"Sooooo, how do you think the project went?"
"Ehh, could've been better. My Tutor basically forced me into a perspective piece using a traditional medium. Says it's to help my grasp of "fundamentals". Not like most drawing software doesn't have perspective tools by default anyway..."
"Well, he may have a point. Gotta learn how to do it properly before you cheat."
"Oh like you're any better! Tell me, in your classical composition, how much of that horn section was you playing, or the computer generating the sounds for you?"
Sam couldn't help but burst into laughter, "That's a completely different thing! I've spent the last month figuring out the sound mixing, learning how to play the trombone was not the point! You, my friend, just want to be lazy."
Jayden could only grunt his response to this. The last few months of university had been grinding away at him. Nothing but criticism and no acknowledgement of how his skills as an artist had grown, now he was sitting in the student cafe with one of his oldest friends waiting for the clock to tick down until he could go and collect his graded portfolio.
"I have no idea why this semester had such a focus on traditional art anyway, I've spent the last 7 years learning traditional art, I was hoping that University would be the time where I actually get to do what I wanted to do."
"I dunno man, I wouldn't exactly call the art we were doing in the last year of high school traditional." Sam smirked over the lip of her coffee cup, "just because the Greeks loved painting cocks onto everything doesn't mean when you do it you get to call it "classical studies"."
Jayden rolled his eyes, sometimes he regretted filling Sam in on his secret money making methods, but was grateful that she hadn't immediately gone out telling everyone she knew that Jayden paid a substantial amount of his bills by drawing porn for a relatively wide audience of degenerates on the internet. His social circles were small enough as it was, especially compared to Sam's. He wasn't sure his reputation could take it, and he knew he'd never live it down if his parents ever found out.
Sam had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, back when she used to be cute little Samantha, with curly auburn locks and braces. Just over 8 years later and little Samantha had turned into Sam, the big hearted, broad shouldered tomboy, who for some reason Jayden was yet to fathom, had decided to stick around with him even to this day. She'd grown up to be tall, attractive, funny and well built in all the places that it mattered, and yet here she was sat with him wearing her too-large camo patterned army jacket and obscure metal band t-shirt that did to flatter her figure that Jayden knew she was hiding.
Jayden had harboured a secret crush on Sam for years, but was much too terrified to actually do anything about it. Instead he'd buried those feelings down for fear of somehow ruining their friendship should anything ever go wrong. Sam was the one person he actually felt he could be open with, and he wasn't about to go and jeopardise that.
He set his own hot chocolate down on the table and looked around the cafe. The entire building was filled with nervous students waiting to receive their graded work. Some sat with the telltale nervous jitters, while others sat in a state of serene calm with a sour, pungent odour clinging to their clothes. Jayden for one was doing his absolute best not to vibrate out of his chair, while Sam was either so supremely confident that her work would get top marks, or she was well practised enough to hide the weed stench.
Jayden's phone buzzed on the table next to his laptop. Multiple heads around the cafe all turned in his direction, even Sam was craning her neck to see the notification. As all the other disappointed heads turned back to whatever it was they were doing, Jayden opened the message. It was his turn now.
-- -- --
Sam hadn't said anything as he stood up, just patted his shoulder as he passed. He'd walked in a daze across the lobby, through the hallways and up the elevator until he arrived at the top floor or the squat building that housed the lecture halls. Small offices lined the hallway, and A4 pages had been taped onto the outside of each one, bearing the name of whichever tutor sat inside.
Jayden passed several other students, all in various levels of disassociation. He could feel his own heart pounding inside of his chest as he came up to the end of the hall. The note on the door read "Paul Winton - Fine Art". Jayden swallowed down his nerves in a gulp, and knocked on the door.
-- -- --
Jayden practically flopped through his front door, dumping his enormous portfolio in the hall and making straight for his bedroom. Not even bothering to flip the lights, he collapsed onto his bed, and took comfort in the familiarity. He clutched the plastic wallet that held his paperwork tight. He hadn't let it go since leaving the meeting, feeling that letting go would mean it was over, and he had to move on from what he'd heard.
He'd passed, but barely. His ego was but a few cracks away from shattering and he was fairly certain his heart hadn't gone lower than 100 bpm since leaving the office. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and after a few moments of trying to grab it over his own back with his left hand, he reluctantly let go of the file and pried it from his pocket with his right. He answered the call, and numbly pressed the phone to his ear.
"Mmmmuh" was the best he could mumble out with his face pressed firmly into the bed sheets.
"That bad huh?" came Sam's voice.
"Mmmhhmmm."
"C'mon, it can't be that bad! If it was, I was pretty sure I'd have found you standing by the canal throwing away your sketchbooks."
An awkward silence stretched between them for a few moments longer than it ought to have, until Sam awkwardly conceded, "Okay fine it was the first place I checked. Look, why don't you come over here, we can get pizza and play some video games."
Jayden rolled onto his back to clear his mouth, "I take it that means you got good enough grades that you don't need to wallow in your own self pity?"
"Well, that could have something to do with it. C'mon, Lewis is here as well, it'll be fun."
"Nah, you should go celebrate, don't need me bringing you down. Plus, if I wanted to sit in second hand weed smoke and have your brother make passes at me it's not exactly like I need a special occasion just for that. I'd just call that a regular Wednesday."
"It's not his fault you've got a cute butt, Jay."
"Curse my alluring backside." Jayden grumbled.
"There you go! Just focus on the positives! Sure your grades might not be where you want them, but at least you've got an ass that makes most of the rest of the campus jealous, and a small community of online freaks that pay you to draw genitals larger than should be reasonable."
"I know you're just saying this to cheer me up, but thanks."
"I am many things, but a liar is not one of them."
"That's true, you are an awful liar."
"Can't be great at everything I'm afraid. Anyway I'm going to leave you to your moping so I can find my nicest jacket and trashiest dress. Going to see what I manage to bring home with me. Catch you Friday morning?"
"Sure. Have fun."
"Always!" she cheered, and hung up.
Jayden let his arm fall back down to his side and stared up at his ceiling. Sam had a weird way of making him feel better about himself. It was true that even though his tutors and professors did basically nothing but criticise and degrade his art, he got nothing but positive feedback from his online followers. Well, positive feedback and the occasional death threat, but he'd been on the internet long enough to have saved himself a bank of memes to send back in response to stop himself from spiralling.
With a groan, Jayden pushed himself up from the bed. It had been a long day, and carrying his heavy portfolio all the way back to his apartment building and up the 7 flights of stairs had been enough for him to break out into a sweat. Being a computer bound fetish artist meant sacrificing certain things, and one of those was any sort of motivation to get himself to the gym. Sam had been trying to convince him to come along with her, but the thought of seeing her in a tank top or gym shorts had made that decision for Jayden. It was far too risky.
