Saturday morning dawns bright and early, but the rays that sneak through your blackout curtains sting your eyes and remind you of the copious amount of alcohol you tossed down the night before. Ugh, the drunk tongue, dry and swollen, desperately in need of water. Although it hurts to get up, you know you need a few ibuprofen, a bottle of water, and then four more hours of sleep, so you struggle to your feet, feeling your way to the kitchen. As you get nearer you hear someone sipping loudly and giving a surprised "Mmmmmm..." and then you remember, your friend Katie had walked you home and crashed. She always handled hangovers better than you, so you half heartedly wave and fish the pills out of the cabinet. Down they go, crack open a fresh bottle of water and gulp, savoring the irrigation of your poor tongue. You hear Katie yumming again and she asks, "What is this stuff? I thought it was a half gallon of milk, and I always drink from the carton, but it's sweet, kinda like egg nog or something." She tilts the carton back and takes another satisfying gulp and your eyes go wide.

"You can't drink that! Stop, its uhhh, its part of my medical regiment. Katie stop, seriously!" Your vision is still.a bit doubled, but you can make out Katie sitting at the table with the carton upended, chugging and finishing it with a loud "Ahhhhhhh, sorry. That was better than hair of the dog. What is this shit and where did you get it? I want more, like now." You shake your head and trudge back to bed, throwing a "Never mind. Bitch." over your shoulder. You flop down and nurse more of your water, and pick up your phone. Okay, gonna need more, hope he's home this weekend. "Had a mix up, gonna need more product." The text sends and you flop back over, face in the pillow, hoping you'll feel better when you....

"Wake up. Hey, skank, wake up." A soft hand shakes your shoulder and you notice your head feels much less heavy than before. You groan out a request for the time and Katie responds, "Its after noon, you slept hard. Anyways, get up and shower, there's a guy here. He didn't knock just came in sat down on the sofa. Said you texted him." The thought process comes a little quicker. Damn, I didn't expect him so soon, but then you notice a bit of a quiver in your fingers. Shit shit shit, withdrawls after only a day. The shower is bliss and you can can hear Katie giggling in the kitchen, no doubt talking to him. I better hurry before that slut moves in on my supply. Walking out, two towels covering hair and body, you see that she is trying to do just that. "Hey, back off bitch, mine. Mason, can you come into the bedroom while I dress. Oh, did you bring....?" The tall sandy haired man waves an empty milk carton, gallon sized this time. He smiles and strolls into your room and you see the open mouth look on Katie's face. "I'll fill you in later, but yeah it's what you think. And you might wanna look into buying bigger bras, just saying."

Back in the bedroom, the tall man, mid thirties you would guess, is slowly taking off his shirt. His back is smooth, but pock marks on the backs of his shoulders tell you it wasn't always so. He turns with a knowing smile, "Your friend drank it all didn't she? I told you, take a marker and label it in big letters. CUM. No one will risk it. At any rate, I suppose I'll be doing double duty now?" You wring your hair out and grab the dryer, "I was like out cold, how was I to know she would empty it? But yeah, you heard her out there, and she's going to get a hell of a bump up in the chest department. She will be jonesing hardcore by tonight, I'll have to ration her out." Then you start thinking about yourself as tve dryer screams to life. Will you ever be able to stop? Can you just let yourself take the shakes and the bends? Give up on what makes you feel good, not to mention the side effect of gaining breast tissue. You peek back in and Mason is already nursing himself hard, his pale loins show his above average length, but his widest attribute is the purple head that sits atop his slender vein ridden shaft. As he rises, his shaft struggles to keep the head aloft, making it seem burdensome. Below it are the real stars of the show. Never had she seen someone with balls that were literally the size of eggs outside of porn, but these weren't just for show. The sperm in them, mixed with his semen, made for an addictive concoction, that she had learned over time could plump a woman's breasts out. She had easily gained a cup size or two, but she also had more restraint than Katie. The dryer ceases and you walk out and spryly glide to your knees. Mason grips a thumb around your towel as you do, freeing you of it, but also giving you a shiver. "So for a gallon it might take a bit longer," he says as you cradle his testicles in your hands. "Twenty five to thirty minutes on average. Slow and steady for the first fifteen, then I'll guide you. Begin." You lower his cock head to your lips and sigh as the taste of precum takes the edge of almost immediately. You savor the round head and then take it deeper, working your tongue on the shaft until the head plugs the back of your throat, and then back out. "Mmmmmmmm, slow and steady." You go back down for another pull and hear him opening the carton above you. You begin wondering, how much can really he make? How long can this go on? How big can I get? Questions that would have to wait, for there was savory work to be done first.

Thanks every one for reading. It may not seem too elaborate, but I would like to explore what could happen to Mason, yourself, and possibly Katie if they throw caution to the wind. Could he enslave them, or they him? Would you experience body horror as your breasts neared unreal sizes, or would your breasts shrink without the catalyst of his cum? Would you overdose Katie until she grows beyond control and bursts? Would you like to keep it light hearted and just take enough to satisfy while bottling and selling Mason's semen on the world market? The only thing I really want to work in for certain is testicle worship. Licking, suckling, caressing, praising their size, shape, taste, etc. Other kinks could include deepthroat, titfucking, anal, preg risk, cumflation, femdom/maledom, ffM, and handjobs. Only limits are beast, poo, and pee. Please respond with your character name in the title and lets discuss what you want to do with these characters and their abnormal situation. Until next time!