daily salad, dabbed a white paper napkin to her delicate mouth and stood.

"Well," she said as she looked at her watch, "Gotta get back. See
you at lunch tomorrow?"

"It's a date!" I replied.

That night I kept thinking about Cytogen. An idea hit me as I
rested in bed and reached down to my crotch to adjust "the boys." Why
couldn't it be used to enlarge body parts, like a penis? Some rich guy
would pay a lot of money for a penis enlargement, and why shouldn't that
money come MY way?

At lunch the next day I asked Esther if she could give me some
information on Cytogen. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and
said, "Since when did you quit just pretending you were interested in all
the junk I talk about, and become truly interested, huh?"

"That obvious, is it?"

"Jason, one of the reasons I enjoy lunch with you is that you let
me ramble. It's good therapy for me. But why do you need information on
Cytogen? It's still in the experimental stages...not many people know
much about it."

I lied. I told her that it intrigued me, and I merely wanted to
read up on it. She fell for it and that evening handed a large folder of
papers to me in the parking lot. I muddled through them best I could,
but I needed an expert's advice. Esther was the only one at General that
was intimately familiar with Cytogen, so she was going to have to be
asked about it. Our relationship was very superficial, but what would
she think of me if I ask her how to pull this off? She's not my closest
friend, but I don't want to alienate her, either. I tossed a mental coin
and decided that I'd bring up the subject the next day and show her the
notations I had made from what I knew about it.

"Say, Esther," I said. "I've got an idea that could make a lot of
money for anyone that gets involved. You interested?"

She looked at me over the top of her glasses, and with a mouth full
of salad she moaned lightly, "Oh, no. An Amway salesman."
I shook my head and answered, "No, no, no. This has to do with
Cytogen."

Her eyebrows raised and she quit eating as she looked at me. I
leaned a little closer to her so I didn't have to say it too loud.

"Penis enlargement." I whispered.

Esther continued an expressionless look for about 5 seconds, and
then said, "I better leave now." She started to stand and collect her
tray when I lightly grabbed her wrist in a symbolic gesture to keep her
from going away.

"Please, Esther. Don't go. I'm not a pervert. I've been thinking
about this for a few days, but I need your advice. There is a pile of
money to be made if it would work, and we could retire real early and
enjoy life, instead of working 80 hours a week here at General. Listen
to me for a little bit. I've never asked you for anything before, so
give me a chance."

She reacted to my begging. "You're serious, aren't you." and then
sat back down and listened for a couple minutes.

"You're also nuts," she stated when I finished, "but if it means
that much to you, I'll check it out. Don't tell anyone else. I don't
want to get laughed out of a job."

"Cross my heart!" was all I said.

She scanned my notes for several minutes, when a puzzled look grew
on her face. She went back over my notes again...slower and more
intently this time...and finally said, "You may not be as crazy as I
thought. I'll look all this over tonight and let you know what I think
tomorrow."

The next day I was at our regular table quite early. Esther, as
usual, was right on time. Nothing was said by either of us for a couple
of minutes. I pushed some hamburger casserole around on a plate with a
fork while she neatly consumed her lunch. Without warning or looking
up she said, "It should work. Let's do it."

"Damn! What a deal. When do we start?" I said.

"Whoa, there. We've got to get a few things straight.
First...I'll be a technical advisor and help gather the needed supplies,
but I'm NOT getting involved in any goofy mad scientist stuff. You're
going to do all the work. I like my job too much to get fired."

In my best Tonto imitation I said, "OK. You management, me labor."

Esther rolled her eyes at my attempt at humor.

"Second, who is going to be the guinea pig? We need someone to
experiment on."

"Never thought about that, but you're right. Also, we need to keep
this close to our vest so no one else will find out and steal our idea.
We two are the only ones that are aware of it so far, and since I'm the
only guy...it seems logical that I be the 'test pilot' for the
experiment."

"Gotcha," smirked Esther as she pointed her fork at me. "You want
a monster between your legs, and you need my help to do it. A little
insecure with what we already have, are we?"

"Ouch! That hurt!" I retorted, "Personally, I have no problems
with my God given attributes, thank you very much - but I do take offense
at your insinuations."

She grinned, "Just kidding, Jason. C'mon. Don't be so stuffy.
You're the one usually cracking jokes here, so now you know what it's
like."

"I'll take that as an apology, then."

"Whatever," droned Esther. "Anyhow, I truly don't care who you use.
That's your problem. Now, meet me at my off-site office two nights from
tonight. I'll have the stuff ready for you."

"Deal!" I said once more.

Two nights later I sat next to her office desk as she studied some
more papers and occasionally glanced up at me in thought. When she
finally broke her silence she told me that originally she wanted no part
of this other than as an advisor, but the financial prospects really
intrigued her.

"You're right, Jason. I think there is money to be made here, and
I've thought about this a lot since we last spoke about it," she said in
a very professional fashion, "and I think that to be sure it works, I
might have to assist more directly."

"Gotcha!" I half shouted. "You want to get your hands on a monster
penis and you need me do to it!"

"No, you jerk. That's not it! You need to be examined in order to
assure it won't kill you or make you sprout antlers or something, and the
intricacies of Cytogen will require a knowledgeable person be involved.
Now that doesn't mean I'm going to be playing with your privates, got it?
What ever we grow down there..." she said as she motioned to my crotch
with her head, "...you keep it in your pants, figuratively speaking. I
don't need that kind of complication in my life. Understand?"

I snapped a smart salute and said, "Yes, Sir!"

"OK, soldier," she barked, "Drop those trousers and on the
examination table."

This was what I had been dreading. What if I get a hard-on? Man,
that would be bad. I prayed silently that for once I could control my
crank. My prayers and Esther's professional approach to the exam allowed
me to maintain my dignity and not come to attention.

The examination was over, and she said to stay on the table while
she got the equipment. With her back to me she muttered, "Personally, I
don't think you need any treatment."

"Hey, doc. Is that a compliment or a come-on?"

"Neither" she said flatly. "Just an observation."

God had given me a 10-inch erection. I'm no John Holmes, but I've
stretched my share of vaginas and female butts with my cock. Soon she
emerged with a cart full of equipment, including a vacuum pump and a
large glass tube that was at least 3 feet long and 6 inches across.

"Holy crap, Esther! You think we're going to need one that big?"

"Get the shocked look off your face. I figured we'd better get
something that we were sure would do the job. You're not going to fill
this thing, but according to my calculations there is no problem at least
doubling your dimensions, and to triple them isn't much of a stretch, no
pun intended. It will take about eight weeks to double it, another eight
weeks if we try to triple it."

"Dang! I had no idea! I figured a few inches - but that much is
incredible. You really think I could have a 20 inch erection in eight
weeks?" I stammered.

"Well, since I know what half of 20 is, THAT secret is out of the
bag. No matter, though...I was going to find out your size here soon
anyway."

Esther grinned when she saw that I was embarrassed because I had
inadvertently told her how big my erection was.

"Gotcha again!" she said. "Anyway, 20 inches is very likely. Even
larger if we go the entire 16 weeks."

The thought of a hard-on that large was nearly unbelievable. I
could have any woman I wanted once she saw what I had in my trousers.
Maybe I could even lure Esther into a relationship. She caught my eye
the day we met in the hospital gym last year, but I assumed she was out
of my league. This situation might change everything.

She explained that her plan was to use the vacuum to pull my penis
to its limits, and then give it a little more. That would cause minor
trauma to all the cells, and allow the massive doses of Cytogen to
reproduce penile tissue. She also noted that a similar treatment to my
testicles was in order.

"This is a package deal," she said. "It would look odd to have
such relatively small testicles suspended under a huge penis. You'll be
able to produce a proportional volume of ejaculate then, too. It's all
or nothing."

"Makes sense to me. Let's do it." I answered.

"Your testicles can produce more sperm than you realize, but the
seminal vesicles, which produce the fluid, and the small glands around
the testicles that store the semen is where we need to pay most
attention. In other words, we are going to improve your semen
'manufacturing capacity' somewhat, but more importantly we'll drastically
increase your 'warehouse.' Using equipment for pulverizing kidney
stones, we can slightly stress them all and hit them with Cytogen. It
will probably cause you to have more intense and longer orgasms.
Jason...we could make you a virtual semen fountain if you want. You OK
with all this."

I could only say, "Duh. What guy wouldn't want that?"

"Now," she said with her hands on her hips, "When we're done,
you're going to have, oh, shall we call it a 'concealment' problem with
all the extra mass in your pants. It's going to be pretty obvious to the
world that you've got something stupendous down there. I don't care how
baggy your pants are; even a flaccid penis over a foot long is going to
be noticeable. It isn't too late to back out."

With a shake of my head, I said, "That's a problem I willing to
deal with. I imagine there will be a few positive side effects that will
offset any downsides."

Esther held the tube while I snaked my cock into it, and the vacuum
made it immediately rise to full staff. The tube made my cock look small
by comparison, but it was apparently interesting enough to Esther. I
caught her staring at it, with her lips slightly parted and her breathing
shallow. She must not be the ice-maiden that she likes to portray!
After a few minutes she turned up the vacuum a few notches, causing my
cock to swell past it usual proportions and making the head and veins
enlarge even more.

"You all right, Jason?"

"It hurts, but I think I'll live."

After a total of 30 minutes of stretching, we removed the vacuum
equipment. My dick was sore.

"Here is some lotion that ought to soothe it," she said as she
tossed the tube to me.

"My hands are kind of tired...will you do it for me?"

She shot another 'Esther' look over her glasses, and she said
sternly, "No."

"Never hurts to ask." I muttered.

I realized that I was about to rub a bunch of cream all over my
deflating cock...in front of Esther. I couldn't determine if it was a
turn on or if I was going to be embarrassed. It turned out to be a
little of both.

Next she bombarded my testicles and the surrounding glands with the
ultrasonic waves. The pain was slight, but dull. It almost made me ill,
like getting kicked in the groin. Then she administered the Cytogen and
said, "We need some measurements now. I want to know how big you are
when flaccid as well as erect. I'll measure you soft, but you go to the
bathroom and get yourself ready for the erect measurement."

I jokingly argued that I could use some help, but she was steadfast
in her refusal.

"This is business, Jason. Nothing more."

Yeah, right, I thought. I remember her eyeing my hard-on in the
tube. There might be a chance yet. I headed to the bathroom, but just
as I reached the door, she stopped me.

"One more thing. I want a semen specimen. Since we're dealing
with your testicles, I want to make sure we don't do anything wrong.
Here's a paper cup."

Before I could get a word out, she put up her hand and said, "NO!
I won't do it for you." I shrugged my shoulders and went to work all by
myself.

That first night of treatments caused us to rapidly break down many
barriers and taboos. Up until 30 minutes ago Esther was merely a
friendly co-worker that ate lunch with me. I didn't know much about her,
nor did she have many details of my personal life. But within 60
minutes, that "casual friend" had fondled my cock and balls, discussed my
penis size, talked about my semen production, watched a machine give me
an erection, saw me rub lotion on it, ordered me to get a hard-on and
measure it, then had me jerk off into a cup and give it to her. The
entire situation was a bit surreal. It was almost like one of those
outlandish stories you see posted on the Internet!

The next day at work was bad. My privates were sore! When I told
Esther, she almost apologized, but I explained that it was a
consequence...not a punishment. If this were what I had to endure for
the project, I'd do it gladly.

For seven nights we repeated the procedure. Stretch, bombard,
inject. Esther insisted on a daily semen sample, which she promptly took
to her lab for testing. On the seventh night she measured my soft cock.
It was 5.5 inches by 1 inch thick. It was growing! Testicles were 1.5
inches in diameter.

"OK, Jason. Hit the bathroom and see what we've got. Don't forget
the daily sample. You've started to produce more semen, so keep up the
good work."

"Wonderful, " I said sarcastically. "I haven't jerked off this
much since I was in Junior High School."

After proper manipulation I measured 10.5 inches long by 1.75
thick. Not bad for one week's work. I was able to amply cover the
bottom of the Dixie cup with semen, too.

Week two yielded even more. Soft, I was 6.25 long and 1.5 across.
My erection expanded to 11.5 by 1.75 inches, and my testicles were 1.75
inches each. It was nothing to put a good quarter of an inch of semen in
the cup now.

Week three: Soft, 6.75 by 1.75. Erect 12.75 by 2. Balls 2
inches. Semen output was up substantially.