He turned on the shower and began to undress himself, ready to end his day in a baggy t-shirt and oversized pyjama pants, the perfect end to a shitty day. He stepped into the spray and tilted his head, letting the arrhythmic pattering of the shower water wash away his anxiety ridden thoughts and ease him into a calmer mind. He lazily let his head tilt over towards his mirror, and caught sight of himself in the misted up reflection.
He'd always been a little bit sensitive about his body. While he wasn't fat by any means, he knew he had a definite amount of chub in certain places. Sam had consistently insisted that he was cute, standing a little under 5' 4" with a slightly more feminine build than average. It was like Sam and Jayden had swapped their expected proportions, her being nearly a full head taller than him, and his eyes being perfect nip height. Not that he'd considered that fact already. Definitely not.
The one thing Jayden couldn't deny was his ass. His accursed, round perfect ass. Like almost every other compliment he'd ever been paid, Jayden had staunchly waved it away. It wasn't until Sam pinned him down and her brother Lewis had bust out the tape measure only to inform him that he had hips somewhere reaching into the low 40 inches that he finally conceded. He had a glorious ass.
He rationalised that it was only fair, the rest of him was so indistinct that it was only right that at least one part of him developed to make up for what the rest of his body lacked. His flat chest and stomach, slightly pudgy thighs and almost complete lack of musculature. Clearly, his ass was sapping every ounce of fat in his body. When Jayden had pointed out that if he went to the gym his ass would likely get smaller, Sam looked like she might have cried.
He ran his hands through his mousey brown hair. Okay, he liked this too. It framed his face well. Sam had helped him figure out a style that suited him a few years back, and he hadn't deviated since. He finished wiping himself down and shut off the shower, stepping out onto the cold tile of his bathroom floor and wrapping himself in a towel. He rushed from the bathroom and back to his bedroom, only stopping in the kitchen to grab snacks and his few leftover bottles of beer.
Jayden rarely ever drank, especially not socially, something about becoming that vulnerable with nothing but other drunk people around him sent Jayden's anxiety spiking, but in the comfort of his own apartment and after a stressful day he would occasionally treat himself, and today was definitely one of those days. Setting his snacks and drinks down on his computer desk, Jayden finished drying himself off before flopping down onto his bed.
The rustling of the plastic wallet caught his attention, and his heart pounded in his chest again. He reached over and tipped up the folder, letting his sleek hard drive fall onto his bed. As he reached over however, he felt something else inside the folder. Pinched between his formal grade report and the sheaf of paper that constituted his tutors extensive notes was a small black memory stick.
Jayden scoured his memory for if he had ever seen it before, but as he slipped the small device onto his palm, he became certain that he'd never seen it before. He flipped the memory stick over and saw on the back that three letters had been etched into the metal casing.
M P C
Nope, still no idea what it could mean. But it had come with his grades, so maybe it was just a method for his zealous tutors to hand out digitised results. Seemed wasteful in Jayden's opinion, but it was almost typical of his tutors to not want to trust anything to an email that could get lost, particularly his Fine Art tutor. Jay was pretty sure his tutor's laptop was at least half as old as he was.
He dumped himself in front of his computer and powered it on, the blinding light of his monitors shocking him into sudden consciousness. Through squinted eyes, Jayden had to reach over and flick on his lightswitch to stop the incandescence from his monitors from searing his eyes any worse. His inbox flashed up in front of him, bursting at the seams with messages asking him for trades or free art that he just couldn't be bothered to sift through. If anyone really was interested in commissioning him they knew how to contact him properly.
He closed down the inbox and eyed up the small memory stick that was sitting on his desk. More than anything he was curious. Was it really just his grades, parcelled again so they could deliver him another gut punch in the safety of his own home? Or was it dropped in there by mistake?
Maybe it wasn't even his work, maybe it was another student's coursework accidentally dropped in with his hard drive after it'd been submitted. On one hand, maybe it would just be best to leave it well alone, and hand it back into the office once he was back in the halls tomorrow. But on the other hand...
Well, that other hand had just slotted the USB drive into his computer tower.
He needed to know. The anticipation of waiting for his grades earlier had already done enough damage and he wasn't sure he could take the mystery of the curious USB drive on top of that as well. His computer chimed as the device was accepted, and Jayden opened up his file browser, his eyes locked unblinkingly on his monitor.
Opening up the drive did nothing to satiate his curiosity, in fact it just left Jayden with more questions. The entire drive was filled with files with nonsensical names. Folders and files spelled with characters from alphabets all over the globe, and several symbols that Jayden didn't even recognise. He even swore he saw some hieroglyphs in there!
Jayden delved deeper, snooping through every folder for maybe some kind of answer to who this drive belonged to, but no matter how he pried into each file he could find no answers. Nothing was responding, and even his PC was beginning to grind in response. Each time he tried to look at file properties his computer would simply sound its error notification and leave it at that.
He backed out, becoming increasingly concerned that this drive was more than likely installing any number of viruses onto his computer. Perhaps another insidious plot by his tutors to get him to drop out by wiping out his PC, but as he reached the root of the folder, his PC refused to respond any further.
"Shit!"
It was locked up completely. He couldn't close the window, couldn't tab over to something else, and even his task manager refused to respond. Jayden panicked and began to click wildly, searching his way through every file that was available to him, desperate not to lose everything on his computer. It was his one life line, his only source of income and had so many years of work that he swore he was going to get around to backing up one day.
He clicked everything he could.
At the bottom of the folder, he clicked one small file.
InitMPC.exe.
The window closed. Jayden's hands flew away from his mouse and keyboard, afraid that with one more touch his entire computer might burst into flames if he wasn't incredibly careful.
Before he could even think of laying his hands back on the controls, several black text boxes appeared and disappeared in rapid succession. White and green lines of text scrolled over each one faster than he could ever hope to read, each line he could focus on revealing more and more nonsensical text, written in languages he'd never seen before. And then almost as soon as it had started the screen went blank, his desktop background art staring back at him.
Jayden leaned in close, awful anticipation mixing with his dread over what could have happened to his PC. As he reached over to his mouse, his screen illuminated a dazzling white. Even in his well lit room the light was blinding. Incredibly blinding. In fact, no matter how far away he got from it, the light -
-- -- --
One of the first thoughts to cross Jayden's mind as he slowly roused to consciousness was how badly he needed to clean his carpet. Loose hairs and crumbs from pizzas long gone stuck to the side of his drool sodden cheeks. The second was how he'd gotten on the floor in the first place, the last thing he remembered was...
"SHITH" he cursed through a half carpet blocked mouth. Pushing himself to his knees so he could see over his desk, he prepared himself for the worst.
But he needn't have bothered. His PC sat there idling away, the bottom right corner of his screen piling up with notifications, and his second monitor avidly informing him of the newest Steam sales. Jayden slowly clambered his way back into his askew chair, relief battling it out with confusion in his chest. Notifications pinged away, vying for his attention, but none could pull him away from the window sat in the centre of his main monitor.
