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| Centimeter by centimeter he watched his cock grow thicker,
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| spreading Christa's cunt ever wider in its wake. Both of her hands came
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| down to grip the base of his cock as she looked down in disbelief. At
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| least six inches were outside of her now, and she had taken him nearly all
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| the way before. Curt opened his eyes and stared in disbelief. He was
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| growing even faster this time! His cumming continued to make him buck
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| like a bronco as his shaft grew ever more horse-like. Thicker and longer
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| -twined with huge, thick veins- his erection plowed into Christa's tight
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| bush like a dog trying to fit into a rabbit hole.
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| "Ahhh! Curt! Omigod ... you're goin' too ... far!"
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| Drastically, Curt tried to pull himself out of Christa before he
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| hurt her. Her moaning and bucking were intense and -just before he could-
| | The Church classroom is in the back and slightly larger than Turing. It is named after [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alonzo_Church Alonzo Church]. |
| he felt himself hit a massive climax. Rigid, he watched as his cock
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| rocketed upwards in size, spreading her cunt lips and making her squeal
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| half in pain, half in ecstasy. His balls pumped and churned as they lay
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| heavy on his thighs. In shock he looked at them, tangled in their mass of
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| pubic hair. Each was larger than a large grapefruit! His shaft had to be
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| at least three and a half inches across and nearly sixteen inches long!
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| The spasm began to fade, but the tingling in his balls remained. Orgasm
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| subsiding, Curt felt his body grow limp in its wake.
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| Slowly, Christa pulled off of him and slumped next to him on her
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| bed.
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| His massive rod stood up from his midsection like a bent flagpole.
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| Gobs of his cum dripped from Christa's stretched cunt as she panted for
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| breath and rubbed her delicate hands over Curt's chest. Opening her eyes,
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| she glanced at Curt's waist and shook her head slowly. "God, Curt... I
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| don't believe it." She smiled, and nuzzled the smaller man's neck -her
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| glistening breasts pressing against his chest. "Th' bigger th' better,
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| I've always said... I don't think I've Ever been this turned-on!"
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| Curt returned her smile and kissed Christa gently on the cheek.
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| He tenderly stroked her breasts, fingertips lingering on her aureoles and
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| nipples. "Yeah, but any bigger and only a Clydesdale would be able to
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| take all of me..."
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| Christa shrugged as she nestled into the size of Curt's body.
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| "Maybe," she said conspiratorially, "that wouldn't be all that bad." With
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| that cryptic remark, Christa closed her eyes and gently drifted off to an
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| erotic sleep.
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| The next few days were difficult. Even when not erect, Curt's new
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| endowments were extremely obvious. His penis hung all the way to his
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| knees and was nearly as thick as a peppermill. Still, that was the least
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| of his problems. It was possibly due to the extreme exposure his balls
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| had been given to the original formula, but they'd been growing at an even
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| faster rate than the rest of him. Each was the size of a grapefruit and
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| always seemed to carry the tell-tale signs of that tingling sensation
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| -together they spanned nearly a foot from side-to-side in front of his
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| groin. It wasn't easy to conceal his massive endowments.
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| It also hadn't been easy to resist Christa's advancements. She
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| was so turned on by his recent growth, he wasn't sure she would ever stop
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| making him bigger. She'd offered to tit-fuck him if he ever got too big,
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| and to masturbate him if it went much further beyond that. Curt had to
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| admit, it was extremely tempting... But until he knew he could reverse
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| the formula, he didn't dare give himself over to that temptation...
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| Not when the last growth spurt had so radically increased his
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| size, and the tingle still hadn't gone away...!
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| Mostly, he got by during the next week by wearing no pants around
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| his dorm room, but squeezing into a pair of Zubas whenever he had a class.
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| Still, he got stares and more than a few proposals from some of the
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| prettier women (and a few of the guys) in BioChem lab. Still, he'd almost
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| had to cash in on a few of those "favors" to get help swiping the
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| necessary compounds from the storage locker. Luckily, with his standing
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| in class, it was easy to stay late "working" on a project and being
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| allowed to "lock-up" after himself.