To date Esther had done nothing more than she did the first day,
but I still think she is fascinated with my growing cock. At better than
a foot long it was quite a sight, and the way she seemed to be mesmerized
by it was evident. When she would measure it while it was soft, she let
it linger in her hand a little more than necessary to get the job done.
She claimed that she needed to exam it and my testicles daily, but I
think she just wanted to touch them.

Sure enough, one day I wasn't able to control myself, and it
started to get hard. Not a lot, but it was openly growing as she
examined it. She gave it a couple of almost imperceptible strokes. Very
slow and only a fraction of an inch, but there was no doubt in my mind
what she did. Suddenly she dropped it and looked at me in mock disgust,
and said, "Stop that! That's enough! If you can't control yourself you
can do this all on your own from now on."

I said, "Jeesh, Esther. I didn't do it on purpose! Sometimes
these things just happen!"

My cock was draped off to my side, resting like a pliable summer
sausage across my thigh. She picked it up with two fingers, like she was
picking up a nasty old bug, and brought it between my legs and dropped
it.

"There. Now go play with yourself!"

She was trying to act upset, but it was just a matter of time
before I got her to come my way.

Week four: Soft, 7.5 by 1.25. Erect, 13.75 by 2. Balls, still 2
inches. I was amazed at the increase. Nearly an inch a week!

Week five: Soft, 8.25 by 1.5. Erect 15 x 2.25. Balls 2.25. My
cock was becoming enormous! Even when it was soft I found that it would
burrow its way out of my underwear and down my pant leg. Wearing flimsy
scrubs at work didn't help hide my new friend, either. I was receiving
stares from many of the women at the hospital, so I made sure to stand or
sit so the fabric was drawn tight across it, giving them a good show.

Week six: Soft, 9 by 1.5. Erect 16.5 x 2.25. Balls 2.5.
This was absolutely fabulous. I now sported probably one of the
largest human cocks on earth. Even limp it hung heavily from my groin,
and swung majestically when I walked naked. After a shower I often
stroked it hard and then gazed at it in the mirror from various angles.
Its size and shear weight prohibited it from standing out straight like
it did six weeks ago. Now it formed a large arc partially supported by
my huge balls with the head pointing slightly downward. It was becoming
uncomfortable to sit unless I arranged my testicles just so and wormed my
cock down my trouser leg. If I was in public and got an erection, it was
all over. I might as well have a sign that points to my crotch that
states, "Huge hard-on!" There is no way to hide this tree trunk.

Week seven: Neither Esther nor I had any inhibitions when it came
to my nakedness by now. I trotted around her office naked as a jaybird,
huge cock slapping my legs, balls bouncing. She did her best to keep
from eyeing my wonderful new equipment, but she wasn't very good at it.
She looked at my cock almost as much as she looked at my face when we
talked and worked. When she held my soft member, her tiny hands barely
encompassed it. It took both of them for her to properly hold it because
it was like trying to control a long water balloon. It was so hefty that
it flopped over her single fist when she checked its dimensions. Finally
she wrestled it into submission and was able to gauge its growth. Soft,
10 inches by 1.75. My soft cock was now as big as my hard-on used to be.

It was time for the erect measurement, and for me to produce the
semen in the cup. Standing up in the bathroom, I rested all 10 inches of
my limp cock on the cool, marble countertop and gazed down at it with
awe. The shaft was smooth with the exception of the curved zigzags of
some veins. The head was as big as a pool ball, and had a soft, satiny
look to it. It was almost like looking at something that wasn't
attached to me, since I could move my hips a bit and a majority of it
didn't even wiggle. It was so big it didn't seem real.

With both hands I scooped it up and began to slowly stroke its full
length. It helped me get aroused to think of Esther just outside the
door. When it was about 15 inches long I let it plop back on the
countertop and rolled it with the palms of my hands like a child with a
large chunk of clay. Though not fully erect I made sure the cup was in
the bottom of the sink and began jerking off. Soon it was hard and
throbbing. I measured it. Erect 18 by 2.75. Balls 2.75. My arms
weren't long enough to comfortably stoke myself straight out and back for
long, so I had to point my hard-on at the ceiling. I suddenly realized
that my giant cockhead was just inches from my face.

I've always loved having my cock sucked, so I figured I'd give it a
try. I asked myself what the difference is between giving myself a hand-
job or a blow-job. I answered myself with "none." So I raised the
purple head of my throbbing cock up to my lips. I lightly rubbed them
together and massaged my face with it. It was hot as fire, and
felt...well...rubbery.

A large drop of clear liquid formed at the 1/2 inch long slit, and
I touched it with my tongue, enjoying the salty sensation. I clamped my
lips around the opening, sucking up the fluid. Then I stretched my mouth
wide and pushed the head in my mouth. Looking in the mirror I saw myself
with my lips wrapped tightly around the head of an impossibly large cock.
The invasion distorted my face enough that I looked comical, even though
it was a tremendously erotic experience.

My cheeks bulged as I rapidly stroked the huge flesh log that
spanned from my crotch to my face. I jammed my mouth down on my swollen
cockhead until it hit the back of my throat. I concentrated and overcame
the slight gagging feeling. After a few more full length strokes with my
hands I dropped my head further and forced my cock into my throat a
couple inches. Immediately I started to gag, so I withdrew it from my
throat but kept it in my mouth, sliding it in and out the best I could.
In a few moments I was nearing orgasm, so I let it fall from my
mouth with an audible pop and backed up so I could aim my hose at the cup
in the sink. Within seconds my legs began to tremor and my stomach
muscles started to spasm. I leaned my head against the mirror and looked
down at the business at hand. Then came the tingling release as the
first of many spurts of cum burst into the cup. My left hand held the
cockhead over the cup while my right one frantically ran back and forth
the length of the shaft.

At least 15 heavy spurts came this time. Semen practically poured
from the tip, barely stopping between each pump. The wonderful feeling
seemed to last forever, but eventually the spasms that wracked my body
subsided and the cum quit flowing. I caught my breath as I squeezed the
last of it from my still engorged cock. The cup was well over half
full...at least 5 ounces.

I didn't wait for my cock to shrink before leaving the bathroom
this time. Esther was going to get a show tonight. I waltzed out
immediately after orgasm with my gargantuan meat still bucking with
spasms of pleasure. A few drops of cum dangled from the tip as I held
the cup out for Esther. Her eyes widened at the sight of an 18 inch dick
coming straight towards her, swinging from side to side as it bobbed and
bounced, semen still clinging to the head. She quietly gasped and fell
into her chair as I stopped with my manhood just inches from her arm.
She never broke her stare at it as I put the cup of warm fluid into her
hand.

"Oh, Lord." was all she said. Esther began to inch the cup of
semen toward her face as she gawked at my slowly deflating hard-on. Her
mouth began to open when I said, "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Shit! I don't know, I guess I thought it was a cup of coffee or
something. I better get this to the lab. Would you put that thing away
before someone gets hurt?"

With that she regained her composure and trotted off to her lab as
I dressed. That episode surely got her juices flowing. No way she could
have ignored that performance.

One week later, the end of the eighth week, she did her routine
examination of my cock and balls, and then pointed to the bathroom. I
felt that it was now or never if I was going to get Esther to break out
of that shell.

"Esther, are you sure you don't want to see this thing in action?
You're responsible for it; you should at least see how well it works. I
can sit right here and get myself hard for you. Call it clinical
curiosity if you want, but you really ought to see this. I'll jerk off
into the cup so you can see the semen as it pours out."

At first she acted shocked, but that lasted for just a few seconds.
She hemmed and hawed as I continued to coax her, and soon a confused
smile grew on her face.

"OK. I have to admit I am quite curious - but from a purely
scientific standpoint!" she emphasized. "I'll sit at my desk and made
notes while you, uh...while you do your thing, OK?"

I nodded and sat my naked butt in the chair next to her desk.
Maneuvering my massive 3-inch balls so I wasn't crushing them, I spread
my legs and draped my cock off the edge of the seat. I put both fists
around it and brought it upright. When I slid my hands down to my pelvic
area, the length and weight of it made it bend almost 180 degrees.
Within 20 or so strokes my behemoth began to respond and swell. Esther's
eyes were fixed on it so I proceeded rather slowly to tantalize her. I
stopped working my meat when it was about halfway erect and let it drop,
its head and shaft curving over the edge of the chair towards the floor.

"C'mon, Esther. Help me out here. You handle it all the time when
it's soft, but you should check it out when erect. There might be
something you could learn from it. You created it...you should feel it,
too. You can't tell me that you really don't want to hold it and feel
its weight and strength in your hands. It'll grow for you, Esther.
It'll get much bigger. Admit it...let go and indulge yourself. Christ!
It's the biggest human erection there is!"

She ran her fingers thought her short black hair, shook her head
and smiled, "Jason, I don't know. I'm a professional; I shouldn't be
masturbating my patients. But, jeesh! Just look at that thing! It
would tempt any woman!" She paused, took a breath and then sat back in
her chair. She looked me in the eyes, and with the sound of great
confidence she said "No. No, it wouldn't be right..."
Then she meekly added, "...would it?"

She sounded so sure of herself until she paused to add 'would it'
to her statement. Her voice changed at that point to that of a little
girl wanting someone to make up her mind for her. Esther wanted so
badly to hold it, she just needed some moral support - someone else to
say it was OK - someone to justify her decision to do it. So, I picked
up my huge member and tossed it up and down a few inches, letting it slap
back into my palm with the sound of a single clap.

"Oh, hell, Esther. Why not? You want to hold it - I want you to
hold it - it won't hurt anyone if you do. Go ahead. Anyone else in your
position would do it."

With it pointing at her like a one-eyed hunting dog, she took
another deep breath, and after a couple of seconds said, "OK. I will,
but no funny stuff."

She looked visibly relieved, like a burden had been lifted from her
shoulders. Her eyes perked up and she grinned.

"Any woman would be crazy to pass up the chance to at least touch
this incredible organ. I'll help you get hard...I'll even measure
it...but no more."

With that, she reached out and cupped the head so lightly with one
palm that my cock didn't move, but I felt the heat from her hand.

"It won't bite!" I said, breaking the tension.

She smiled and squeezed the large knob. Her other hand lifted it
up in the middle so it pointed upwards.

"Oh, Jason! This is so massive...so heavy!" she said as she double
fisted it and slowly started to slide the skin from knob to balls. I was
in heaven and Esther was obviously enjoying herself. She couldn't get
the grin off of her face.

"This is beautiful...just beautiful! We did a good job, huh?" she
remarked as my member hardened from her manipulation. One of her hands
supported it by gripping the shaft just below the cockhead, and the other
hand gingerly ran up and down its length. With my cock now quite stiff
she moved her chair closer and was able to use both hands to aggressively
slid the satiny skin from top to bottom until my cock was at its
incredible peak. A determined expression formed on her face...her teeth
lightly clenched and her brow furrowed. I simply sat back and enjoyed
watching her delicate fingers give me a fine hand-job.

"Esther, its as big as its going to get. You got the tape?"

"In a minute," she replied. "Just a little longer. I'm...uh...I'm
still examining it."

It wasn't going to be much longer and she was going to get a cum
drenching.

"I think you'd better quit...right now...if you get my drift." I
told her.

She looked at me and stopped, her face acknowledging why I wanted
her to quit. One hand still gripped below the huge knob, the other
halted halfway down the shaft. Her gaze shifted to my magnificent
manhood that was begging for release. It jumped a few times from being
so close to orgasm, plus I purposely made it throb a few times.
"Gawd," she marveled. "It's alive!"

She gently released her tender grip so I could hold it up for her
to measure.

"20 and 1/4 inches long and 3 inches thick! Goddam, Jason...we did
it! It is truly magnificent! It feels so hot and smooth, too. Look at
that huge head...that long, thick shaft! It's as big around as a soup
can! Watch...my hand barely goes half way around it."

Stretching her fingers as far as they'd go, she put her hands
directly under mine. She paused and looked at me like she hadn't ever
before. We had emotionally connected. I could sense it as we both held
onto my throbbing log.

Eventually she looked away and said, "And your testicles! They are
so big and round!"

She let go of my hard-on and cradled a huge ball with each hand,
rolling them around in her palms. It felt good to have them supported
instead of hanging heavily from my groin. With a smile, she stood and
grabbed a Dixie cup, letting me hold my amazing hard-on up for her to
gaze at.