Each of the files had changes, each one now reading in plain English, or rather almost plain. The init file had disappeared from the list, instead replaced with a whole list of other executables that Jayden decided were best left investigated in the future, preferably once he'd vacuumed his carpet.
With more caution this time, Jayden began snooping through the files. Despite being written in English now, each one of the titles may as well have been written in an alien language for all the good it did for his understanding, until he entered the users folder. Confusion, horror, curiosity, Jayden had felt them all multiple times over the course of the evening, but this was perhaps the peak.
A single folder read "Jayden_Properties".
He should close it down. Tear the USB from his PC and drop it from the roof of his apartment building and never mention it to anyone, not that they'd ever believe him at this point. Best case scenario was to make a creepypasta out of it to gain some moderate internet clout and then coast on that for the next few months.
The folder contained more folders: "HighLevelFunctions", "BaseParameters", "SpinalConfiguration", "AutonomicNervousFunctionality". The list went on and on, human functions being described like a computer program. Most of it went over Jayden's head, programming had always seemed more like magic to him than any kind of science. Not that he was particularly good at science either.
He tried to click into the HighLevelFuctions folder, but was met by an error. "Folder permissions denied, contact system administrator."
"What the fuck..." Jayden muttered.
Each folder he tried gave the same result, each one telling him to "contact system administrator", whoever that was. None of them would bear fruit, each one blocking him from delving any further. As he slowly nursed his second beer, Jayden was prepared to give up and call it a night until he noticed something. At the bottom of the list, were a handful of loose files. Determined to figure something out about this damn USB, Jayden clicked into one called "BaseStatModifiers".
For once, something that didn't look like total gibberish was presented in front of him, 'total' being the operative word. Oddly, the file had also decided to open in Notepad of all things, but it seemed fairly straight forward. Some of the words here he'd definitely seen before, but had no idea what they meant. For instance one of the lines read "PituitaryProduction : 0.7" and while he was sure he'd heard that word somewhere before, fuck if he knew what it meant. It was while scrolling past "SeratoninProduction" something clicked in Jayden's head.
And that was the fact that...
This was probably just someone from the Game Dev department's end of semester project!
Things started piecing themselves together in Jayden's addled mind. The program probably just picked up his name from his PC somewhere! It was concerning that it had just scraped his data like that, but so long as Jayden deleted it all once he'd satisfied his curiosity there was no harm done. At any rate, what else could it be?
He kept scrolling a while longer, trying to figure out what other properties this file was meant to control, science-y terms were being thrown around, almost all of which made Josh's eyes want to glaze over. As he slowly crept towards the end of the file, his attention now being drawn between it and his various social media platforms all vying for his focus, something in the file caught his eye.
He almost thought it was a trick, or something from one of the various horny tweets he was idly scrolling through, but no, there they were. He almost choked on his lacklustre beer as he double and triple checked what they said, and struggled to contain himself reading over them.
SpermProduction : 0.8,
SemenProduction : 1.1
For a moment Jayden sat there just looking at them. He'd figured by now that these tags were supposed to represent bodily functions, after vaguely googling a handful of the terms. He wasn't sure why someone from the Game Dev course would want to break down every bodily function of a human, but had just assumed it was some ambitious simulator or something, but including values to control how much cum someone made seemed so ridiculous he couldn't help but break out laughing.
Deep inside him, something stirred. Jayden had done plenty of degenerate commissions in his time, but over the years he'd discovered something about himself. He LOVED cum, and when he was asked to draw creatures of all varieties blasting their lovers, filling them up or, hell, even inflating them? It was like it activated something primal inside of him, like he went into a fugue state and when he awoke he'd spent 3 hours drawing the most gloopy, gorgeously rendered nut sludge.
He'd even been on a call with Sam once while he was secretly drawing, and she'd told him later that at one point he just went deathly silent and wouldn't answer any question. She'd sat on the call with him for the entire evening, and startled him once she'd heard the vaguest sound of movement. Much like most of their relationship, it was something she was never going to let him live down.
So here he sat now, mildly tipsy off about 2 bottles of pig swill beer and a blow to the head, as he changed each variable:
SpermProduction : 10.8,
SemenProduction : 11.1
Jayden snorted to himself as if he'd just told the funniest joke he'd ever come up with. Whether it was the thought of some hapless game developer trying to boot up their project and suddenly every character was slinging nut left, right and centre. Or maybe it was just something in the back of his mind, the idea of him walking into his classroom next day with his balls hanging between his legs, shocked faces all around.
He leant back in his chair, half empty beer bottle in his hand. There was one thing to be said for his short stature, it made getting drunk or even just tipsy a delightfully cheap affair. He could feel his eyes glazing over as he stared at his monitors, his comprehension failing him as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up with him. He eyed the half empty bottle of beer with resignation and disdain, and he chugged the last few remnants down in one gulp. Regret was going to hit soon, but at least he wouldn't be awake long enough to let it really set in.
He set about closing everything down, his emails and social media, and last but not least the mystery program. His curiosity well and truly diminished once the ridiculousness of what it all meant had really settled in, he closed that too.
And by force of habit, clicked "Save Changes" when the window prompted him too.
Ah well, what's the worst that could happen?
Unheard by Jayden as he wrapped himself under his covers, the small USB drive began to whir.
-- -- --
Jayden lay there with his head under the covers as it sounded like a marching band was walking circles in his head. How much had he drunk last night? He knew he was a lightweight by anyone's standards, but even he knew his limits.
Something else felt weird too, like his whole body was hot and itchy, but the thought of throwing off the covers and exposing himself to daylight weighed heavily against him. He didn't know what time it was, somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he had lectures today, ones he could barely afford to miss. But checking the time would mean drawing back the covers. It would mean acknowledging his existence beyond the contained bubble of his bed sheets.
He tossed and turned underneath the blankets, desperate to find any position that could pass for comfort, but nothing worked. It was like he could feel every brush of the sheets against his skin, or how his hair was matted to his pillow. Under the sheets, he ran his hands down his body. He wasn't sure why but the sensation felt... nice. His limber hands brushed over his nipples and it was like a lightning bolt passed through his spine. He involuntarily inhaled sharply through his nose and had to hold off on the temptation to brush them again.
His hands continued down his body, it was like all of his senses were heightened, and he could feel every touch and graze his hands made on the journey downwards. His mind was foggy, his head clogged with a feeling of tension binding his skull like no headache he had ever experienced before. Almost as if to counteract his heightened physical senses, all his mental capacities were being run at minimum to compensate. It was as if all his brain's processing power was being used just to comprehend what he was feeling.
His hands stopped at his stomach. Jayden could feel a knot in his gut, like a feeling of tension and anxiety. His eyes drifted downwards, struggling to focus them through the veil of semi-consciousness and racking headaches. Over the bulges his hands made in his blankets, Jayden could just hazily make out another, more prominent bulge.