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| Now, after about a week, he thought he may have the solution.
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| The first chemical seemed to be stimulated by sexual arousal and
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| semen production. In other words, the more he came, the bigger he got.
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| Curt also thought that he may get bigger if his cock was in direct contact
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| with a woman's vaginal juices. Why that would be the case was still a
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| mystery to him ... in addition to the twin questions of where the extra
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| mass had come from so quickly and why he could still get 16" erections as
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| easily as 3 inches... Technically, the blood requirements would be too
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| high, and he should've been getting light-headed.
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| His cursory examination of himself showed a development of muscle
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| and ligament tissue along the length of his shaft, and that could account
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| for his amazing erections, but he couldn't confirm it. Nonetheless, he
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| thought as he looked at the light blue liquid, this seemed to be
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| appropriate to reverse whatever effects had been caused by the original
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| fluid. Christa wouldn't be happy, but he had to think of living a normal
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| life rather than a horse-like stud! Still, it wouldn't hurt for one last
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| time.
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| As Curt carefully turned off the Bunsen burner and went to sleep,
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| he didn't notice the shadowed form slip in through his open window and
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| walk slowly towards his desk...
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| Curt's balls still were tingling as he carefully got out of
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| Christa's car at her parent's cabin on Lake Hutton. The sky was clear and
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| the deeper blue that comes with Evening in Northern Minnesota; the
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| reflection of the sun off the narrow stream that bubbled down the hill
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| next to the cabin into the lake was enchanting. Christa was still
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| somewhat down since he'd told her that he had developed the reverse
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| formula and would use it after they had made out this last time. As she
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| had said, she really liked men who were freakishly large...
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| Curt had just smiled past the word "freakishly" and let it go at
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| that.
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| Christa opened the door to the family "hunting lodge" and set down
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| the bag of groceries on the counter nearby. The place was huge. Curt let
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| out a low whistle of breath as he surveyed the scene. At least ten
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| trestle tables filled the room beyond the small kitchen in a grand hall
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| that reminded him of Beowulf's "Herot". A small balcony ran around the
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| room about a story overhead and numerous small doors led off from the main
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| hall into the private bedrooms that filled this place. Christa hadn't
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| been kidding when she'd told him her father had liked to hunt with a "few"
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| friends every autumn.
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| The fact that this hunting lodge could house at least thirty men
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| and their equipment was something she hadn't mentioned. Nearby, a wooden
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| sign declared the room rates for the weekend during hunting season.
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| Apparently, her father also made a tidy sum on the place too...
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| Christa smiled as she pulled out the jar of blue liquid that Curt
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| had brought from his dorm room. It was more than twelve times what he
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| needed, but it wasn't as concentrated as the original formula. He'd just
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| have to keep adding it until he got it right. Christa shook her head.
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| "Y'know, guys all over the country would kill to have your problem;
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| and you're going to give it all up..."
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| Curt shook his head with a crooked grin. "Well, if I get any
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| bigger, I'll start having problems walking. The idea of being hung like
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| the Eifel Tower may interest me, but not until I can get things under
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| control!" He chuckled and started bringing in the suitcases from the
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| porch. Christa simply grinned as she watched him work and the mass of his
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| groin shift around in his pants.
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| Curt finished putting the suitcases in one bedroom and turned to
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| join Christa back in the kitchen. She stood not far from him with her
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| back to the broad double-doors. Curt started feeling nervous again.
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| Sheesh! She was insatiable! Slowly, she pulled off her sweater revealing
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| her massive, heavy assets. Slowly, she swung the doors shut behind her
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| and sauntered towards Curt. Running her fingers along the side of his
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| neck, she gently pushed him backwards towards the bed.
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| "Christa..."
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| She shushed him with a single finger and kissed him lightly on the
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| lips. "Shhh... If we're gonna make the most of this weekend, we're
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| starting now..."