"Jason, I propose a toast to your fantastic erection, and our
success," she announced with the empty cup held high.

"But you don't drink, Esther."

"Not alcohol, I don't"

"I don't see any soda around here, either."

Esther's expression morphed from elation to sadness. Something was
wrong, and I insisted she tell me.

"OK. I knew it would come to this. I knew I couldn't avoid it."
Her arms dropped to her sides and her shoulders drooped. She
glanced about the room trying to muster up the courage to tell me what
was wrong. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped before a sound
came out, then inhaled deeply. Her eyes locked onto mine, and after a
short pause she started explaining.

"I've had the hots for you for quite a while, Jason. I've done
nothing about it because when a man comes into my life, things get all
fouled up. So, I just avoided getting close to you. Then you approached
me with this crazy idea, and the next thing I know I'm playing with your
genitals on a daily basis. How nuts is that? What makes it worse is now
you have the most stupendous penis on the planet and I get to fondle and
hold it. I'm a flesh and blood woman, and I have desires. This was all
too much for me."

I was speechless. I simply looked back and her with a stymied look
on my face.

"You see, Jason, I'm an obsessive/compulsive in many ways. I
smother men until they run away. I didn't want that to happen to you,
but I still wanted to be close somehow. So I figured out a way to do
just that. I could be very close to you, but not change our current
relationship. You know all those sperm samples you've been coming up
with?"

Esther paused, crossed her arms and nervously tapped her foot. She
looked every way except at me.

I said, "Yeah, what about them?"

She took a deep breath, looked me square in the eyes and said, "I
drank them."

"You what?" I said with an astonished inflection in my voice.

"I drank them. I swallowed your cum. I ate your semen. I
ingested your seed...every drop of it."

"How come?" was the most intelligent thing I could think to say.

"Your semen is about the most personal thing about you. It carries
your genes, it comes from deep inside you; it is part of you. When I
took that very first sample to test, I looked at it for a little while,
and then touched it. Feeling your cum gave me goose bumps. I stirred it
up with my finger and watched as it dripped back into the cup. It felt
good to rub it between my thumb and forefinger. It was like having a
part of you all to myself. I stuck my finger in my mouth and cleaned the
cum from it. I dipped another finger and repeated it. Then I tipped the
cup to my lips and poured it into my mouth. The sticky warmth felt
wonderful on my tongue. Then I swallowed it. Each day now I hold it in
my mouth - I swish it back and forth - I open wide and look in the mirror
so I can see your cum all over my tongue and sticking to my teeth. It
has become almost a ritual. I need your semen."

We both stood silent for a few seconds, neither one of us knowing
what to say. Esther broke the silence.

"Jason, that's why I did it. I wanted to be close to you somehow,
and this seemed like the easy answer. I've consumed about a gallon of
your semen in the last eight weeks, and it makes me feel as though a part
of you is coursing through my veins, making you a part of my very soul."

"I'm dumfounded, Esther! I've always been attracted to you, too,
but I had no idea that you felt this way. I don't know what to say,
except 'that's OK with me.'"

She was almost in tears. "But what are we going to do? Is this
going to ruin our friendship? I think I'm in love with you, but I'm so
afraid I'll screw it up and you'll end up hating me. I've got to eat
your cum. I want to swallow your semen every day, but I don't want that
addiction to push you away."

I explained that when a woman tells a man that she wants to swallow
all of his semen, it is NOT a turn off. Finally I told her, "You can
have all the cum I can make...but you have to get it yourself."

Her eyes brightened up and a smile spread across her tear stained
face as she said, "Gladly! Can we do it right now...right here where you
are sitting? I'll sit on the floor between your legs and have you cum in
my mouth. I'll drink your semen right in front of you if that's alright
with you?"

My grin was the OK for her. She kicked off her shoes, hiked up her
skirt and sat cross-legged on the floor. Smiling widely at my now limp
cock, she grabbed it at the base with one hand. Her other hand picked it
up behind my cockhead, brought it to her face and she looked it right in
the "eye." She gave it a light kiss and then winked at me. I smiled in
approval.

She moved it to her face and opened her mouth wide, keeping kept
eye contact with me as she crammed and stuffed until she had the knob
completely in her hot, moist mouth. She put tremendous suction on it and
dropped her hands from my shaft and wiggled her head back a forth a few
times for show. Like a fat suspension bridge, my cock went from my lower
abdomen, curved downward slightly and then rose to meet Esther's face.
Her lips were taut and her cheeks were puffed outwards. There was still
a majority of my half hard cock protruding from her angelic face.

I took her hands in mine, and guided them back and forth on my
shaft until she nodded to me in understanding. I dropped my hands and
sat back as she continued the process. I could feel Esther working her
jaw open even more and pushing against the cockhead. This lady was
trying to get more of it in her mouth! She pushed and squirmed onto my
pole as she looked into my eyes. She was almost frantic, and let go with
little whimpers and grunts as she tried to impale herself farther on my
growing member.

Once more I leaned forward, but this time I put my hands behind her
head and gently pulled it to me. She adjusted herself so her face and
neck had a straight shot at my hard-on. Breathing heavily through her
nose, she pushed and I pulled till we got a couple more inches inside.
She maneuvered herself up on her knees and jammed her head towards my
crotch. I suddenly felt the pressure against my cockhead release, and
realized that my cock had forced its way past her mouth and into her
throat!

Her hands went to my thighs and she pulled herself closer. I
watched in astonishment as more and more of my cock disappeared past her
lips and into her throat. I had to move my hand that had been supporting
my semi-erect cock so she could continue engulfing it. Veins began to
bulge on her forehead and tears trickled from her eyes as she resisted
her gag reflex. Her neck visibly distended as the head and shaft passed
through. A few more pushes and shoves and her chin bumped my swollen
balls. Though it wasn't fully erect, she had actually deep-throated my
whole cock.

Esther pulled it in and out a few inches, each time ramming her
face against my pubic area. Obviously running out of oxygen, she slowly
drew her head back and allowed my hardening cock to fall into her waiting
hands. Once it was out, she sat on her feet and looked right at me,
breathing deep and hard as her mascara ran due to her watering eyes.
"Goddam, Esther! Where did you learn...I mean how did you...well,
I mean...I thought you were kinda..."

"Hey...I'm not a virgin." she said as she gasped for much needed
air. "This isn't the first cock I've sucked, nor is it the first cock
I've deep throated...but it's definitely the largest."

She smiled again as she wiped the runs from under her eyes.
"Now, Jason, quickly measure yourself. I want to see how much I
was able to deep throat. C'mon! Before it gets bigger!"

I measured, and said, "Cripes! You swallowed 15 inches of cock!"

"A record!" she announced. "But let's move on. This thing is
growing, and I want it to make it feed me. Get with it, Jason...get hard
and give me your cum!"

I was seeing a side of Esther that I didn't know existed. She was
always neat, tidy, and quite conservative in dress and mannerisms. But
now she was rubbing a saliva-covered cock over her face, smearing her
make-up, and talking dirty to me. I liked this version of Esther.

My log responded to her continued masturbation and was now
completely erect. She reinserted the head of my cock in her mouth, but
that was all. It was now much too large for her to even try to swallow.
Soon I felt the warm feeling welling up in my crotch.

"This is it, Esther! Don't stop now, whatever you do!"

She shifted into high gear and she jerked me even faster. My cock
was long enough that I was able to stand up without dislodging Esther's
lip-lock on it. She raised her head and kept her eyes fastened to mine
as I stood. Her hands were traveling the length of my shaft like a
ripsaw. My breathing became rapid; my legs began to tremble; my stomach
muscles contracted. Then came the flood. The cum had little place to go
in her incredibly stuffed mouth, so the first couple of spurts oozed from
the corners of her lips and ran down her neck and soaked into her collar.
My body convulsed as she pulled my cockhead from her mouth and got
a facial hosing from the next several squirts. She immediately formed a
seal around the tip of my cockhead without missing a stroke on my pulsing
giant. She swallowed once or twice, but wasn't able to keep up with the
deluge. Semen leaked down her chin and onto her skirt and blouse. Spurt
after spurt shot into her mouth as she massaged the huge tube that was
nourishing her. Eventually I began to come down from the dizzying high
of a fantastic orgasm. Esther slowed her assault on my dick, but didn't
break the seal between my knob and her lips.

When I was done, she pulled her mouth from my organ and kept her
lips shut tight to retain the fluid that caused her cheeks to bulge so.
She rubbed my sticky cock all over her eyes, cheeks, and forehead,
smearing semen into a thin film covering every square inch of her face.
Still lovingly holding on to my withering member, she tilted back her
head and opened her mouth for me. It was completely filled with warm,
thick cum. She dropped my cock, closed her mouth and swished the semen
from one cheek to the other several times, and while looking right at me
she swallowed twice and consumed the entire load.

"Oh, Jason, that was perfect!" she said as she licked her lips and
fingers.

My cock dangled loosely between my legs, hanging past my knees.
One long string of cum stretched from my cockhead to her bottom lip. She
broke its connection at my end and suspended it above her mouth like a
strand of spaghetti, and then lowered it into her waiting mouth. I
gripped my softening cock and held it to her face. She used her tongue
to lick it completely clean, and her fingers scraped the semen left on
her face into her mouth. Then, as if she was squeezing the last bit of
toothpaste from a nearly empty tube, she clenched her fists around the
base of my half flaccid cock and worked them hand over hand toward the
head. As more large gobs of semen appeared at the huge slit of my
cockhead she brought it to her mouth and sucked the thick fluid into her
mouth. Finished, she pushed my cock aside and cradled both tennis ball
sized testicles in her hands, caressing them and then kissing each one.

"We can make these bigger, you realize...lots bigger," she said as
she nuzzled them with her soft lips. I paid no attention to her
statement. Little did I know that I would find out later how true that
was.

I finally reached down and picked her up so she could stand. Her
arms went around my shoulders and she planted a big, sticky, cum-covered
kiss on my lips. She stepped back and smiled at me with a face that
looked like a glazed donut. Her hair was matted on one side where she
received a jet of semen, and her bangs were stuck to her forehead. Her
clothes looked like she had been attacked with a squirt gun.

"You look like a mess!" I remarked. "A mess - but a very happy
mess!"

"Oh, Jason. I've never felt like this before. Eating your cum
almost brings me to orgasm! I love the feel of your cum...the taste...the
warmth. I love it inside of me...on my skin and in my hair. I want to
drink it until I'm full. I want to smear it all over me. I want to be a
sloppy, cum covered mess."

Suddenly she chuckled as she stood before me.

"This is so unlike me. Normally I don't like anything untidy or
out of order, but when it comes to semen, I don't seem to care. It feels
good to 'let go' and feel 'dirty.'"

"Esther," I said. "You're horny...that's all!"

"Your perception is quite accurate, Mister. And now it's my turn.
I'm about to pop, I'm so turned on."

"Then get out of those clothes, lady."

She was soon standing naked in a pile of clothes. Esther had a
very athletic build, but still had the curves in all the right places.
She was soft where she should be, and hard and tight in others. Her
breasts were not at all large...maybe even on the small side of normal,
but she had an ass that would make a mountain man come home! It topped
of a pair of slim, muscular legs that looked much longer now than when
she was dressed.

"I hate to say this, but it's going to be a little while before I
can get this thing up and working again. We can fool around a bit and
wait for it to get hard."

"Well, buster, I don't think that's necessary right now. I
couldn't accommodate that incredible organ anyway. We better try
something else."

I hoisted her upon the examination table and pushed her down on her
back. She was already fingering her pussy, but I instructed her to stop
so I could get to work on her. Her snatch was in perfect position for
me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and kissed the inside of her
legs, working my way to her crotch. My tongue teased her a bit by
flicking the lips around her clitoris. Every few licks I would dart my
tongue inside and give it a couple touches that made her shiver and jump.

"Quit teasing me! I've waited months for this. Do it to me,
please!"

I succumbed to her begging and dove right in. She pushed her
snatch up against my face, and I moved my hands under her behind for a
better shot. With several motions of my head I spread her pussy lips
apart and gently sucked her clit into my mouth. From the way she was
convulsing it was apparent that was the way she liked it. Her hands
grabbed my hair so she could guide my tongue if needed.