It was odd, looking down at his prominent tent of morning wood, and feeling like he wasn't horny in the slightest, and yet there it was plain as day. He didn't always experience this waking phenomenon, and if he was being honest he knew he was far from the most well endowed person in the world, and yet here it was. Even under the quilt he could tell it was hard as a rock, as taut as a steel beam and just begging for his touch.
The knot of anxiety wound tighter as he slowly crept his right hand down further, his left balling over his flat stomach as if holding it down, trying to stop it from bursting free. It was like the closer his hand got, the looser the bands constricting his head became, but the knot in his stomach wound. In a part of Jayden's mind, the thought occurred to him that if the rest of his body was sensitive, what would his cock feel like.
This gave him pause. He watched as his hand hovered what could only now be inches away. His mind sharpened around this thought, this realisation of what could be about to happen as his brain rapidly fired trying to form the words and thoughts needed to express what he was feeling now, but it was almost too much. Where his words were failing him, Jayden felt there was only one thing left to do.
With his left hand he threw the blankets off himself, and his jaw dropped.
His cock looked angry. The skin had darkened as if most of the blood from his body was being solely collected in his crotch. In a moment's realisation it occurred to Jayden that he'd fallen asleep in his underwear, and as he quickly scanned his bed he found them crumpled by his feet, having obviously been kicked off in his sleep somehow. Then something else caught his eye.
If his cock looked angry, then his balls looked furious! His normally adequately sized package looked transformed. While his cock looked its regular average self, if only excessively hard, his balls looked visibly swollen, a red tint colouring his sack as they were stretched taut over nuts that appeared to be 3 or 4 times their regular size.
Jayden gulped, his throat almost painfully dry as his right hand continued forward. He stretched out his fingers and let his hand hover around his painfully erect shaft. His mind was firing off a million thoughts a second, none of them able to answer or properly comprehend the changes his body had undergone. And yet a substantial number of them all said the same thing.
Do it.
As delicately as he could, he wrapped his hands around his cock and lightly, ever so gently, tugged.
Jayden's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. His entire body lurched upwards as it felt like every one of his nerve endings was suddenly focused into his cock. Every other feeling in his body vanished and his mind went blank as his eyes rolled upwards. The world around him became muted, sound deadened and scents vanished as his entire body was taken over by this alien sensation. As Jayden's mind struggled to put itself back together, to return itself back to normal however, there was something it couldn't quite place. A new feeling.
It was like he was being hit by something. Multiple small somethings. He felt it on his chest, on his legs and on his upper arms. And then he felt it on his face. It was warm, but it was a feeling his brain couldn't reconcile. It needed additional information.
This time it was even more of a struggle to get his eyes to move back downwards, to focus back on his chest and onto his turgid cock. He closed his eyes, as if blocking off the light would make the movement simpler. Still he was feeling these tiny smacks, all over his body, each one of them leaving a strange, warm sensation on his skin. Once he felt like he'd managed to wrangle his eyes into position, Jayden cracked them open. In an instant, he began to comprehend. An awesome, terrible realisation that made his jaw drop open at just the wrong time.
The taste confirmed it. He felt a little ashamed at himself that it was this sense that validated what was happening to him, but it was the most solid, albeit salty, evidence that he had gotten so far. His eyes stared in daunted disbelief as he watched jet after jet of thick, ropey cum launch from the tip of his aching cock. What's worse was that his hand wouldn't stop jerking. He tried everything in his power to stop his right hand from violently masturbating himself, but it was like it had a mind of its own, and that was only making things worse.
With the violent motions of his own treacherous hand, Jayden's cum was being spread far and wide. Not only was his viscous seed splattering down on himself, but it was being flung everywhere. His bed was thoroughly soaked by now and from what he could see in his supine position, his carpet wasn't fairing much better.
Seconds rolled by, turning achingly into minutes. Jayden's entire lower half was tingling and he couldn't feel below his knees any more. Spasms rocketed through his legs and his duvet was flung gracelessly into the growing pool of spunk that was collecting around his bed. More splattered his body; by this point there was barely a solid square inch of his features that wasn't plastered in his own ball batter. His face had been peppered with splashes, and his shame only grew as he impulsively licked away what his tongue could reach.
Jayden's fate was sealed when a single errant blast flew squarely into his face, sealing his eyes shut once they were clamped against the impact. He could feel its heat radiating all over his face, and as his tongue swept out to clumsily catch what he could Jayden could only imagine what the scene must look like from the outside. His lithe body writhing as his cock spewed like a disgorging fire sprinkler, a near constant stream of cum that splattered everything in sight. Legs spasming out of control, sheets rumpled and sodden, face agog in abject bliss as jizz rained down and his tongue lapping out like a dog waiting for its next treat.
The imagery he conjured for himself wasn't too far from the truth, but it didn't help the situation. He was feeding his own arousal and his body simply would not respond. Though only minutes had passed since he had woken, Jayden felt more exhausted than he had in weeks. He was more drained than after any of the all nighters he had pulled to finish his project, and with his eyes glued shut and all concept of the passage of time leaving him far behind, Jayden's consciousness once again abandoned him.
------X------
Sound? Returning.
Sight? Blocked.
Taste? Overwhelmed.
Smell? That might have been the worst. The rest he could deal with on his own, but the smell? The smell would linger. It was working its way into the bed sheets as he sat there, and if Jayden didn't make a move soon it would be worked into the carpets forever. A constant reminder...
His arms felt heavy, like his bones had been infused with Tungsten. It took all of Jayden's meagre effort to raise his arm up and clear the gunk from his eyes. It felt disgusting, like it had congealed somehow. It was definitely cold now, which was his first clue as to how much time had passed. His next hint came from the light, which was streaming in through his window. That only happened in the late hours of the morning when it could slip through the gaps of the buildings opposite before going too high to get into his room properly. Weirdly though, the light wasn't nearly as bright as it normally was.
Ah, the blinds. He'd gotten the blinds as well. Plastered as they were to the window, shadows were being cast over his defiled room as pools of his gloopy, viscous semen clumped onto them and stuck them to the glass behind. As sullied as they were however, it did not stop Jayden from taking in the devastation he had wrought upon his room. The once deep blue carpet was covered in dark patches, with long streaks and wide patches of white clinging to the fibres in gelatinous puddles.
His bed was ruined. Never mind the sheets, the whole mattress would need replacing. He could feel the dampness as he shifted his weight, clotted goo that had suffused the fabric everywhere he wasn't lying at the time. With a backwards glance, Jayden could clearly make out the outline of where he had just been lying moments ago by the distinct lack of cum stains.
He felt like crying. There was no way his brain could adequately contemplate the ordeal his whole body had just been through, and nor could he explain why it had happened in the first place. He'd never cum like that before. Jayden knew he was average at best, but there was no way he could begin to understand how he had somehow turned into a Super Soaker and doused down his entire room with his jizz.