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| Slowly, Christa pushed him down, lay provocatively on top of
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| Curt's body, and rested her ample breasts in his hands. Curt happily
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| stroked and fondled them as Christa gently massaged Curt's 16-incher
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| through the material of his jeans. Curt drew three rapid, deep breaths of
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| shuddering pleasure as Christa's talented fingers probed his
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| grapefruit-sized balls. As she bent her face down to plant her lips on
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| his, she deftly undid his button-fly Zubas and pulled down his underwear.
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| At first, his massive organ got caught in the elastic binder,
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| making him wince slightly. Christa smiled at his expression and pulled
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| back from his eager hands to watch what she was doing more carefully.
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| Gently, she licked his engorged knob and pulled his pants off the rest of
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| his legs. More quickly then, she removed his shirt and the rest of her
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| own clothing so the two rested naked on the king-sized bed. Curt's
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| enormous flagpole stood at attention to Christa's ministrations as she
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| licked his knob and repeatedly squeezed his semen-heavy balls. The
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| tingle, which had been there constantly since the last time they made out,
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| started to increase even more.
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| Slowly though, Christa pulled her mouth away from his cock and
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| slowly rubbed it down her naked chest, between her breasts and gradually
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| across her flat, tight belly. Rising to her knees, she slowly lowered
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| herself down around the monster organ with a look of ecstatic glee on her
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| face. Curt couldn't say anything. It felt too good. He just hoped she'd
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| be able to handle what he became next...
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| Grinding slowly against her cunt, Curt watched as she devoured
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| inch after inch of his manhood. Five inches; then seven. Finally ten,
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| eleven and twelve. Curt could feel the round end of his prick start
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| bouncing against the inner wall of Christa's cervix, as she took in all
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| she could length-wise. Lowering her hands to the six inches remaining
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| outside, she stroked his erection as she fucked the upper foot. Still the
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| tingling grew.
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| With a deep moan, Curt could feel the spunk churning in his balls.
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| "Watch ... watch out ... Christa. <pant> Here ... here <grunt!> I ...
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| cum...!" The pressure exploded inside him and spread along his shaft with
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| lighting unlike any in the previous experiences. Curt watched as his rod
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| began to grow again. And grow...
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| And Grow...
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| And GROW...
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| Inch by inch, his erection grew longer and thicker. He could
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| scarcely believe it. He watched as his once-small penis broke all
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| boundaries. Past eighteen inches ... past twenty... Curt's balls bucked
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| and pumped their contents into Christa's vagina with a force like a garden
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| hose. Spurts of semen squirted from around his embedded cock as it grew
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| wider and thicker; stretching Christa's cunt ever further. Christa wasn't
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| getting off... She stayed glued to his boner, riding it like a horse and
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| crying out in ecstasy as she was expanded beyond belief.
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| Twenty-two inches passed and twenty-four neared as Christa was
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| forced halfway to her feet by the rapid progression. Curt's cock, now at
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| least four inches across continued to expand. Curt gasped as his gaze
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| settled farther down. His balls were enormous.
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| The two large sacks bounced and jiggled like bowling-ball sized
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| water balloons! More and more cum leaked from Christa's orifice as she
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| rode and bucked with Curt's hips. Finally, with a look of pain -or
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| perhaps resignation at attempting the impossible- Christa pushed with all
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| her strength against the bed and pulled her cunt off Curt's expanding
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| member. Cum spurted up her body, across her tits and drenching her hair.
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| Still growing, Curt watched with awe as his balls and rod expanded well
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| into the stallion range of size. Another minute passed and slowly, ever
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| so slowly, Curt felt the pressure ease and the tingle return to its
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| normal, background level.
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| Weary and panting, Curt closed his eyes and lay back on the bed.
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| He could feel his still-stiff pole waving in the gentle breeze of the
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| air-conditioning. Absently, he felt Christa touch his rod softly. He
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| opened his eyes to watch her gently measure along his length and then his
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| balls. She was covered in sweat, cum and excitement. She looked more
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| turned-on than Curt thought a person could look.