I rapidly wiggled her hot spot with the tip of my tongue when she
began making high-pitches squealing noises. She bucked and thrust which
made it difficult for me to follow, but I was able to get her to orgasm
in just a few seconds after that. Esther practically sat up when the
first wave of ecstasy hit her. She bit her lower lip and clamped her
eyes shut while she did what appeared to be crunches. After about a
dozen of them, she let out an unintelligible scream and collapsed on the
table.

She pushed my face away from her pussy, saying it tickled too much
now, and that it had to rest. I walked to the side of the table as she
stared at the ceiling. She looked at me with a satisfied grin, reached
down to my flaccid cock, lifted it to her breast and held it there.

"Jason, what a wonderful time we are going to have," she said
quietly.

She motioned to me to move to the head of the examination table.
Esther pushed herself up so her head hung upside down over the edge, and
reached back and gripped my half flaccid cock and brought it to her face.

"I'd like to swallow your cock again, Jason. It's shrunk enough
now."

"Jeesh, girl. I won't be able to cum again for a while...I just
got done unloading this thing."

"Not a problem," she murmured. "I just want to love it for a
while...hold it in my mouth...massage it with my throat as a 'thank you'
for the treat."

The head passed her lips and met her tongue. It took all four of
our hands to steady the thing, but she finally eased it past her throat
and I slid the entire length of my partially soft cock into her face.
With her nose buried in my balls, she twisted and turned her head, made
some swallowing motions, and masturbated me with her mouth. I began
slowly fucking Esther's throat, which swelled each time I pushed it in.
I could see exactly where the head was until it disappeared into the
upper part of her chest. All of that caused me to have little after
shocks of an orgasm. Every little bit I'd pull it out enough so she get
some air through her nose, but my cock didn't leave her mouth for at
least ten minutes.

It was a long time before she set my organ free. It was completely
deflated when she let if fall from her lips. We were both exhausted, and
decided to clean ourselves up and go to her apartment for the night.
When we got into bed we kissed and hugged for a long time. No sex, no
foreplay, just good ol' fashioned smooching. Esther whispered little
secrets into my ear, telling me how much she wanted me and of the things
she was going to do for me. I replied by nibbling on her neck and
shoulders as I held her close. We slept long and hard that night.

About 6 months had passed, and we had done a number of enlargements
on some wealthy men. We didn't tell the clients the full potential of
Cytogen, either. The largest hard-on we let out of the office was 18
inches long. As long as they didn't know that more growth was possible,
they wouldn't ask for it.

We had begun to invest the money, and through some wise and/or
lucky transactions we were able to quit at General and start our own
practice. Even though the ad in the yellow pages said we were open, we
took no regular patients. The office was really just a front for the
enlargement process. Word of mouth was our sole source of advertisement,
and we dealt in cash only. I felt a little like a crook, but it was
something we could live with.

"Jason, I've got some bad news and some good news," Esther
announced in the office one day. "Bad news, Cytogen's effects start to
wear off after about 6 months. Good news, a small weekly dose stops any
decrease. So this week we need to start giving you a maintenance dose to
preserve those huge balls and that enormous dick. What's even better
about it, though, is that all our patients will need to come back for
some very expensive weekly treatments if they want to maintain their
size."

"No kidding? So, if we didn't do the weekly thing, I'd go back to
my old size?"

"Well, not exactly. Research indicates that one would retain about
20% of the growth. Since you added 10 inches to your erection, 20% of
that would be 2 inches. You'll never drop below a 12 inch hard-on, even
without any more Cytogen."

"Gee," I complained. "What good is a puny 12 inch cock?"
"Shut up, you goof!"

Then she got silent. I knew she had something to say, but was
contemplating how to say it.

"Just spit it out, Honey." I said.

"OK," Esther said after another pause, "I have an idea. Well, two
ideas, actually. The first one is to use Cytogen on me. I think that
with some custom equipment I could expand my vagina enough to handle your
whopper."

She gently patted the huge form in my trouser leg.

"Shit! I never thought of that, but it would be great! I've
always wanted to simply screw you to the wall, but have had to rely on
getting jerked off instead."

"Second idea...I'd like to try to enlarge my breasts. I've always
wanted bigger boobs, so now is the time to get them. Whadya think, Hon?"

"Cool idea, Esther. Think about it! Lots of ladies get implants
that look good, but they are fake. If Cytogen works on breasts, they'd
actually be natural. No silicone, no saline, just honest to goodness big
hooters!"

"Outstanding," Esther cried. "But first I want to get myself ready
to accept your tool. Here is what I have planned..."

She brought out a small hydraulic pump attached to a long, slender
latex tube. She told me that the tube will be inserted inside her vagina
and the pump will force it to expand. Her theory was that since female
genitals stretch wide during childbirth, the ability to force it open
anytime must be there. Cytogen will make the change more or less
permanent.

"No time like the present to start a new project," she said as she
dropped her pants to the floor and jumped up on the exam table.
"Lubricate that thing and insert it for me. I'll tell you when to stop."
It was only about 1.5 inches in diameter now, but easily a foot
long. I eased the end into her snatch and pushed it in about 5 inches.
She motioned to continue and I was able to hide another 2 inches inside
before she told me to stop.

"That's it for now. Give the pump control to me...I better run it.
I don't want you to get carried away and tear me up inside."

The whir of the machine quietly forced the tube to expand. Her
pussy lips started to thin out and stretch slightly as it grew inside her
canal. She gave the control another bump. It was well over 2 inches
across now, probably close to 3, when she began to whimper a little.

"Are you OK, Esther?"

"Yep. It hurts a little, but no pain...no gain."

The expanding form in her vagina pushed her clitoris up and into
view. Her eyes were closed, so I figured it might be worth a try, so I
moistened my finger and ever so slightly touched it. She opened her eyes
and looked at me.

"What are you doing, buster?" was her reaction.

"Couldn't help it! I looked down and there it was...begging for
attention."

"What ever. But I don't think it will work right now."

I went to a drawer and took out a mini-vibrator that we bought
months ago. We had used it a few times and she seemed to like it. She
saw me with it and gave me a look like, "Well...go ahead and try it. It
can't hurt."

I touched its well-lubed surface to her clit and watched her face
change to a smile. In about 30 seconds I stopped.

"Well," I remarked. "Looks like it won't work. Guess I'll put it
away."

"Damn, you, " she snapped. "You know good and well that it was
starting to feel good. Finish the job!"

I buzzed her for another minute until she began to gyrate her hips.
I stopped again, telling her I needed to go to the bathroom.

"You son of a bitch! Quit teasing me! This huge thing in my
crotch has got me all worked up, you keep getting me to the brink with
the vibrator, and now you want to go pee and let me stay here all hot and
bothered."

I tossed the vibrator to her, and she caught it with one hand.

"I gotta go real bad. If you want to get off, there it is." I said
as I motioned toward the gadget in her hand. This ought to be
interesting, I thought. She made me jerk myself off so many times when
we started all this, I thought it was about time she had to diddle
herself and see what it is like. I rounded the corner and stopped. Sure
enough...in a couple of minutes I heard the vibrator start. I peeked
around the corner to see her holding the machine against her clitoris.
When she was really getting hot, I walked up beside her and cleared my
throat.

"Damn, you again!" she said with a smile when she opened her eyes
and saw me there. "This is embarrassing, but I ain't stopping now."
She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as she reached the brink
and over she went. Her body quivered all over as that magic feeling went
from head to toe and back again. She opened one eye, and through the
small slit she looked at me and moaned as she held the vibrator against
her button. Her body relaxed finally, and she lay spent and exhausted on
the table as the latex tube continued to push her internal muscles to
their limits.

Everyday now, we gave Esther her expansion treatment and the
Cytogen shot. Everyday one of us made sure she had an orgasm during the
stretching session. Sometimes I'd eat her; sometimes she'd get off with
a vibrator or simply masturbate with her fingers. Each night before bed
Esther would get me off so she could drink my semen. To tell you the
truth, I was anxious to have her stretched out soon because I was tiring
of only getting jerked off with a little mouth action on the side.

Concurrently with her vaginal stretching, we had started her breast
enlargement process. She told me she didn't want to be so big that she'd
look freakish, but she did want to be "tremendously voluptuous." We had
two Lucite globes fashioned, one for each breast, and connected them to
the vacuum pump previously used on my cock. Esther seemed to enjoy the
breast treatments...she was usually quite turned on afterwards and
demanded sex.

Within a week there was a noticeable increase in her tits. A few
more weeks and she had a real shirt-full of boobs. Since these were
'new' tits, they didn't sag or droop as if they succumbed to the forces
of gravity for years. The damn things practically stood out straight.
Absolutely beautiful! But, at 5 weeks into her treatments she wanted to
stop.

"Damn, Jason! Each one is as big as a soccer ball now! Look...I
can barely hold one with one hand. Yeah, they're wonderful, but I'm
getting stares from people on the street now. I like them, don't get me
wrong. In fact, I'd prefer them much bigger if it wasn't for all the
looks I'd get, but it's embarrassing out there with two huge hooters
dancing around in my shirt. Don't you think we oughta quit?"

She had been handling them through a T-shirt that was about to
burst from being drawn so tight, but now she pulled it up and over them
so they were loose from their confines. Her unholstered boobs sprung out
and swayed for a few seconds. Once they settled down she lifted each one
with a hand and juggled them for me.

"Can we stop now? Isn't a pair of 44D boobs on a girl with my
slight build good enough?"

I answered, "You're complaining about looks from strangers to a guy
who can't leave the house without a bunch of females starting to follow
him because of the arm-sized cock in his pants? You're going to continue
the treatments, young lady."

"Good point," she said. "You're right. If you can handle being
that huge, I can have equally large boobs. Sorry I was so selfish."

After eight weeks her breasts were of incredible proportions.
There was no way to accurately give them a bra size. It was easier to
say that each one was the size of a basketball. The great part was that
they were still perky and firm. They didn't spread out and fall to her
belly button when she unleashed them from her blouse. Her nipples were
in exact proportion with the enormity of her breasts. No large blue
veins were evident, either, as are often seen on very large breasts.
They were literally perfect.

So large and firm were they that when she stood straight they were
the widest part of her body. The sides of her mammaries were visible
from behind her! Her bust line went from 34 to 58 inches and they stood
out a foot from her chest. We had some custom bras made, but she
preferred to go without since they seemed to defy gravity the way they
were.

Generally she wore extra-large T-shirts, but her boobs still filled
them to the point of exploding. I mean they were really tight. As she
moved they would jiggle and sway, giving onlookers the show of their
lifetime. Any hint of self-consciousness that the old Esther may have
had was long gone. The new Esther seemed to enjoy being seen with her
boobs straining against her clothing.

"Man, these are heavy," I said one evening as I reached around from
behind her and scooped them up. "We ought to weigh them."

"Don't tell me how heavy they feel. You should feel them the way I
do! I love them, but they are very awkward to have."

"Esther...again you are preaching to the choir, here. My schlong is
just as much a nuisance as your hooters."

"I suppose you're right. But before we put them on a scale, how
about a little fooling around with them?"

She swung around quickly. Her boobs continued to gyrate and bounce
until she propped them up with her small hands and offered them to me.
Her melons covered her tiny hands, so I put my hands next to hers and
together we massaged both of them. The dark nipples became erect and
stuck out about an inch. I put my lips to one and ever so gently rubbed
it back and forth, eventually moving my head so I could caress my whole
face with it.

"Hey, boy! How about you fucking my tits for a while, and then
let's see if I can get that humongous wiener of yours inside of me? It's
been eight weeks of stretching, and I think I'm ready."

She dropped to her back on the carpet. Her monstrous boobs, as
firm as they were, spilled to her sides and covered her arms. She
corralled them up on her chest and began to taunt me by slapping them
together as she licked her open lips.

I straddled her waist, she pushed her tits together, and I dropped
my cock on the crack between them. Esther slowly let her boobs part, and
my stiffening cock began to disappear into the heavenly crevasse of her
cleavage. When it reached bottom, she squeezed them together and covered
my cock. The head of my woody poked out from the top and pointed at her
chin, and I began slow thrusting movements. Each time I went forward my
long cock hit her chin and ricocheted off to one side of her face and
rubbed her ear. Esther turned her head and kissed and licked my member
as it passed her tender mouth.