But nor could he deny the evidence of his own eyes, and despite the anxiety that was welling up inside of him, he simply could not deny how unbelievably hot he found it. Maybe that made it worse, the idea that somewhere inside of him was a part that didn't hate what he'd just done and, given the chance, would probably do it again.
-- -- --
An hour later Jayden dumped himself into his desk chair, his entire supply of toilet paper utterly sodden and filling up two and half black bin liners. His window was completely smeared, his bed sheets were beyond saving, and no amount of scrubbing could clear his walls of the numerous damp patches splotching it. Jayden flipped his mattress over, and though this side was dry, it still squelched under his weight. He'd reasoned that wearing socks would be better than ending up with jizz-soaked feet, but in the end it made little difference, the carpet sucking at his heels with every step.
By the time he had rushed himself through a power shower and wrapped himself in whatever clothing had managed to escape the splash zone, Jayden was sprinting down the streets back towards university. He had completely forgotten about his lectures until he'd stepped into his lounge looking for something halfway presentable to wear and he'd caught sight of his portfolio laying halfway across his doorway.
He'd managed to snag an old washed out hoodie and a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms from his laundry basket that were undoubtedly overdue for a clean. Unfortunately that could now be said for every other item of clothing he owned, his only blessing was that in such a plain outfit he managed to sneak into the auditorium his lecture was taking place in without attracting too much attention, despite being nearly twenty minutes late.
As he settled himself as inconspicuously as he could behind his desk, Jayden realised just which lecture he'd actually showed up for: Art History. The lecture so dull that even the professor giving it cared very little whether the students were late, or whether they showed up at all. Unfortunately for Jayden, he was still being marked on the essays they were being set, and he could hardly spare the marks at this point.
He sat in the back and pulled out his laptop, intending to either take some very rudimentary notes on what was undoubtedly a very tedious powerpoint, or at least get some figure studies done. The minutes passed agonisingly, slowly turning into hours. No matter what he tried Jayden couldn't pull his mind away from the carnage he had awoken too this morning. The vague flashes of blinding pleasure that he could recall from his earliest moments of consciousness that day interrupted every note, distracted him from each sketch and pulled on every ounce of his concentration.
Despite himself, Jayden felt the tension stirring in his groin.
The canvas upon which his mind painted was a landscape of carnal pleasure, presenting before his mind's eye a visage of himself in the midst of his own one-man bukkake. It was like he could be his own perfect reference, all the sticky, gloopy, glutinous cum he could ever draw. Perfectly matching the way the light shone through the translucent liquid as it coated his face in a facsimile of perfect bliss. His rendering game could outmatch anyone else's, nobody could hope to match the perfect conditions, and accuracy that he could-
His eyes shot up, head jerking left and right as he realised what he had been thinking about right in the middle of a lecture. Sure, he drew a lot of degenerate stuff for money, more cum than should be reasonably possible coming out of appendages that beggared belief, but he still had control of himself enough to not let it seep outside the den of his bedroom. Yet here he was, sitting in the middle of his Art History lecture counting his blessings that he had decided to wear baggy pants this morning.
It seemed impossible! How!? How could he be hard? After everything his body had gone through this morning he was pretty certain he wasn't going to be hard again for at least the next 3 months!
Jayden clenched his eyes, determined not to acknowledge the sensations building in his groin, but closing out all the outside stimulus only made him focus on the new sensations even more! It wasn't just that he was hard, it would never be so simple; Jayden could feel more than that, a tightness that made him bite his lower lip to hide a wince, and sensitivity that made every minor adjustment feel like his groin was on fire. Perhaps the worst thing was that it somehow felt... familiar. Horribly familiar, almost like the exact same sensation from the night before...
He cracked his eyes open, knowing his luck that it was only a matter of time before he got called out for not paying attention or accused of falling asleep mid-lecture. He cast his gaze downwards, preparing himself to see his pants conspicuously tented, but he couldn't have ever been prepared for what he actually saw.
The groin of his grey tracksuit bottoms had been turned into a murky, patchy black. A slow trickle wended its way lethargically down the inside of his left thigh like fresh rain flowing down a mountain path. Fear and logic went to war inside his brain. Sensations clashed with reason as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. With a sly glance around to make sure he wasn't being watched, Jayden prodded the slowly growing dark patch. He drew his finger back and watched as a slimy, translucent bridge linked the point he poked and his finger tip.
Well at least he could rule out that he hadn't pissed himself, for whatever consolation that was worth. Not that it would stop anyone from accusing him of such if they were to notice.
Logically then, it could only really be one thing, and Jayden couldn't really decide if it was worse than if he had wet himself. But no! this kind of thing didn't happen in reality! People paid gross amounts of money for him to illustrate their fantasies of this kind of stuff! But the evidence of his own eyes, and the slow trickling warmth that was now going down the back of his legs couldn't be denied.
It was precum. Which meant that whatever had happened to him last night wasn't over...
And once again Jayden was trapped between that horrifying realisation and just how unbelievably horny it made him. He felt an indignant twitching from his crotch, and Jayden felt the need to chastise his own rebellious body, though knew it was telling the truth he would not.
It wasn't fair. The last three hours had felt like the longest hours of his life, but just as he wished for time to come to a halt for him to comprehend his terrible new situation, fate seemed to conspire against him. The end of the lecture was fast approaching, as was every other lecture in the building. He contemplated trying to get lost in the crowd, hoping his short stature would make him less noticeable, but settled on the fact that if he left before everyone else did, chances are there would be no one to notice him in the first place anyway. Plus, his accursedly round backside made it pretty hard for him to go anywhere without some kind of commentary track.
While trying to remain as unnoticed as possible, Jayden shoved his laptop and sketchbook back into his bag, taking his handful of scattered pencils and dumping them haphazardly into the pouch. As much as he knew the look might be a giveaway, his lecturer barely gave him a sidelong glance as Jayden did his best to hunch while dashing out of the door. Despite his efforts to ignore them, he could still hear the confused, accusing whispers and mutterings of his fellow classmates following him out the door before the lecturer called them all back into bored silence.
The hallways were blessedly clear, but Jayden still kept himself hunched over as he held his messenger bag conspicuously across his waist. He felt like he was a highschooler again trying to hide his unfortunately timed boner from his crush, though this time combined with the dark patch that continued to spread across his trousers.
Once outside of the building Jayden finally slowed to a walk. He kept his bag across his waist, adjusting the straps so that hopefully people wouldn't immediately assume he was trying to smuggle his obstinate erection. As he walked through the gate he considered his options. The thought of having to walk all the way through town to his apartment building, then up the over half dozen flights of stairs made him want to shrivel down on himself, but his only other options were to either take the bus or call Sam for help.
That last option stuck with him. Sam had been with him through thick and thin, and though he would face down remorseless teasing for his situation, if there was anyone he could trust to help figure out the situation...