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| She glanced up triumphantly. "My God Curt! You've broken all the
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| records! Twenty-six inches long ... twenty-six, Curt! Your balls are as
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| big as basketballs and your width is," she measured quickly across his
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| still engorged knob, "six inches across!" She glanced down at the base of
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| his rod and smiled. "An' that's only the tip ... you're at least a good
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| two inches thicker at the base!" Wiping a handful of cum off her face,
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| Christa proceeded to slowly slurp it up. "You always make the best
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| dinners," she said coyly.
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| Curt sat up as his cock deflated and started to hand heavily
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| across his lap. It took a full two minutes for the erection to go down.
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| Gingerly, so as not to knock his giant's balls against his knees, his
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| swung his feet over the bedside. His dick must've weighed close to
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| fifteen pounds! Swinging it over the edge, he could feel it pull heavily
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| against his midsection and his balls knock together enticingly. Curt
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| winced as the tingle got momentarily stronger. He could almost feel
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| himself start to rise to attention again. Gritting his teeth and forcing
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| himself to remain un-aroused, Curt patted Christa's shoulder. "Look ...
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| it's getting tough to resist more sex. Can you get the formula in here
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| now?"
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| Broken from her size-induced revelry in Curt's cum, Christa looked
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| momentarily distracted and crestfallen. Then, with a slow, weary nod of
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| her head, she walked out of the room to return after a minute with Curt's
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| mason-jar-sized beaker. "Well," he said as he dipped a corner of the bed
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| sheet into the mixture, "say 'goodbye' to 'junior'..." With that, he began
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| dabbing the blue liquid over his penis and testicles. It didn't seem to
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| be drying right away, like the first formula, but it did stain his skin
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| similarly. After several minutes of generous application, Curt lay back
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| on the bed and waited.
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| And waited.
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| And Waited...
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| An hour passed with no effect. The tingle was still there. A
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| cold chill descended on his heart as he began to suspect that his work had
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| failed like last time...
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| 'Like last time...' The thought raced through his head. Christa
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| was lying next to him gently rubbing his back. "Christa..." She looked up
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| into his eyes slowly.
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| Curt cleared his throat. "Christa; last time I created this
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| formula, it needed stimulation to work ... this time may be the same."
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| Christa nodded, a small smile growing on her face as she realized where
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| this was heading. "I also used a concentrated version. I want to know if
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| you'd like to give me a little ... hand here."
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| Christa's smile broadened as she nodded assent. She moved to a
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| position straddling Curt's chest and planted both her arms above his
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| shoulders. "Sure ... but this time," she made a rapid motion behind his
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| field of vision, "we do it my way." In a second, a loose strap had been
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| looped around each of Curt's wrists, pinning his arms in place above his
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| head, attached to the headboard. Quickly (and accidentally stepping on
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| one of Curt's balls in the process), she likewise snared his feet and tied
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| them in place.
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| "Christa? What're you..."
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| "Hold on Curt!" she interrupted. "Let me try this... Do you agree
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| to let me pump you off until you shrink down to a more manageable size?"
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| Curt's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what Christa was
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| getting at. After all, it was obvious that was what he had just asked
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| her. Slowly, he answered, "yes..." She smiled triumphantly.
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| "Just remember you said that..." And she started to lick and pump
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| him back to a full erection. Curt moaned in pleasure, and watched her as
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| she went. It took two hands, but after a few minutes, she stopped and
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| left the room. A minute later, she returned with a massive, six-foot tall
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| foam-rubber cylinder attached to a pulley and some rope. Still smiling,
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| she looped the pulley up and over the ceiling beam that crossed the room
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| twelve feet overhead. Then, she tied the ropes -around the bed frame
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| beneath him- to Curt's hips. Finally, she pulled the suspended cylinder
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| down and slid it over Curt's erection. Fastening hit around his hips as
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| well. The whole system was tight.
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| With a smile and gentle pull on the tube, she said "Let the games
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| begin..."