She was keeping her boobs in check by clasping her hands together
in front of them, essentially giving them a big hug, and pulling up and
down opposite my strokes. Once in a while she would rapidly jiggle them
and press in towards my throbbing hard-on. That felt like a big, soft
vibrator.

I was content to keep on screwing her tits, but she wanted to have
me in her snatch. She finally convinced me to get off of her so we could
fuck.

"Jason...let's put your monster inside me now. I want it so bad I
ache. I can take your thickness, but I'm anxious to see how much of your
length I'll be able to poke up there. If you want, we can finish right
where we are now - with you fucking my tits and coming all over me, but
right now I need your cock in my pussy!"

Esther had planned out in advance how we were to do this. I
was to rest on my back and hold my 20-inch flesh-log while she lowered
herself over it. Once on the floor she began to kiss me heavily. Her
kisses soon migrated across my chest, down my stomach and to the root of
my hard-on. She nuzzled it with her neck and ran her hands up and down
its length, and then sat up and lavished my knob with her mouth and
tongue, getting it wet with saliva.

"Now's the time," she said with a gleaming smile.

She straddled my waist with her crotch just above my cockhead. I,
too, felt that she would have no trouble encompassing my girth because I
had seen her expansion equipment bring her pussy to almost 6 inches in
diameter. I steadied my manhood and Esther spread her pussy with her
fingers. It almost looked like she was trying to put a shower cap on my
cock as she pulled her vaginal lips around my meat. Once the head was
almost covered, she let her pussy lips snap tight on my cockhead and she
began to put downward pressure on my hard-on. Wider and wider, her cunt
spread until it popped around the knob. The heat of her body was
wonderful on my cock, and I wanted more of it.

"Damn!" she said. "That wasn't bad at all! And Gawd, it feels
good!"

She bounced up and down a bit to give the tip of my cock a taste of
more to come. Her vast breasts bounced with her movements. More
downward pressure allowed her to slip several inches of the shaft inside.
I could see the bulge my knob made through her tight lower abs, and it
wiggled with her motions. She was practically sitting on it now, and I
was having trouble keeping it from bending under her weight.

"I want more, Jason...more!" she cried with a smile a mile wide.

Without warning she bounced hard several times and 2 or 3 more
inches forced their way in her steamy tunnel. The bulge above her cunt
was even more pronounced, and she rubbed my cockhead through her muscled
abdominal area. She had almost half of it inside her, but that was it.
Push and shove as she might, it simply had filled her up.

"I think I know how to get more inside of me," she said. "If we
can dilate and stretch my cervix to accept your monster cock, and do the
same to my uterus, there isn't any reason I couldn't get it all in me!
Hell, a uterus can hold an eight pound baby with ease...so maybe we can
shove this baby in there, too."

"Hey...if you think it will work, let's do it," was my answer.

"We can't do it today. It'll take weeks of treatments for that,
too."

Esther told me we'd worry about that later, but right now she
announced that she was going to fuck me. Her legs dipped and bent,
sliding her pussy up and down the first half of my behemoth. She'd bring
herself up over the head, so just the very tip was still buried in her
snatch, then drop violently until she hit bottom. Over and over she
skewered herself on my hard-on. Her well-trained vaginal muscles clamped
tight on my shaft. At one point she stopped her up and down motions and
simply massaged my cock with the muscles in her snatch before starting to
fuck me again. That alone would probably get me off. I watched the
bulge my cock made in her abdomen as it invaded her insides, and she
rubbed it from the outside while never missing a stroke.

Esther started feverishly pumping my dick again...faster than
before. The tremendous globes on her chest were flailing wildly. In a
few minutes it was time. She close to orgasm because she went into
overdrive and began fucking me harder than ever. That far-away look
appeared in her eyes, and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Small
guttural sounds began coming from deep inside of her. Little whimpers
and moans became louder, and her orgasm hit her violently.

She shuddered and stopped moving for a couple seconds, then pushed
herself down as far as her body would allow. I reached up to her thighs
and began pushing and pulling her on my rod. She started fucking me
again and I was barely able to maintain my handhold on it and keep if
from buckling under Esther's attack. Her boobs looked so inviting that I
palmed one with one hand and squished it up and around her chest. Even
though she was in the throes of a fierce orgasm, she grabbed her other
breast and pulled it up to her face and licked and kissed her nipple.
Her orgasm lasted for several minutes. She slowed her pace down as
she descended from her sexual ecstasy until she simply stopped with my
stiff rod still crammed up her snatch. Simultaneously we let go of both
tits, and they dropped and swayed like two bulbous pendulums.

"Holy shit!" Esther moaned, almost breathless.

"Ditto!" was my response.

"You ready to finish? I'll get back on the floor and you screw my
tits until you cum. When you do, I want it on my face and boobs. Get it
in my hair, too. Cover me with the stuff."

"What ever you say, babe. What ever you say."

We returned to our spot on the floor and I stuck my throbbing shaft
between her heaving breasts. She wrapped it with her giant glands and I
went to work. My cock hit her chin as it poked its nose out from the
mounds of flesh she held tight around it. Like before, she adjusted her
head so my manhood skimmed the side of her face, occasionally tilting it
so she could kiss and suck the sides of it as it made it's pass.
A couple minutes of that and I was ready to hose her down. She
sensed my pending release and allowed my cock to spring free of her
breasts just as the first of the cum spewed from the huge knob. As I
grabbed my cock so I could aim for her face and boobs, the first of it
landed on her chin and splashed back and to the sides of her neck.
Without completely stopping between bursts, more cum found its mark on
her face. A few more spurts and her face was completely covered with
white slime from my balls. She opened her mouth and thick strings of
semen spanned her lips, then fell into her mouth and disappeared.
Next I stood up and essentially peed a solid stream of semen on her
tits. She couldn't open her eyes to watch because of the cum that was
puddled up in them, but she could feel it pouring from my cock onto her
large breasts. Each stoke I made on my cock caused me to shudder, so my
aim wasn't perfect. Some hit the floor next to her, but most of it hit
her somewhere.

"My hair!" she shouted through lips soaked with semen, making cum
bubbles as she spoke. "Don't forget my hair!"

My orgasm hadn't stopped yet, so I was able to quickly step around
and straddle her head and continue to jerk off on her. Gobs of cum hit
her jet-black hair. The contrast between her hair and the white of my
seed was striking. As it soaked in, she let go of one tit and used that
hand to work the cum deeper into her hair.

Both of her hands now tended to her boobs and face. She had about
12 ounces of cum on her, and she was spreading it all over. She sat up
cross-legged, almost falling over as her supporting hand slipped on the
floor because of all the semen. Once she was situated she fingered the
goo from her eyes so she could see again. Big strings of cum dripped
from her chin and nose onto her already drenched hooters. Even larger
streams of semen started to fall from them, and she worked frantically to
try to catch each one and bring it back to a breast or her face.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned softly as she massaged my splooge into her
skin, face and hair. At least half of her hair was totally saturated
with the stuff. To be real honest, she looked terrible!

"I love this, Jason. We need to do this more often. Oh, man.
Look how it slides down my boobs! I wish there was more!"

She reached out for my cock with slimy hands and brought it to her
face and neck and nuzzled it like a mother caring for her child. Her
craving for cum and her fucking and sucking abilities made me thing that
perhaps I had created a monster...and I don't mean my cock...I mean Esther.
Most of the time she is demure and modest, but once we get naked she lets
go and turns into a sex machine like none other.

"You surprise me, Esther, with the way you transform into such a
"dirty little girl."

She smiled up at me with a crafty grin and said, "We all have our dark
side, don't we?"

We were both satisfied now, so we hit the shower and then went to
bed. The next morning she announced that she felt I should undergo the
second eight weeks of Cytogen treatments.

"I don't know, Sweetie. Isn't this big enough already? I mean it
IS the world's largest human cock!"

"Sure it is, but if we plan on expanding my cervix and uterus, I'll
be able to get a heck of a lot more in me than you have now. So why
waste all that space inside me? Let's get you absolutely, grotesquely
huge, and I'll take every inch of it up my snatch."

We argued for a while. To make a long story short, she won. Her
success had something to do with a blowjob, but I won't go into details.
Anyway, the next week we started the second phase of treatments on
me, and began working on Esther's cervix and uterus. We employed a drug
used to dilate women for childbirth, which opened up her cervix. Her
vagina had been stretched enough that it would easily accept my hand and
forearm, and once the drug took effect I inserted a balloon-like device
past her vaginal canal and into the cervix. The hydraulic pump forced
the balloon to expand her cervix and begin to fill her womb. As she
increased the pressure, her lower abdomen swelled proportionately.
Within seconds she looked like she had swallowed a small melon.

"This is the most odd sensation I have ever experienced..." was all
she said as her normally tight, flat stomach turned into a small
potbelly.

She pumped it to the point of discomfort and left it there for 20
minutes or so, then let it deflate and we removed it from her insides.
She administered Cytogen to herself, and then we worked on enlarging me
some more.

It was the same routine...stretch, inject, measure. Each night
we'd get each other off in one way or another, and we often collected my
cum in a beaker so we could determine the increase in production. Once
the amount was noted, Esther would put the beaker to her lips and gobble
the semen like she was dying of thirst and this was a cool jug of water.
Other times she'd have me pour it over her head and tits. Some times
she'd have me do it while she had her clothes on. I recall a primarily
Japanese trend called Bukakke, in which a girl sits on the floor while
30, 40 or more men jack off on her. The girls apparently really get off
on being drenched in sperm, and so it seems does Esther. I made a mental
note of that fact for future reference.

Esther's womb and abdomen responded remarkably well to the
stretching. As the weeks passed, she began looking very pregnant when
the pump was doing its thing. She was able to immediately snap back to
her slim figure, due no doubt to her rigorous fitness routine that
consisted of several hundred sit-ups a day among other exercises. No one
would ever guess that she could accommodate something the size of a
basketball up there by looking at her.

My progress was equally noteworthy. Esther increased the doses of
Cytogen from the first session. My already stupendous cock and balls
were becoming absolutely unbelievable. The tallies for the second
session were this:

Week 1: Soft, 11.5 inches by 1.75 Erect 22 inches long, 2.75
thick, balls 3.00 inches in diameter.
Week 2: Soft, 13 by 2 inches, erect 23 by 3 inches, balls 3.125
Week 3: Soft, 13.5 by 2, erect 24 by 3, balls 3.75
Week 4: Soft, 14 by 2.25, erect 24.5 by 3.125, balls 3.75
Week 5: Soft, 14.25 by 2.25, erect 26 by 3.125, balls 4
Week 6: Soft, 15 by 2.5, erect 27.5 by 3.5, balls 4.25

For weeks 7 and 8, she gave me the maximum dose she felt
comfortable giving to me. It obviously worked.

Week 7: Soft, 16.5 by 2.5, erect 29 by 3.5, balls 5.5

My hard-on was almost 2 1/2 long, and we had one week left! It takes
a lot of fluid to fill such a beast, too. It didn't get terribly stiff
anymore, though it was still fully functional. When I stood with my
erection it drooped nearly straight down from the enormous weight. My
scrotum was as big as a cantaloupe from the increase in the glands
storing the semen as well as my tremendous testicles. Now when I
ejaculated, I produced around 18 ounces.

Esther did some research for the stiffness problem, and decided
that a daily dose of Viagra should do the trick. It worked. Most of the
rigidity had returned. The head of my hard-on was just inches from my
ankles when I stood, and it was heavy! It weighed about 10 pounds, and
my balls were another 6 or 7 pounds.

We manufactured a "ball bra" that supported my scrotum, and
designed a long piece of fabric with Velcro that wrapped around my leg
and soft cock. They kept my equipment from moving about, but did very
little to conceal anything.

Two ejaculations in the same day provided about 28 ounces of cum,
and it took some doing on my body's part to 'refill' itself. My scrotum
was noticeably smaller after an orgasm, and after a second one it was
about half the size it is when "fully loaded." We began a regimen of
hormones, vitamins and hydration for me to stimulate semen production,
allowing me to completely replenish myself within 24-36 hours of a total
draining.

There was no way to hide my huge penis, even with the baggiest of
trousers, and Esther's giant breasts were equally obvious...probably more
so than my cock. We had been thinking about whether we should go out of
the house anymore. People stared and made rude comments when we were out
in public. Both of us enjoyed being so big, especially because it
pleased each other, but it was also a burden. The deciding moment for me
came a few days before the end of my last treatments, when I was sitting
in the mall and noticed a bevy of giggling college age girls watching me
from the other side of the mall fountain. They pushed one of them out of
the group towards me. She hesitated a couple times, looked back to her
friends who were signaling her to continue, and eventually stood near me.