But then the thought of himself standing buck naked in front of the girl who had supported him for well over a decade, who had become his closest friend, and for whom he felt his heart pound at the mere thought of her seeing him in such a vulnerable position...
No, he'd handle this alone. It was enough having to deal with whatever was happening to his body. He'd leave the rest of those thoughts where they belonged, in the realm of fantasy. Besides, Sam had no doubt been out partying and celebrating last night, and the very last thing she needed was to be disturbed by Jayden's panic.
Once again he felt a twinge from his nethers, almost as if his dripping cock was annoyed at him for daring to miss out on such an opportunity. Jayden took a deep, steadying breath, and began to walk.
-- -- --
It was in his shoe. Nearly 30 minutes of walking home and his trousers were thoroughly sodden. He'd walked past a few people on their way to get their lunches and he'd received his fair share of confused looks. He hoped that people had assumed he'd spilled something on himself, it certainly looked that way. Almost halfway back he'd hidden himself in an alleyway to adjust himself to tuck his cock through his underwear. Although he'd allowed it to flow a lot more freely, the damage had already been done. Hopefully no one who looked at him could possibly assume he'd simply wet himself any more, not when his entire lower left side had been entirely soaked. With any luck they'd simply assume he'd been splashed by a car going through a puddle, and ignore the fact that it was a hot summer's day and he was completely dry from the waist up.
His shoe gave a viscous GLOORP as it peeled away from his foot. A staccato rhythm of splats punctuated the gooey droplets of pre that dripped from almost every part of Jayden's leg; from his drenched socks to his ruined trousers, every part of his lower left side had become so clogged with his precum that it simply had nowhere else to go but down. He was pretty sure that anyone with a black light could have traced him from his flat to about 4 blocks away when his clothing had finally reached saturation point.
He stood in his tiny shower cubicle, soaked shoe now kicked into the corner of his bathroom and ruined tracksuit bottoms crumpled into a soggy mess in the corner of the booth. Jayden simply looked down and stared. Once again his cock was an angry red, his foreskin pulled back to reveal the crown which shone a brilliant purple.
Framing the whole inglorious affair were his balls. From this position they felt more prominent than they had the night before, resting against the tops of his plump thighs. They looked to be about 4 times their normal size, each testicle slightly larger than one of his closed fists. Something about the disproportionality was turning Jayden on in ways he couldn't explain. The thought that his balls were so massive that his cock just couldn't release as fast as they could produce flipped a switch inside of him that caused his turgid appendage to jerk, sending a thick splattering of pre down the frosted glass panel. The familiar feeling of a knot slowly twisting in his gut suddenly felt like it was being yanked downwards as his balls felt like they were ramping up production to match his libido.
Jayden's hands flexed into claws as they hovered inches from his steel hard shaft. His meagre muscles tensed as he fought the urge to masturbate. Every instinct in his body was telling him to grab his cock and jerk off until he was seeing stars, but rationality was telling him to hang on. Memories of last night's cataclysmic orgasm played across his vision, both tempting him and warning him off. If he started now, and oh how he wanted too, he might not stop. What if he collapsed? What if he lost so much motor control that he fell and smacked his head off the glass partition?
No. He could fight this urge. Breath in through the nose, out slowly through the mouth. He tried focusing on anything else, tried to conjure the least sexy images he could, but his pulsing cock dominated his mind. He needed something to focus on, a task to put his mind to. Most of all he needed to figure out what had caused this change. He'd had to learn to master this kind of urge while he was working on his art commissions, otherwise he'd risk losing motivation should he jerk off to his own work!
Jayden stood in the shower cubicle, eyes screwed shut, fighting his way through the lewd imagery his mind summoned as he tried to piece together what possible sequence of events could have led to this. The day before was hazy, a combination of doing his best to forget the anxiety of awaiting and receiving his results and banging his head on the desk, not much of the rest of the day was very clear.
Still, it felt like part of a puzzle he didn't know he was putting together had just slotted itself in. He'd hit his head. He'd hit it because of...
The USB.
Half formed memories interposed themselves between the lewd onslaught. The flash of light, the taste of carpet in his mouth, the strange, alien text...
a block of stats with his name attached...
And some strange numbers somehow tied to semen production.
Jayden's eyes snapped open! There was no way, no fucking way! His whole body snapped around 180, adrenaline fueling his desire to be in front of his PC. In his frantic rush to escape the confines of the bathroom he clipped the edge of his shower cubicle and nearly slipped in one of the several stagnant pools of precum, only just catching himself on the faux-marble countertop in his mad flailing of limbs.
The thought of getting dressed again didn't even cross his mind, the only concession to cleanliness coming from the litre jug he grabbed from his kitchen cabinet on his way past towards his bedroom. He dashed into the room, pre-drenched feet leaving musky footprints in the carpet as he sat down in his chair, unbothered by the leather that stuck to his naked body. The stench of last night still clung to the air, at this point likely saturated into every bit of fabric in the room that his inadequate cleaning had failed to save.
His body practically vibrated with nervous energy as he anxiously waited for his PC to boot up. Never in his life had he wished more for a faster computer. Above the noise of the whirring cooling fans, a whining noise caught Jayden's attention as a faint blue light rose in the corner of his vision. The USB powered up. Whatever it was, whatever it meant, MPC had just come to life.
-- -- --
He drummed his fingers on his old, age-worn desk, feeling teased by his equally old PC as it sluggishly opened the file explorer. His hand shook on the mouse as he navigated to the USB, the cursor twitching with every tiny movement he involuntarily made. He briefly hesitated over the icon, some part inside of him still doubting what his memories were telling him. The sheer idea beggared belief, but the evidence to the contrary sat merely a glance downwards, throbbing impatiently before him.
He opened the drive, a brief high pitched whine coming from the direction of his PC tower, and before him sat the same list of files. Memories of last night came back to him, not just the explosive orgasm but the events leading up to it. The flash of light, the rapid flashing of code and files, the strange alien script that seemed to crash his computer. Now he was looking at the list of folders which had appeared last night, including the one ominously titled "Jayden_Properties". With a hint of deja vu, Jayden opened the folder.
He was faced with a familiar feeling of frustration as he attempted to open each of the subfolders, only to be blocked each time with a text box stating "Permission Denied". Eventually his cursor hovered over a single loose file, no permissions blocking him from access now. His sense of familiarity informed him that "BaseStatModifiers" was where his answers lay.
Last night he'd barely spared a glance while scrolling through this file, distracted as he had been by social media, but now he was paying it rapt attention. Notifications did their best to pry him away again, but Jayden refused to lose his focus - the throbbing, pulsing in his groin served as an uncomfortable reminder of what was driving his search this time.
With his focus now fully on the mysterious file, Jayden could truly appreciate just how bizarre the thing was. It was like the entire human body had been rendered down to a few thousand lines of text. Once again he felt himself cursing Past-Jayden for how little he paid attention in biology class, perhaps if he had done, Current-Jayden would have half a clue what all the rows of text he was scrolling past meant. That was, until he found them.