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| The tube descended along Curt's shaft, erotically caressing its
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| entire length like a giant cunt. Hell, Curt thought, I've even got room
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| to spare! As he automatically pumped his hips against the sensuous
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| pressure, the tube moved in response, pumping him even more. Between his
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| legs, Christa fondled and licked his balls. The tingle began to increase,
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| as he neared orgasm. Forcing his head to watch, should he lock in ecstasy
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| again, Curt glanced at his glans to see the reduction take place.
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| It didn't. Instead, he began to grow again. Inwardly, he
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| screamed denial as the erotic sensations clouded his mind and sent it
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| spiraling to new heights of ecstasy. Now, his erection truly resembled a
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| horse-sized schlong. Even bigger. As he pumped and came, he watched the
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| base thicken across his midsection, soon reaching a diameter of at least
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| ten inches. He could feel by the rubbing against the inside of the tube
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| that his cock was at least a foot longer. Christa laughed in delight.
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| Curt's balls had expanded to beach-ball size. There was no way he could
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| walk now ... not at least without a wheelbarrow to carry his dick around
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| in. Far above at the top of the tube, he could see a garbage bag billow
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| out from the top, collecting the cum that had shot up that far.
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| The harness kept pumping.
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| "Christa ... take it off; it's not working!"
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| "Oh it's working all-right," she responded, indicating the pulley
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| and rope.
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| "That's not what I mean!" Curt gasped as his own automatic bucking
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| drove the pump harder along his enlarged member. "The formula ... it
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| didn't work!"
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| Christa smiled. "Sure; it probably does... But I switched it the
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| other night..."
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| Curt's eyes widened, as much in ecstasy as shock. "What?!!! You
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| replaced it? <gasp> With what?"
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| Christa shrugged. "Oil, water and food dye... I've got the real
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| formula in the next room."
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| Curt clenched his eyes shut as another shudder ran though him. As
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| confused, betrayed and angered as he was with Christa, the sensations of
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| erotic pleasure, began to overwhelm his mind. Dully, he began to enjoy
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| the helpless growth... Christa walked up to where he lay, gyrating on the
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| bed and gently lowered her breasts over his face. Tentatively, Curt's
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| tongue wandered over her lush surface, searching out the sweat and salt on
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| her skin. Smiling, she gradually pulled backwards and grabbed her
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| sweater.
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| Curt looked at her confused. "Christa...?"
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| With a shrug, she pulled her clothing on and walked to the
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| double-doors. "Just gotta few errands to run, Curt... I'll be back." She
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| paused and looked back through the door as she left. "After you've had a
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| little time to grow on me..." With that, she shut the door and left.
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| Curt felt the tingle grow as he started to cum again.
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| And again... And again... And again... And again...
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| Christa opened the door to her father's hunting lodge with a light
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| feeling in her heart. She'd taken her time shopping for the groceries
| |
| they'd need this weekend, but then she'd also taken great delight in
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| imagining how big Curt would get in her absence. From the kitchen, she
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| could hear him still grunting and moaning in the master bedroom. Smiling,
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| she put the groceries away and pulled off her clothes. Sultrily, she
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| walked towards the door.
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| And stepped in cum.
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| Surprised, she looked down at the eight-foot diameter puddle that
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| oozed from under the door. Holy shit, she thought, how far had he gone?
| |
| 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
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| the room was about six inches deep and still warm. Curt had really grown.
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| The foam rubber tube was stretched thicker and longer by an amount
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| even Christa hadn't expected. The pulley's still worked, but very
| |
| slightly ... Curt's hips couldn't lift up against his five-foot diameter
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| testicles enough to provide much pull to the pulleys. His cock, massive
| |
| 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
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| massive erection, still pulsing with his last ejaculation. Little Curt
| |
| was barely visible beyond the monster that had become his genitalia. Like
| |
| a tiny bug on a much larger animal, Curt looked sweaty, tired and ...
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| aroused.
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| 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
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| his penis. "Long line at Rainbow?"
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| | |
| Christa smiled and bent forward to lick the cum from his chest,
| |
| face and hair. The large plastic bag she'd put over the top of the tube
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| had long since ruptured spraying its contents over the room. His semen
| |
| was still warm and delicious. She wrapped her arms around his body and
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| undid the straps. Slowly, she removed the equipment and peeled the last
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| remains of the foam-rubber tube from his pulsing member. God, was it
| |
| huge!