"Can I help you with something?" I said as if I didn't know what
she wanted.

"Well..." she said, "...my girlfriends and I wanted to know...I mean we
wondering if...wondering if..."

Her head turned to her friends again. They urged her on, and she
suddenly blurted it out.

"...we want to know if what you have in your pant leg is real."

"One way to find out isn't there." I sat her down next to me and
put her trembling hand on my knee. Her cohorts stopped dead and watched
with mouths agape as their friend got close to discovering whether I had
a rolled up towel or a cock in my pants. I guided her hand to the inside
of my leg, positioned it behind the knob of my flaccid cock, and let go.
Her hand was still shaking when she put her fingers around its girth.
She turned to the girls and silently mouthed the words, "It's real!"
They all squealed and jumped up and down.

Very quietly I said, "If you follow it back, you'll find balls...very
large balls."

She inched her hand along my cock until she came to my testicles
and fumbled about until she had singled one out and tried to hold it, but
it was simply too large for one hand.

"Now...go back and tell your girlfriends what you found. If they
would like to have a chance at it, let me know and we'll find a spot for
'show and tell.'"

She skittered across the floor, past the fountain, and stood among
the small group of girls and they chattered excitedly to each other.
While she talked, I realized that I had just propositioned 5 young
ladies that couldn't be over 21 years old. I loved Esther dearly, and
I'd never leave her, so I figured it wouldn't hurt if I gave these girls
a thrill. I just wouldn't tell her and it'd be fine.

One of the girls shook her head 'yes,' and waved at me to come
over. I rose and strolled over to them.

"Can we see it?" "How big is it?" "Me first!"

I held up my hand and said, "Whoa, ladies, whoa! Is there a place
near here...a place where we could be alone?"

One girl said, "My apartment is 3 blocks from here."

I followed them in my Jeep. Inside, they ended up lining
themselves up along the couch...just standing there...not knowing what to do
or say. I told them to sit down, and like trained dogs, they all sat at
the same time. "Now, stand up." I ordered. They did. "Turn around with
your back to me," was my next command. They did that, too. They did
what ever I told them. I think they were on sensory-overload thinking
about what they were about to see.

"Simon says, 'You've got to take off your clothes if you want me to
drop my trousers.'"

The deer in the headlight look faded from their faces and they
glanced at each other a few times, and after one pulled her T-shirt over
her head, the air was immediately filled with shirts, bras, panties and
shorts. When all the clothes hit the ground, there stood 5 naked, slim,
youthful girls.

"OK, ladies. Prepare yourself for a sight like none other," I
barked like a carnival worker as I took of my shirt. I dropped my
trousers and stepped out of them. "It's big...it's stupendous...it's
magnificent...it's..."

"It's HUGE!" said the tall blond, finishing my sentence. "Oh, my,
God! And those balls! Unreal!"

"Ladies, here it is. Time to grab hold." I ordered. Ten hands
shot out and grabbed my cock. They fumbled for position, but eventually
they all got a section of their own. (They looked like a group of
adventurers you've seen on a nature TV show, who have found a huge snake
and are struggling to hold it up for the camera.) It was just starting
to grow, and the sudden attention hastened the process. Within 60
seconds it was at it maximum.

"This can't be real," one of them said. "Cocks don't get this big!
Am I dreaming?"

Two girls abandon my cock, knelt to my sides and massaged my
massive balls. The others continued to masturbate me, and began kissing
and licking the head and shaft at the same time. Such intense
stimulation was bringing me close to orgasm, so I had them stop.

"Here's the deal. I can't screw any of you. It simply won't fit,
right? And it would take too much time for me to eat each pussy, right?"

They nodded in agreement as they eyed my meat that dangled almost
to my ankles.

"So, I want all of you to masturbate. The first one to have an
orgasm gets to jerk me off. The lucky girl gets to do what she wants
with it. She can try to drink it, or smear it all over herself...I don't
care as long as I get my rocks off. OK...ready...set...GO!"

They just stood there.

"Well...get going, dammit!" I shouted.

That got their attention, and they all found a place to sit or lie
down and began fingering their pussies, timidly at first, but soon were
really going at it. I swung my killer cock back and forth as I meandered
from girl to girl, watching them like a drill sergeant watching his
recruits. I hoisted my huge organ and let the head bump and rub the face
or boobs of each girl as they furiously worked their snatches.

It looked like the dark haired girl was going to 'win' the contest.
She started to buck and shake, and she crammed fingers from one hand in
her cunt as the fingers from the other hand did a number on her clitoris.
During her orgasm she looked at the others and realized she was first.

"Hot damn!" she said between spasms of pleasure, "I get the cock!"

Within minutes the other girls finished. There were exhausted,
naked female bodies lying all over the living room...all with incredible
grins on their faces.

The winner stood and approached me.

"How in the world do I do this? It's as big as my leg!"

"OK," I said, "You four sit next to each other on the couch...I'll
kneel and face you. You...the lucky one...you sit on the footstool and drape
it across your lap. You'll be able to support it and jack me off that
way."

Everyone got into position, and she put both hands around my shaft,
just behind the head, and started to stoke me. Her hands were just a
fraction of in inch short of completely encompassing it. The four ladies
on the couch moved closer together and put their arms behind each other's
backs. They made a terrific target for my cum canon. I don't think they
had any idea what was about to happen.

The dark haired girl toiled tirelessly, and soon I was ready to
shoot my load.

"Get ready! Aim! FIRE!" I shouted when the fiery fluid began its
journey from my scrotum to my cock. Like I said before, I didn't cum in
spurts anymore...it came out in a solid stream with only a slight decrease
in pressure between spasms. My semen flew through the air and landed on
several of their legs, but the jacking girl adjusted her aim and went for
their faces. They jumped and ducked from surprise, but within a few
seconds they realized that it was futile to try to avoid getting
drenched.

She stroked and stroked, moving my immense member back and forth,
hitting all of them. It hit their tits, it stuck on their faces and
soaked into their hair. One girl got a huge squirt directly in her
mouth. I stood when I was about half done and stepped close to the cum
covered wenches on the couch. They passed the head of my still spurting
cock from one to the other, showering themselves with my semen as they
helped jerk me off.

It was a fantastic orgasm. When my cock started to soften the
girls started to massage it and my balls.

"Lick it clean, ladies. Don't leave a drop."

Most of my cum was on them, so there wasn't a lot of janitorial
work to do on my rod, but they were most appreciative and gave the entire
thing a good washing.

The dark haired girl, who didn't get much on her, noticed more
semen at the tip of my cock.

"Hey! More is coming out!" she said as she wiped it off with a
finger.

"Yep," I said. "It's got quite a bit left inside. You squeeze it
out and you can swallow it, if you want."

She thought for a second, "I don't know. I've never tasted cum
before."

"Lick what you have on your finger and see if it tastes bad. If
it's OK, then go for it." I suggested. She did.

"Hmmm. It doesn't really have a taste at all. It sounds kind of
nasty, but what the hell."

She lay down on the floor, directly beneath my suspended cock, and
held it to her mouth with one hand, and squeezed my member near my balls
with the other and slid it towards the head. Several ounces of thick
semen oozed out and fell into her mouth. Her tongue played with it for a
while, then she swallowed and triumphantly smiled.

"Ta da!" she sang at the other ladies. "I ate some of his semen!
Neeener, neeener, neeeeeener!"

Her taunting struck a chord with her friends. Not to be outdone,
one of them put her hand behind another girl's head and pulled her
towards her. With a quick lick of the tongue, she slurped up a big blob
of cum from the cheek and chin of her friend and held her mouth open for
all to see. She closed her mouth and down it went, deep into her
stomach.

They all began licking semen from each other's bodies and faces.
Boobs, necks, faces, stomachs, legs, arms, hands and fingers all got
proper attention. Once all the cum was removed and consumed, they didn't
stop. They piled into a tangle on the floor and began eating each other
and inserting fingers in various openings. In minutes they were so
involved in what they were doing, they seemed to forget I was in the
room. Pleased with myself that I may have started something for these
little ladies, I quietly got dressed and snuck out the door before they
knew it. I made sure to remember the address...I might come back someday.

It was a glorious experience, but it did reveal to me that with
this big of a cock and balls I was going to be constantly singled out by
people around me. That night at home, Esther and I made up our minds
that while we were this 'big,' we would have to become hermits. We had
each other, and that was most important.

"We can always stop Cytogen for a while and get smaller," Esther
said. "When we reach a more manageable size we can start the maintenance
doses and stay that way."

One more week passed. We were done. Final measurement:

Week 8: Soft, 17.25 by 3, erect 34 by 3.75, balls 6.25

We determined that the dramatic increase of the last week was
probably due to the Viagra. The extra pressure simply made it that much
bigger.

During the last treatments we didn't try any old fashioned fucking.
We thought it best to leave well enough alone until all the treatments
were done, and then try it. On the last day, instead of jerking me off,
Esther said she was ready to try it.

"Let's not waste this hard-on. I'm going to do my best to get the
whole damn thing in me tonight. Jason, you lie on the rug and I'll fuck
you till you can't stand it."

She positioned herself over my waist again, and after a few moments
of rubbing and stroking it, she and I held my cock steady as she lowered
herself. She easily took my cockhead into her cunt and slid down until
it hit the back of her canal. For several minutes she screwed that much
of my cock. When she was all worked up and well lubricated she was ready
for more.

"OK, this is it," she said in anticipation. "If we can get it past
my cervix it's home free."

Her weight dropped and my cock buckled. We supported it the best
we could, and with a little more wiggling and squirming on her part I
could feel her internal opening start to give a bit. The tip of my huge
helmet was nosing into her womb. More pressure, and it went in another
inch. Esther looked at me and nodded. I knew what she was going to do
without her uttering a word.

She literally lifted one foot from the ground, which put most of
her weight on my cock. An incredibly tight ring of pressure slipped
around the head of my cock, and after a couple bounces from Esther, it
burst past her cervix. She instantly dropped about a foot, and her eyes
went wide with surprise and pleasure. Her lower abdomen was distended
and her stomach had a large bulge in it now.

"Oh, Gawd, Jason. Look at my stomach! I can see your cock in
there!"

Her hands found her belly and massaged my manhood through her
stomach muscles.

"More...I gotta have more!" she insisted.

"Take it easy, lady. You've got half of it up there now. You
ought to get used to that first."

"Hell no! If we can just get your wonderful cock to bend inside of
me, we should be able to get the whole thing crammed up there."

With about 18 inches of cock still exposed, and the other 16 packed
inside her cunt and womb, Esther started to attack. As she pounded on my
rod, she poked and prodded her stomach trying to get my cock to move or
bend inside of her. She'd rise up about 6 inches and drop violently. I
could feel my cock succumbing to the forces and it eventually gave in.
It must have started to roll itself up in her because she fell another
foot. Her previously flat stomach now protruded like that of a pregnant
woman.

Esther's eyes were closed, and she started to rub her clitoris as
she bounced even more. Every little bit she would move both hands to the
bottom of her stomach and support it and the cock inside it, like a man
holding his potbelly. As she shook it and massaged it she continued to
sink on my massive member. Her stomach grew with each inch she dropped.
In seconds she had all but about 4 inches inside of her. My cock must
have been doubled over several times judged by the numerous bumps and
bulges pushing against her well-muscled abdomen.

"I don't think I can get another inch in me," she gasped. "I'm
absolutely stuffed!"

"Well," I said. "You've got 2 and 1/2 feet of cock inside of
you...I'd say that is enough, wouldn't you?"

"For now, anyway. It's time to get you off - and me, too."

She steadied herself by holding on to the nearby arm of the couch,
and lifted herself up about a foot, unreeling a portion of my cock that
was buried deep in her womb. The bulges in her stomach area changed with
the withdrawal. Then she let herself down again, and my slick cock
slipped right back to where it was. She continued this motion, and I
watched her abdomen swell and shrink as my monster slid in and out.
It wasn't long before she quietly announced that she was nearing
orgasm.

"OH, SHIT! This is gonna be GOOD!"