Each of the rows Jayden had scrolled past were a name, which were then assigned to a number. A large majority of them had decimal values hovering in the general area around 1. There had been some exceptions as Jayden had noticed; somehow his height had been almost perfectly recorded to seemingly the precise centimetre. However, every other statistic that couldn't be so accurately determined seemed to be working off some kind of mysterious other unit of measurement, Jayden had guessed maybe some kind of average based on collected data.
So when he saw the two rows of statistics that said:
SpermProduction : 10.8,
SemenProduction : 11.1
Jayden's whole body sagged into the chair. He didn't understand how, but it was the only thing that made any sense. Not only that this was the only explanation his brain could formulate as to how his balls had somehow started pumping out more cum than he'd ever made in his life, but also that his dumb, horny, tipsy brain had thought this would be funny enough to mess around with!
He looked solemnly down at his own groin, a small pool of translucent precum dripping off the edge of his chair into the strategically placed jug. How? How could a computer program have done... this? He still wasn't even sure if this was the reason why, but if increasing those numbers really had caused his balls to swell like overfilled water balloons, maybe putting them back to normal would fix the issue.
With as steady a hand as he could muster, careful not to misclick on anything else for fear of making his situation any worse, Jayden reduced the stats back to their original numbers. He paused for a moment to make sure that everything looked correct, then hit save.
The whirring of the USB stick grew into a whine as the blue glow from inside grew to illuminate the entire space around his desk. Jayden felt a tingling around his groin as the blue light seemed to culminate in that area for a brief moment, then vanished. The sensation was odd, and not the relief he was hoping to feel. The throbbing and pulsing was thankfully subsiding, but the awful, constricting tightness remained. The taut knot in his gut was ever present, and the whole area seemed to tingle uncontrollably.
Another thought flickered unbidden into Jayden's mind, something that had turned him on to no end earlier. Those stats had merely controlled his production, but now he was still left with everything that his over productive balls had been brewing for the last 6 hours. Earlier, the thought that his balls were so productive that his cock would never be big enough to keep up was arousing, but now it inspired a solution to his predicament. He'd seen nothing related to it yet, but considering that apparently he'd just scrolled into the area controlling his cum supply, he was pretty confident it wouldn't be too far away.
While one hand hovered around his sensitive, tingling groin, the other started to scroll. A minute was all it took to yield results; organised into its own block of different values was the potential solution to his problems.
PenisSize : 1.0
Huh, that's weird. There was a part of him that was expecting a detailed breakdown of every aspect of the penis, from length, to girth, to how proportional the glans was by comparison. Whoever had designed this program had separated sperm count from semen volume for god's sake, yet the only option they gave him to adjust the size of his manhood was a single parameter?
It wasn't even clear what "1.0" meant in this context either. Was it just some base value? Did it mean that he was perfectly average? That held some merit. The last time he'd measured himself he'd come out at roughly 6 inches, which if was to be believed was considered perfectly average. What would happen if he changed it? The last time he changed something he'd just increased it by a factor of 10, what would happen if he did that here?
That stirred something inside him. 10 times bigger. 60 inches. 5 feet of cock... It was tempting, oh boy was it tempting. Just to know how that felt, to have all that weight hanging off the lower half of his body, for his cock to be almost as long as he was tall. He couldn't pretend this was the only time he'd thought of this either. Spending almost all his free time drawing various characters with monstrously sized genitalia attached to them had naturally peaked his own curiosity. Yet unbidden came all those snide comments that usually followed.
"That's so unrealistic, anyone with a cock that big would pass out from blood loss"
"Art is good, shame about the monster dong, no one would ever be able to use something like that"
"Not one of your best, must have been some kind of client you drew this for, the size just makes me cringe"
Okay that last one might not have been relevant, but the others made him take a moment to reconsider. What if he did pass out? What if he made his cock so big that all the blood left the rest of his body the moment he got erect? Would he die? For the first time in hours, that thought alone made his cock momentarily flag. He'd never really been faced with the consequences of his own porn so viscerally before. But still...
Cum, excessive, voluminous amounts of cum. He loved it. It was one of his biggest turn ons. But besides that was growth, expansion and to some degree inflation as well. If it wasn't for the discomfort and pain his expanded testicles had been causing them he'd more than likely be over the moon. And now here he sat, with the potential option to truly fulfil all his desires.
More than that, this would be proof! If this worked, there would be no denying what he had in his hands. Right now his brain was struggling to comprehend what that could mean, but he could still start small.
Well, not that small.
He reached over with the mouse, and switched the 1 with a 2.
The whirring picked up again, and Jayden sat there in eager anticipation as the soft blue glow grew to a blinding wave of light. He closed his eyes and let himself focus entirely on the sensations washing over the lower half of his body. Strangely he noticed, he no longer felt any impending sense of anxiety. The dread of the unknown having been banished from his mind and body, only to be replaced with a sense of restless anticipation.
He kept his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. He wanted to see if he could tell what was happening just from the feeling of it alone. Also he must admit he was scared to see what might have gone wrong. In retrospect increasing semen production was a fairly straight forward, if painful, process. Simply doubling the size of his cock? The potential side effects could be... interesting, to say the least.
His first hint came audibly, as the steady plink plink plink of his flow of precum changed pitch to a deep SPLOTCH sound. He clenched his eyes a little tighter in confusion, and tilted his head as if to get a better idea of just what had changed.
SPLOTCH
SPLAT
SPLOTCH
Okay, no. He couldn't tell, he just had to open his eyes.
And despite everything, every thought that had been passing through his head for the past 2 minutes, and every fibre of his body being focused on the potential sensation of growth, his brain still jammed to a complete halt as it failed to immediately comprehend what it was seeing.
Bathed in the light from his monitor and the soft blue glow of the USB, Jayden saw new, larger drops of precum falling from the tip of his newly massive cock. Something about it seemed... wrong, strange and yet completely right. He leaned over and grabbed his bedside lamp, flicking the switch and aiming the new warm yellow glow at his crotch. It was like a photoshop, a really obvious, yet superbly done photoshop. Like someone had simply used the selection wand tool on his cock and doubled it in every dimension, yet the area where it connected to his groin was seamless. Every detail, from the small little marks, to the single vein that ran along the top and branched off along the way, it was his exact same cock, just twice as big.
And as soon as he realised this, it was as if his body melted. A sudden loosening of every one of his muscles as pure arousal flooded his system. He felt his toes curl, his legs tense, his mind going blank-
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
The noise seemed deafening, but the sensation was downright overwhelming. Like someone was messing with the input levels on all of his senses and couldn't get the balance right. Jayden let his body spasm and jerk for a moment before fighting for some semblance of self control to assess the damage. Top half seemed fine, the desk was clear, the keyboard unharmed. Okay now under the desk-
Dear god.
