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  1. Chapter 1- That Pumping Thought Keith was your typical college athletic dream. Good grades, great looks, gets all the babes. Your typical young hunk. His blonde hair kept styled always to the left with a short hair cut and swept bangs. He could fill out a nice athletic uniform with his tight muscles screaming through the clothing as his uniforms and overstretched clothes sprawled across his muscular frame. At about 6' 3" tall, he towered over most of the team mates. Didn't matter what sport. Swim Team, Soccer, Baseball, Basketball, you name it. He was in it. The swim team was his favorite though. His time to show off what he had worked hard for since he was 18, now 23. His muscles glistened in the sunshine as his body would drip from the water cascading off his bulging shoulders. The sinews of his pecs and traps, biceps and large horseshoe triceps and ham like hamstrings and bulging thigh muscles, and his cobblestone 6 pack, creating a path for the streams of water to cut deeply on. Every night, after a big meet, he would proudly display is confidence. At least, that's how his family and his friends saw it. Except, deep down he was a little insecure. He had worked hard to build his 200 lbs. frame up to proportionate v taper that every man dreams of. The one thing, though, he hated the most was his package. Sure he had the body any wetdream consisted of. But the one thing lacking, at least in his eyes, was the size of his cock. His balls were pretty above average already, so no problems there, about large hen egg size in a tight hairless sack. His penis, however, was fairly average. About 5.25" when hard about 1.5" wide. Not porn star size by any matter but it mattered.... a lot.... to Keith. Here I am again, standing in front of my mirror. Gosh I really hate the way I have a smoking hot bod and nothin' below the belt to match. Hmph. "Keith! Dinner is ready!" "Okay Mom! Heading down in a bit!" I holler down to my mother. After these swim meets, why do I always have to look at myself and point out the worst thing about me. "Why can't I just be happy about what I got? What I built." I ask myself These thoughts keep racing through my head. Deep in the back of my mind, I keep wondering at the dinner table. "What if I can build up my cock too and why not my balls while I'm at it. Go big or Go Home I always say." I chuckle thinking to myself. "What's on your mind champ?" Dad asks. "Oh it's nothing, just thinking about how I smoked the other swimmers in today's meet. "You got that right! You're just as an athlete as your old pop was in my heyday." "Don't make it weird. I shove his shoulder." "Pretty soon, Dad, Keith will be just as big as you!" My brother, Jason, chimed in. Jason is about 6' and is a bit athletic but nothing like me. He does have broad shoulders and large feet. He'd be good if he could keep the muscle on him. Doesn't work to well on him. Though he maintains a fair bit of toned definition at 155lbs. He'd be good as a swimmer, but sports aren't his thing. "Yea sport. Try not to eat so much or you'll outgrow the house!" Dad laughed. "Anyone want desert?!" Mom asked as we continued our meals. After supper, I went back to my room. That thought keeps popping up in my mind. Could I build a better package. As I lower my sweatpants, revealing my blue boxer briefs with the slight mound I dreadfully call my own. Pulling them down, I go to my bedroom door and lock it so as no one comes in. I go my bed and bring my laptop. I look up my favorite story website about male growth, specifically the muscles and cock section to pound out my sorrows as I lust to have the feeling of my cock skin to stretch over an engorging monster of a penis. I my penis swells to it's full measly 5.25" size as I pound away. I grab some tissues as I feel myself closer to climaxing. I usually have to use a towel but I totally forgot about it. Tissues are the only option at this point. As pre-starts to flow like a faucet from my ample egg sized balls, I begin to twitch as I feel the fountain unleash within and I burst forth with my cum. It quickly overflows the tissues and pools on the tiled floor in my bedroom. I do the best I can to clean it up after I come down off of my high. My muscles feeling pumped like after a workout. Well, it was a workout. The best kind I would say. Hah. I chuckle thinking to myself. An ad pops up on the website and I notice it after cleaning my spooge lake I created in my bedroom. "Hm..." I see what it says thinking how interesting a fantasy... too good to be true. Ad: The UberPump Pump Ring. Just slap on the ring around your cock and watch it grow! Looking to add serious size and girth. Not recommended for those with body image complex. $99 + shipping and handling. "Well, what do I really have to lose I suppose. I'll try anything at this point." I say, looking down at my little guy who seems to be excited about what I am thinking. He certainly approves of this. With my part time job at the pubic pool and the local gym, I have saved money through my freshman and sophomore college years. Now that I'm a Junior, it's time I started looking the part below the belt. A big package for a big guy. I whip out my credit card from my wallet and click on the add. I add the device to the cart and begin reading. A secondary item pops up! Ad: Do you want a more forceful pump while feeling a bit adventurous, then add on this UberPump Hand Pump to take it up a notch for the whole package. Recommended for those looking for SERIOUS GIRTH AND LENGTH GAINS. "Sure, why the hell not." I say and add this item to the cart as well. I look through the typical legal jargon and entering my information. I