Like getting hit with a bag of sand, her orgasm came almost
instantly, causing her to arch her back and grind her pelvis round and
round as she dipped up and down. She bit her lower lip and actually drew
blood as her entire musculature quaked and shook with intense pleasure.
The spasms she was having made her firm muscles contract upon my pulsing
cock, increasing the sensations I was already experiencing. Her titanic
tits shook like two enormous water balloons and ricocheted off in
different directions from each other because of her hammering on my rod.
It looked like it might have been painful for her to have that much mass
moving around on her chest, so I reached up with both hands and steadied
them for her.

When she descended from the ecstasy of her orgasm, she stopped
fucking me and leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders. Her
fat, cock stuffed tummy touched mine, and her breasts rested on my chest
and neck.

"I've had some remarkable orgasms with you before, but nothing like
this," she said with a smile. "And I'm not just making it up, either. I
thought I was going to pass out. Your cock was stimulating my clit, my
vagina and my womb all at once. The only thing I could imagine that
would be more fulfilling would be to your cock right where it is now,
plus have a cock down my throat and one up my behind."

It sounded like she might have been serious about more cocks, but
then again she might have simply been exaggerating. As she wiped the
sweat from her forehead I said, "Well, we could get a couple of the guys
we have enlarged recently. I'm sure we could 'fill your needs' that
way."

I watched to see what her reaction would be. If she acted
disgusted, I would say I was only kidding. If she seemed interested I'd
tell her we could discuss details later.

Without looking up she panted, "OK, but let's worry about that
later. We can choose some of the men when we get done here."

I silently shouted, "AHA! She wants a gang-bang!" Esther was
right when she said everyone has a dark side. If she does have sex with
other guys, then I might let her know about my evening with the 5 college
girls. I hate keeping secrets from someone I love.

Without another word she started her onslaught of my tree trunk
sized cock again. For several more minutes she silently assaulted my
hard-on until another orgasm neared the horizon. Tears formed in her
eyes and sweat dripped down her face and across her heaving breasts. She
screamed a few unintelligible words and worked my meat faster. This time
I felt that I might cum with her. My whole body tensed up and my cock
started to buck and throb in the deep dark confines of Esther's body. I
was able to grab a ball in each hand and squeeze them as the fire from my
innards shot up my cock.

Esther never missed a beat. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets
and she pressed my cock through her abdomen. When her muscles began to
strangle my hard-on, I let go, too. Cum raced the length of my cock, out
the huge head, and immediately filled her womb to overflowing. Semen
literally poured from my cock now, when I came. The spurts slowed down,
but never quit. It didn't take long before the hot goo squished its way
out and down my shaft to cover my balls. I kept cumming for a good 30
seconds. I felt like I was in heaven. I'd force my hips up as she
dropped down, and each time gobs of cum would squirt from her tight cunt
lips and drench my crotch and the floor under my ass.

All good things must end, and so it was now. When we both were
able to breath again we stared at each other and then laughed with joy.

My only comment was, "It was worth the wait, wasn't it!"

She put her knees to my sides and her hands on the floor above my
shoulders and started to crawl forward, pulling my shrinking cock from
her slick cunt. Her stomach shrunk as she went, and she eventually
shuffled right over and past my head, at which time about 25 inches of
half flaccid, cum drenched cock popped from her snatch and landed on my
chest, chin and nose. The sticky semen from her pussy dribbled out and
onto my face, too. I didn't know exactly what to think as my cock
scooted off my face and onto my shoulder. Should I lick my own cum from
my face or not?

Esther made the decision for me. She turned around on all fours
and put her face above mine, then licked me clean. Her tongue delicately
lapped up sperm from my cheeks, lips, nose and chin. It was wildly
erotic. She moved down further and pressed her mouth against the head of
my cock that was covered with cum and her juices. Without using her
hands she vacuumed all the slime from my cock and balls, then, like a kid
slurping up spilled milk from the counter top, she cleaned up the puddles
of semen from the floor.

With both hands now grasping my half hard member, she opened her
mouth so say something, but instead, a huge 'truck driver' belch shot
out. "Brraaaaaaccckk!" She seemed as surprised as I was when it
happened.

"Oops! Sorry! Nothing as embarrassing as a good ol' semen belch,
is there?"

I could only laugh. Seeing a petite lady like Esther fire out a
belch like that was comedic at the least. Once we stopped giggling, she
mentioned that she'd like to try to deep throat my cock now that it was
getting to a manageable size. I suppose my cock was less than 24 inches
long now, and getting softer by the second. She opened wide and guided
her mouth to my purple knob and stuffed as much in as she could. Her
lips were stretched to their limit. The shaft of my softening cock got
squeezed down to size of her mouth as she pressed against it. If it had
been hard at that diameter she wouldn't have been able to begin to get it
in her throat.

The shaft was still slick with saliva and traces of semen, making
her descent on it easier. A couple of deep breaths through her nose and
she went for it. Down, down, down she went, shaking her head side to
side to help work it in. Her cheeks were drawn tight and her neck
swelled as the head and shaft passed. In one long, smooth motion she
pushed until her chin hit my 6-inch balls. Occasionally my cock would
twitch with pleasure since it had only been a few minutes earlier that I
had the orgasm of my life. She pulled it in and out a few inches, then
reversed herself and ever so slowly withdrew my manhood from her mouth.

"Damn! Almost a 2-foot deep throat! I could feel it all the way
down to my stomach!" she said with deserved pride.

When we both had caught our breath, we cleaned up for the night.
As we often do after a romp in the hay, we snuggled and kissed each
other. I caressed her mammoth breasts while she laid on her back with
her eyes closed. She finally fell asleep, with her hands still gripping
a most appropriate handle...my cock.

Over breakfast the next morning I mentioned what she had said the
night before.

"You mean about a couple other guys?" she said. "Well, at the time
it seemed like a perfectly good idea, but I had other things on my mind
then. I dunno, do you think it would be something we should try? Would
you be jealous?"

"Oh, I suppose I'd be a little jealous, but it would be interesting
to try, maybe just once."

"How about Jake and Carl? Jake is what...about 18 inches long, and
Carl is...how big is Carl? I don't remember," she said as she moved her
hands apart, trying to visualize his size.

"I think Carl's cock is a foot long. No shorter than that, for
sure. If you want to do it, and you think you can handle them, I'll give
them a call."

"No. Let me call them. I'll bet it would be more of a surprise to
them if a lady called and she said she would like them to screw her."
Esther said with an impish grin.

"Deal." I said. "How about next Saturday?"

Well, guess what. Jake and Carl agreed. They each called me
before Saturday to make sure it wasn't some kind of joke, and I assured
them it was legitimate. When the day came they showed up at the house
and Esther met them at the door.

"Hi, guys. Guess we know why you're here, so let's get
comfortable. Take off your clothes and sit on the couch. I need to
examine your tools."

They obeyed and sat down. Both men were semi-erect already from
anticipation. Jake was the larger of the two, but Carl had requested we
treat his testicles for maximum output. Jake's balls were a handful, but
Carl's were at least as big as mine...maybe larger. I'd have to check the
notes we kept on each patient. He could pump out cum like a fire hose.
The naked Esther knelt in front of both men and kissed and stroked
them until they were hard.

Carl looked around and shouted, "Hey, Jason! Come on out! We hear
you are enormous!"

Jake echoed, "Yeah. How big is enormous, anyway?"

I had been in the adjacent room, undressing, and had stimulating
myself in order to get a head start. It takes a while to get a 34 inch
hard-on all pumped up. With a 25-inch partially soft cock, I entered the
room. Both Carl and Jake just about shit.

"Damn, man. It's below your knee! You ARE huge!" Carl muttered.

"You ain't seen anything yet," Esther crowed. "He isn't hard yet."

"Bullshit," Jake said. "You're kidding me."

I told them the truth - that I was 34 inches long when erect.
Esther switched her attention to my cock, and it grew as she loved and
kissed it. Both men stared in awe of my incredible manhood.

Jake asked Esther, "Where are you planning on putting that thing,
anyway?"

"You just watch," was all she said.

I quickly added up the length of cock Esther was about to take on.
If my math was correct, mine and an 18-inch and a 12-inch cock equaled 64
inches. That's over 5 feet of cock!

She turned her attention to Jake and Carl, who were still sitting
on the couch. Carl's balls got a tonguing he'll never forget, and then
Esther focused on his foot long hard-on. After a few cursory licks and
sucks, she opened wide and took his entire length down her throat in a
single thrust. She pushed her face hard against his pelvic area and
lightly teethed the base of his shaft. Carl was astounded.
Just as quickly as she swallowed his rod, she pulled it out.

"OK, Jake. You're next," she announced.

"Fine, but I'm a lot longer and bigger than Carl. Good luck," was
Jake's response.

Little did he know that his cock was no problem for a deep throat
queen like Esther. She lubricated his head and shaft with saliva,
adjusted her position in order to get a straight shot down his raging
penis, and popped the head in. She looked Jake in the eyes and slowly,
but deliberately, inched her way to his pubic hairs. The entire time she
kept eye contact with him, giving him a non-verbal version of, "See...I
told you so!" Once his cock was entirely hidden in her mouth and throat,
she reached over and grabbed Carl's cock and began stroking it.

"Jason," Carl said, "You have one amazing woman here."

Esther dropped Carl's dick and slipped Jake's hose from her throat
and stood. She explained that Carl was going to fuck her in the ass,
Jake was going to fuck her throat, and I was going to cram my cock in her
snatch. We all discussed the logistics and gymnastics that were going to
be necessary to accomplish such a feat, and then got down to business.
Esther got on the couch and put one leg over the back and the foot
of her other leg on the floor, making a perfect target of her pussy. As
a team, all four of us guided my cock to her crotch, which was sopping
with her juices by now. The head popped in with ease, and I pushed to
the back of her vaginal tunnel. Jake and Carl stood back to watch the
impossible. I had to hold my hard-on in the middle and Esther held it at
the entrance to her snatch, and then I pushed hard. Several lunges
later, her cervix gave way and allowed my cockhead to find its way in.
More went in...about 2 feet of it as it doubled over in her womb.

"Carl, look at this! Esther is pregnant!" shouted Jake.

My cock was forcing her abs out again. Esther poked, prodded and
massaged the mass of cock inside her and the rest of my cock took
advantage of that and slipped all the way in. Her stomach stuck out
obscenely. It had big lumps from my folded cock, and moved as we thrust
our hips together.

I scooped Esther up to my chest and she wrapped her legs around my
waist the best she could with her big potbelly and enormous breasts.
With Jake and Carl's assistance we got to the floor, me on my back. She
arched her back and pushed her butt hole up in the air.

"C'mon, Carl. Stick it to me!"

He had greased himself up with K-Y jelly already. He knelt behind
her and poked his knob around her back door until it was as slick as his
cock.

"OK," Carl said, "Push out like you're going to take a dump and
I'll shove it in. If you don't relax it won't go."

"I'll try, but I've never had anything up my ass before. Give me a
chance to relax."

Carl increased pressure against her anus and it started to open.
Esther squealed a little, then his whole cockhead popped in her butt.

"That feels fine, so gimme the rest of it, Carl."

His foot long dick eased in, and I could feel it sliding against my
hard-on through her tender internal membranes. When it was all the way
in she told him to give her a few full-length strokes to loosen her up.

"Damn!" cried Esther. "I'm stretched thin back there! I feel like
I could explode because of all the stuffing in me."

Jake had come around and put his feet on either side of my head and
held his 18-inch rod up to Esther's face. She sat up and rubbed it
against her mountainous breasts, then brought it up to her face.

"You boys ready? Before we go, I want to let you know that I'll
swallow Jake's cum, but Jason and Carl are obligated to shoot theirs in
this container. I've got plans for their cum. I'm looking for better
than a quart from you guys, so you'd better perform for me."

Looking straight up I saw her open her jaw and stick out her tongue
to accept Jake's large member. The soft tissue under her chin bulged out
as the head went to the back of her throat. Jake pushed some more and
his meat passed the threshold of her throat, causing her neck to swell.
I watched the length of his cock slowly creep into my lovely Esther. The
huge vein on the bottom of the invading monster throbbed as she devoured
his cock. She moved her jaw and pulled at the shaft with her lips as the
length of his manhood disappeared in her throat. The swelling of her
neck went clear to her chest cavity. I could only imagine the form of
his cockhead and shaft once it passed that point since it was now hidden
deep within her, stopping only inches from her stomach.