It was like someone had upended about a gallon of slime underneath his desk; the wall was painted, the carpet drowned and his feet were drenched. But the strangest part was that it was almost entirely clear. This wasn't even cum, this was only pre.
Holy shit.
Okay, status report:
It worked, it fucking worked. Whatever this creepy fucking program was, it had just doubled the size of his cock in under a minute. The issue he now faced was that he had incredibly backed up balls, and if he wasn't extremely careful he was likely to cause near permanent damage to all of his very expensive electronic equipment, and if last night was anything to go off, his backed up nuts were on a hair trigger after this much denial.
So it should be simple right? Get out of the chair, get in his bed, position something so catch the oncoming tide of nut sludge and jerk off until he sees stars. Seemed like a solid enough plan.
Except he was still tempted.
12 inches was great! Fantastic! Any reasonable person would be ecstatic to suddenly find themselves with a sudden 6 extra inches of penis sticking out of their groin. But Jayden wasn't reasonable. Far from it, and his horny brain was demonstrably vulnerable to making poor spur of the moment decisions.
Plus the first time he hadn't even gotten to see the growth, and that was like the best part. He selected the number again and thought for a second. Well, if doubling it the first time had gone so well, why not try again? 24 inches seemed like a fun place to start, a nice round 2 feet even. That practically bordered on hyper sized, and would easily give him the biggest dick in the world. It was too tempting not to. He deleted the 2, and swapped it for a 4.
The blue glow of the USB stick once again grew, but failed to overpower the lamp Jayden had now set on his desk, fully illuminating his groin, highlighting it in an almost holy aura. Tentatively, he took his newly augmented shaft in his hand, and hefted it's weight. The alien sensation thrilled him as he marvelled at the fact that this slab of meat was actually a part of him! All those years of fantasizing, wishing that there was something he could do to feel more... substantial! Now it was actually happening and Jayden couldn't accurately find the words to properly describe the sense of fulfilment that it gave him.
He felt the tingles start spreading downwards, beginning in his pelvis and moving lower, spreading down his crotch and into the shaft. He could feel the skin beneath his hands begin to stretch, but the lack of any feeling of tightness added further layers of confusion to his already overwhelmed brain. If the experience of the weight increasing alone was almost enough to push him over the edge into full blown orgasm, then the sight of watching the head of his now truly enormous cock get further and further away from him was getting his mind ready to turn every available source of liquid in his body into nothing but a fountain of semen.
Jayden had heard online about people with above average cocks, the stories generally went that the bigger they got the less sensitive they were. Something about nerve endings being more spread out and sparse leading to lower sensations being transmitted to the brain. Well, however that actually worked, it definitely wasn't the case for Jayden.
As his cock slowly seemed to manifest yet more length and girth, gradually passing the 18 inch mark, it never lost a fraction of its sensitivity. Each second that passed only added to the sensations. He'd always imagined that it would look different, that he would spout yet more veins and that it would look more menacing, more powerful. Strangely though there was something about it that was more transfixing this way.
Even as it crept towards being nearly 20 inches long, it was still his cock. His skin tone matched, the flesh maintained its soft sheen. Even as it took up more and more room on his pelvis, it still looked like it belonged to him. The only main difference being that it was now as long as his arm, and still it grew.
With more effort than he expected it would take, Jayden firmly grasped his new mighty phallus and hefted it upwards. The feeling of his fingers digging into the top layer of pliant flesh only to be met with a sub-layer of steel hard erection sending bolts of lightning jittering through his sweat and pre-slick body.
Jayden leaned back in his chair, letting gravity assist him and his new herculean shaft as it slapped against his chest AND his face. Good god, it reached his face. There was no room for impulse control left, Jayden felt his arms snake around his body, hugging the immense python to his torso as he reached his tongue out and licked his own enhanced crown. The feeling was hardly what he expected, somehow muted slightly, yet the sensations from his tongue were electrifying as he picked up what may as well have been pure ambrosia.
As it passed further and further out of reach, Jayden nuzzled his cheeks against the burning hot pillar of his cock, his arms now firmly wrapped around his turgid monster doing their best to jerk it off. He pushed away from his desk using his feet, giving himself as much room as he could until his chair bashed into his bed. With the newfound freedom of movement he slid down in his chair, spreading his legs wide and letting his cock stand proud above him. It swallowed his vision, every ounce of his focus entirely dedicated to taking in every detail of his gloriously enhanced cannon.
A cum cannon.
Oh, it was building. His arms were moving faster and faster now, each addicting stroke adding fuel to the fire. Even though he was pretty sure he'd finished growing, with a slight glance upwards making it sure look like it was 2 feet long, the tingling never faded. In fact it was spreading. Spreading past his groin, into his gut, down his legs, curling his toes-
Oh.
His body acted on instinct, for there was no room left in his brain to formulate this kind of plan. With one arm he pushed himself forwards, pressing himself away from the chair, and with the other he grabbed the rubbish bin he kept next to his desk. Leaning forwards, angling his hips downwards as the near constant leaking of his precum turned cloudier and cloudier, with only a moment to spare Jayden held the bin before his swollen cock head and let out the breath he hadn't even realised he had been holding.
The sensation was familiar, yet so much more welcome this time. Without the confusion and trepidation, Jayden's whole body felt like it was being suffused with a welcoming warmth. The tension that had built in his gut released and it was like the breaking of a storm, his senses bombarded from all sides. Sound, sight, smell being dominated by the beautiful result of the strangest day in his life.
Shot after thick, sticky, delicious shot of cum blasted against the back of his make-shift cum catcher. The sound was akin to a thunderstorm battering against a cheap tin roof, and the sight was close to a sudden tsunami of rich, creamy yoghurt raining down from above. His mouth hung agape, almost hoping some of his ridiculous output may splash back and give him a taste. It was strange; something like this had never crossed his mind before but unbeknownst to him in his endorphin-logged brain, his quasi-hyper cock was unlocking a new, feral aspect to his deviancy.
Pulse after mind bending pulse, it was as if Jayden's whole being might be sucked up and shot out through the tip of his enormous semen slinging beast. The warm orgasmic bliss washed all concerns from his mind, leaving room for nothing but the sensations of seemingly endless jets of jizz splattering against the bin.
And his feet.
And legs.
And floor.
But that was of no concern for Jayden now. Even as his orgasm finally wound its way down, and the completely filled, overflowing rubbish bin slipped from Jayden's slack grip to land with a wet, clattering SPLOTCH to the sodden ground. No, there were only two thoughts that kept themselves stuck in his brain. The first was obvious, he NEEDED to find out more about this program and what more he could accomplish with it.
But the second was a stranger thought. He didn't really know where it came from, or what had triggered this urge. Just thinking about it made his heart feel like it was trapped in a vice for reasons he couldn't really explain. But he couldn't ignore it. Despite everything, the thought had sunk its claws into his brain and it refused to be budged.
"I need to tell Sam".