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| | |
| With trepidation, she pulled it down and gave it a tiny lick on
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| the underside of it's head. Slowly, she rubbed up and down the length of
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| his shaft, reveling in the warm feel of the smooth flesh and warm cum
| |
| glistening on its broad surface. She turned to Curt, "well, I got my
| |
| wish... Wait here..." With that, she left the room.
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| | |
| Curt raised an eyebrow. "Where would I go?"
| |
| | |
| A second later she returned. Curt could hear her enter, but
| |
| couldn't see past his own softening erection. After cumming six times in
| |
| the last two hours, he was still horny ... it was strange but oddly
| |
| pleasurable. Vaguely, he wondered if he'd ever be un-horny again.
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| | |
| Christa walked into his view holding his jar. With a smile she
| |
| shrugged, "I guess you've earned this..." Slowly, she moved to start
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| dabbing it on his erection.
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| | |
| "Wait."
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| Surprised, Christa looked up.
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| Curt smiled half-crooked. "I thought we had several days up here
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| ... no reason to go so fast..." Christa looked at Curt, clearly surprised.
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| He laughed at her expression. "Well, what did you expect? I thought you
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| wanted to see how big I could get? Let's see what this baby can do..."
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| Christa smiled slowly and put the jar down on the floor. Making
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| sure that the bed had rollers she opened the double doors to the main
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| hall. They'd need plenty of room for what she had in mind...
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| Curt dropped the steaming spaghetti noodles into the strainer and
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| ran water over them to wash off the excess starch. With flair, he flopped
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| the whole, steaming mass into a serving dish and brought it over to the
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| table in the middle of his small dorm room. The neighbors might complain
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| about the smell of cooking Italian food, but he didn't really care.
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| His over-sized Zubas still took some getting used to, as did the
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| huge three-footer tucked away beneath them. With balls the size of
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| volleyballs it was difficult to hide what he'd become, but he'd have to
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| learn to live with it. Christa watched him walk with amusement and a
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| seductive gleam in her eye. Now that he was guaranteeably bigger than
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| anything on two legs, she was always in the mood.
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| It was three weeks later.
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| Smiling he took their antipasto salads from his soda-fridge and
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| served their dinner. It had taken the whole jar, and twelve ejaculations
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| to undo what had been done to him, and even then he was stuck at this
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| impossible size. Still, it could've been worse...
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| This was the first time they'd been able to get alone together in
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| weeks; both of their studies for fall finals had been hell. Now they had
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| the whole three weeks of Christmas break to spend together indulging their
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| every, carnal desire.
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| "You ready for this break?" asked Christa through a mouthful of
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| salad.
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| Curt nodded and started spooning up the noodles and sauce on her
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| plate. "Yeah, bio-chem was a real bear ... I'll be glad to take a break
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| for a few weeks..."
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| Christa paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "No, you don't
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| understand ... are you really ready?"
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| Curt put down the spoons he'd been using and crossed his arms.
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| "We discussed this, no more size games with my prick ... I'm lucky it
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| reduced to the size it did! Understand?"
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| "O.K. ... o.k. ... Can't blame a girl for trying, can ya?"
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| Curt chuckled, knowing her, she 'tried' every six minutes. "No
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| ... I suppose I can't..."
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| Christa stabbed another bit of the antipasto and smiled. "This is
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| really good, Curt. You learn this recipe at home?"
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| "Oh no ... Betty Crocker is good enough teacher for me." He paused
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| to sip from his Coke. "Still, I did make the vinaigrette myself..."
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| "Really?" She munched another mouthful, enjoying the play of
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| flavors and spices. "It's really good ... 's gotta 'tang' to it that I
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| don't recognize."
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| Curt smiled slowly. "Oh, that's the special ingredient..." Again
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| he sipped from his Coke, satisfied. Then, sitting back, he began watching
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| Christa's chest...
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