Esther's hips began rhythmic movements, small ones at first, but
once we got coordinated she started really pumping our dicks. She didn't
dare move more than a foot, lest Carl's cock fall out, so most of my 34
inches stayed inside and got properly fucked. Jake moved opposite of
Esther's' thrusts, shoving his cock in her mouth as she pulled our cocks
partway out.

Pretty soon we operated as one smooth, well-oiled machine. Esther
moaned and whimpered each time Jake pulled his cock out far enough that
she could breath, and she put her hands on his butt cheeks to help him
style his motions with her breathing. Her huge boobs flopped back and
forth, hitting Carl's legs and brushing my chin and nose as they went.
Carl was jamming his cock home, and I was doing my best to pump her
pussy.

In minutes she was getting hot. Her motions became almost panicky,
and she worked even harder. She crammed her face against Jake's crotch
and pulled with all her might against his butt, trying to get every
fraction of an inch in her mouth. I felt her abdominal and vaginal
muscles having spasms, so I knew she was nearing an orgasm.
With little warning it came over her like a tidal wave. Her hips
quit the long smooth strokes she had been making up till now, and started
making frantic short strokes twice as fast as before. One hand left
Jake's butt and found her clit. She massaged it heavily and then pulled
Jake's cock clear out of her mouth and shouted.

"GODDAM! GODDAM! GODDAM! OHH, SHIT!"

She quickly reached for Jakes' meat and forced it down her throat.
Her pelvis hammered our cocks and she sucked Jake's cock with insane
ferocity. Esther's muscles put vise-like grips on the cocks that filled
her ass, and cunt and womb. She was having a mind-blowing orgasm with
over 5 feet of cock inside of her. Jake's cock went so far down her
throat, and my cock went so far up her insides, that I'll bet there was
only a few inches between them. She was a true fuck machine.

Her motions began to slow as her orgasm faded, and then she stopped
altogether. Carl and I remained still, too, but Jake began fucking her
throat in earnest when she grabbed his balls and pulled them forward.
She gagged a couple times from his violent onslaught of her mouth, but
she never broke stride. Jake was about to cum. His breathing and
thrusting became more rapid. He took hold of Esther's short black hair
and banged his pelvic area against her face. I was actually worried that
she might get a fat lip or broken nose out of the deal, but she didn't
seem to mind his actions.

Jake's legs shivered, he bellowed out loud and the cum shot from
his balls to his cock. He pulled it out only and inch or two as his
semen coated Esther's throat and the entrance to her stomach, since his
cockhead was way past the back of her throat. His butt muscles squeezed
and his hips shook. He must have shot a dozen spurts down her throat
before he started to relax. After a few more spasms, he was done filling
her with his sperm. Esther pulled it out so she could get some air, then
took it back to the root again and made swallowing motions on his now
ultra-sensitive cock, making him jump with pleasure. She massaged his
balls until he was soft, then pulled out his cock and it flopped down,
almost hitting me in the face.

"Sorry about that, Jason," he said as he went to the couch to catch
his breath.

Esther's eyes were red and watering from holding a huge cock in her
throat for so long, and she took in huge gulps of air. She had one heck
of a workout.

"Now, it's time for you guys to fill up this cup," she said as she
looked down at me. "I hate taking you guys out of me, but I want it done
this way."

Carl pulled out of her butt, still hard as steel, and stepped back.
She straightened out her legs, which pulled almost my whole length from
her pussy. She and I held it as she worked the last inches out, and put
in softly between my legs, and I stood.

The cup she had was a 64-ounce glass beaker...more than big enough
for the loads Carl and I were about to provide.

"I coated the inside of it with 'Pam,' that cooking spray, so none
of the cum will stick to the sides when I pour it out. And here is what
it's going into."

From behind a chair she pulled out a long, clear tube attached to a
large funnel. A small valve was positioned at the end of the tube.

"These are also coated on the inside with 'Pam. I'm going to drink
all of the cum through this contraption...every last drop of it. After you
guys jack off into the beaker, I'll hold this tube in my mouth and you'll
pour the cum into the funnel. If I hold the funnel above my head it
ought to slide right on down. When I'm done I'm going to have a belly
full of cum."

"You are a nasty lady," I told her. "And I like nasty ladies."

She smiled and handed the beaker to Carl, who held it as Esther and
I got my cock into position for jerking off. As worked up as I was from
being fully inside her just minutes earlier, it didn't take long for me
to shoot my load. Esther's expert hands ravaged my monster cock, and I
did the best I could on the half that I could reach while I stood over
the beaker. My toes curled and my legs tightened up, and then the
floodgate opened. Carl and Esther managed to collect every ounce of jiz
that spewed from my bulbous cockhead. I simply closed my eyes and
simmered in pleasure as she slowly stroked and plied my member, getting
all of the residual semen from inside my huge tube.

"Outstanding, Jason! Right at 18 ounces of warm, thick, gooey
semen for me. Carl, you're next. Get that dick over here and empty
those immense balls of yours."

He obeyed and started sliding the skin up and down his foot long
cock. Esther cradled his balls, which we found out were just a little
bigger than mine. She gently, but firmly, squeezed them.

"I'm going to milk as much out of these as I can," he announced.
"You can help by squeezing them when I cum. That'll push even more out."

Three or four minutes past when Carl started to cum. A fountain of
semen shot from his dick. It poured out, like a garden hose. Esther
pushed and squeezed on his gargantuan scrotum, much to his pleasure.
When his orgasm began to subside he pinched his softening member at the
base and worked to the tip to get all the cum from inside. He tapped his
cock on the rim and the last few drops fell into the soup we had
collected.

Esther held up her prize and noted the volume.

"Holy shit! A total of 42 ounces! Carl, you are amazing! You
gave me 24 ounces yourself. Look at your balls, though. They look a lot
smaller now."

We all laughed, but I had an idea.

"Hey, Babe. If you can wait another 20 minutes or so, we can all
jerk off again and give you a real cum feast. You up for that?"
She agreed. It was actually 30 minutes, but all three of us were
able to get off one more time. We ended up with 61 ounces of jiz.
Esther was beside herself.

"Gawd, guys. I can't wait. I'm thirsty for semen. Help me out
with this, now."

She sat on the floor with her back against the couch. She stuck
the end of the tube in her mouth and closed the valve. I held the funnel
above her head, and Jake began pouring the mess into it. The 'Pam' did
its thing, all right. There was essentially no residue left in the
beaker. Just short of a half gallon of fresh cum filled the funnel, and
bubbles floated to the top as the air in the tube was replaced with the
sticky fluid.

"Here ih comf!" she mumbled because of the tube in her mouth, and
she opened the valve. She sealed her lips around the tube, and we all
watched as the level of white semen started to drop. Esther's cheeks
ballooned out with pressure and she quickly closed the valve halfway to
slow the volume of cum entering her mouth. She swallowed the mouthful in
several gulps and was able to properly handle the adjusted flow. Carl
and Jake cheered her on as she chugged our cum. We watched the level
slowly drop, and gazed at the fluid as it snaked its way down the tube
and past her lips and into her stomach, mingling with the jizm that Jake
had deposited earlier.

"I've got to rest a bit, guys," she gasped after she closed the
valve. "That's quite a bit of stuff to drink at one time. Gimme a
minute to catch my breath and let the stuff settle in my stomach."

She drank about 10 ounces already...only 51 more to go. I understood
her predicament, though. Imagine going to a convenience store, buying a
couple quart drinks, and trying to drink them all at once. Not an easy
task.

She signaled that she was ready, stuck the tube in her mouth, and
opened the valve again. The cum oozed down the tube, ounce by ounce, and
Esther gobbled it up. We could see her throat working overtime to
swallow the masses of semen. She rubbed her belly, pushing it in, trying
to make room for more of our seed. Another 15 ounces or so went into her
stomach and she stopped again.

"I'm sorry boys, but here goes."

Upon saying that she belched another one of her 'truck driver'
belches. We all looked surprised, but Esther just gave us a silly grin
and sighed in relief.

"Oh, boy. I needed that. I was getting pretty full of this
wonderful stuff. I'm not quitting till I swallow it all, though. Let's
continue now, shall we?"

"You're over halfway there, Babe. You can do it!" I encouraged.

She reinserted the tube, opened the valve and started drinking more
semen. Each gulp made a squishing noise as it found its way down to her
stomach. "Swish, gluup. Swish, gluup." For a few seconds she closed
the valve so she could get some air, but quickly opened it up for more
fresh cum. She had only 12 ounces to go, now, and she was slowing
down...but not stopping. Her swallows were smaller and slower, but her
determination wouldn't let her quit.

In order to make more room, she slid her butt away from the couch a
way, letting her stomach straighten out a bit as she stretched. She was
getting a potbelly from the load she was taking on. Both of her hands
rubbed her round abdomen now. She was crammed full! I didn't know if
she was going to be able to do it or not. With 6 ounces to go, she
stopped.

"I don't think I can do it, Jason. I'm absolutely stuffed!"

"Get up and walk around for a minute. That'll help settle your
meal and make room for more."

She took my advice. Sure enough, her stomach stuck out like Paul
Newman's in "Cool Hand Luke" after he ate all those hard-boiled eggs on a
bet.

"Hey! It makes noise!" she said with surprise.

She pressed in on it with both hands and we all could hear it
squish around.

"I'm uncomfortably full, but I love the feeling of being filled
with cum. It's a great feeling to swallow that much semen. The
sensation of the sticky goo in my mouth and throat thrills me no end.
But, I better get back to work. How much left to go?

"Six ounces." I told her.

She grinned and sat back down and got ready to drink some more.
She watched the last few ounces travel ever so slowly down the tube,
taking small gulps and forcing it into her belly. When the last drop
vanished into her mouth, she dropped the tube and swallowed. Her eyes
went half shut and her mouth drooped open, letting a small rivulet of
semen trickle from the corner of her mouth.

"Screw it!" she said about the drip. "I can't swallow one more
drop. I'll bust wide open if I do. You know, if you asked me to do this
again tomorrow...I'd say 'OK.' Isn't that stupid? This is about as
uncomfortable as I've ever felt, but I love cum so much I'd do it again.
Maybe next time, though, I'll put it all on the outside instead of
drinking it. A cumbath would be good for my complexion," she remarked
with a sly look and a wink.

She plopped down on the couch and we three guys paid homage to our
cum queen by caressing and massaging her from head to toe. I lingered on
her fat little tummy, and her hand met mine. Together we felt the soft,
plump mound made by the incredible volume of semen she had just
swallowed.

After that, it was pretty mellow in the house. Carl and Jake
relaxed for a short while, then dressed, thanked Esther for the good
time, and left. Hours later, we woke up on the couch. We put on some
nightclothes and headed to the bedroom.

We had so much fun with the guys that we had more sessions like it.
She never drank that much cum again, though. There were several
instances when we brought better than a dozen of our 'big' friends over
for cumbaths. She'd sit on a big rubber sheet and suck and stoke us
guys, and we'd shoot our loads on her. There were times when she was
literally covered with cum. I mean every square inch of her was drenched
with semen. She actually had an orgasm the first time we poured a small
bucket of jiz over her head.

She deep throated cocks, took them up the ass, and fucked some of
them silly. Cum would be oozing out of all of her holes by the end of
the evening.

But, eventually she felt that it wasn't as exciting as it used to
be. It felt wonderful, but there was something lacking...emotion. When
she was the center of a gang-bang, she had no emotional connection with
any of the men. They were merely semen suppliers that made her have
orgasms.

We talked long and hard one evening, and decided that we were going
to quit having the sex parties and concentrate only on each other. It
was a mutual decision to stop the Cytogen maintenance doses as well.
Once the effects wore, I had a 14-inch erection, and Esther's boobs were
size 38C. Her cunt shrunk, but was still be able to handle my hard-on.

We both felt real good about our decision. There were no regrets
about the experiment...it was fabulous to be that big for a while, and it
made us independently wealthy! But being more normal size we could carry
on with our life again. We could go shopping, see a movie, go swimming,
or take a walk in the park without pointing and stares.

"Besides," Esther said with a grin, "We've got a lifetime supply
of Cytogen in our lab in case we ever change our minds!"

"You really think we might try it again and get as big as we used
to be, Hon?"

"No..." she said,"...bigger."

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