finally purchase what I've been looking at. The item says it processed and will arrive Friday. "Great!" I thought!. "Just before summer break begins. Even more time to have fun!" And I drift off to sleep. Chapter 2- The Tightening (Inflation Begins) Friday arrives and after waiting since Wednesday I sigh in relief. "Thank you! I thought I let myself get scammed in my post orgasm arousal brain." Once I got home from the local college, I rushed upstairs with the package to try it out for myself. No one home. All by myself. The perfect timing. I open the package and lay its contents on my bed. Going back to the door and locking it as I am still paranoid about that, I begin to undress down to my boxer briefs and walk over to the bed. Staring down at the ring that supposed to be adjustable to "any size" the contents packaging says. I wonder how I am supposed to fit it over my small-ish and flaccid length. "Better read this first." I pick up the instructions. Reading the directions, mostly in terribly translated English I decided to just download the SmartPhone app and pair it to the ringed device lolling around in my hand. It's slightly rubbery yet firm and seems to have some give and cushioning on the inside diameter. But don't really see any buttons or dials. Just a rubber ring. My phone finishes "Syncing" the ring to the app. Pump Me. is the name of the app. "That's a weird cliche name for an app like this" I say to myself. The app quickly responds after opening. "Please place penis into ring and hold firmly in place." The app prompts me. "Well, better late than never." I slide the ring and hold it firmly to my pubic bone. The app suddenly pings and give me my exact penis stats. "Wow, how'd it do that!?" I say out loud. Suddenly I feel a tightening around the base of my cock. Snug, but not tourniquet tight. The app pings again. "Fit complete. Begin inflation process? Yes or No?" "Interesting, I don't remember reading anything like this on the website." I say as I hit yes. I yelp as I suddenly feel the ring tighten further around the base of my dick and then a small prick. "What the hell was that?" I say, panicking wondering whether I am about to ruin my so called one-eyed pal. The app *pings* again. "What size do you wish to go?" It prompts with a text box. There's a small warning under the text box but I fail to read before typing. "Um, I say 9" long." "Girth?" It asks next "Um...Let's get a little crazy seeing how this thing is probably bogus anyways. 8" girth?" *ping* "Inflation Process beginning. Sit back and enjoy." I suddenly feel as if I am getting an erection. My penis feels flush and hot, and I feel as if it is literally inflating with air. I look down at my penis as it quickly reaches its 5.25" length. I feel a tightening in my groin as the ring begins to force more growth into my cock. Slowly, I stare at my penis wide eyed as it begins to pulsate and beat as if it has a heart beat and begins to inch slowly upward in length, surpassing its former length going into new territory. Length: 5.5 in Width: 1.5 in "Fuck! This feels freaking insane" I yell as I sit down on the end of my bed. Staring down, seeing my once average cock growing and swelling, inflating with pure size. "I glance down toward my phone as again, I notice the red warning under the text box input. *Warning: Do not input size greater than 1 inch of current penis size. This may cause painful stretching of the skin. DO NOT OVER DO IT! "Oh fucking shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!, Hell!" I burst as I suddenly realize my horrific mistake. Then suddenly *squeak* I feel my skin begin tightening around my shaft and head the ring begins to force more growth into my penis. Length: 6.25in Width: 2in *Squeak* The skin tightens even more as the growth continues its onslaught. My toes curl as an uncontrollable urge to cum takes over. Then the skin tightens more and stretches. I painfully stare down at my cock as it turns bright red and see it inch a little longer. Another *squeak* this time and audible stretching sound I hear coming from my over taxed skin. Veins stand out in bold relief as the pressure builds in my cock. I finally stand and wobble over to the dresser, digging through to find my tape measure. I want to know exactly how long this thing is Standing there, I place it over my tight, drumlike skin, and it reaches to 7.25in long. I have to measure the width. I wrap it around and do some quick math: 2.5 in wide. "Fuck!" I say, slightly sweating now as the stretch becomes form painful and oddly pleasurable. A sound that sounds more like overtaxed leather begins to creak from my groin as another round of growth hits, this time with more force. *Stretch* *Squeak*. Sounding more like a balloon. "My God! Look at this fucking thing!" I look down, still sweating from the onslaught my penis is enduring right now. "Fuck me! It looks like a purple dirigible!" And that it did. My penis has now reached an unnatural shade of purple. The sounds coming form my skin more like that of a balloon than stretching skin! Another pump goes and my penis inflates. Faster than any other time! *Squeak* *Stretch* *Squeal* This time jumping a half inch in under 5 seconds. "FUCK!!!" I yell. Clawing at the device to try and pry it off. Realizing at this point I might actually make my penis explode for trying to be such a body image hog. *SQUEAAAAAAAAAL* and long stretching balloon sound comes from my dirigible of a cock that's attached to me. I feel it spread out to almost 2.75" in width. It having already reached it's goal of 9" albeit abit longer than what I typed in. The girth now spreading out to match what I had typed in! "Fuck! It feels like I'm going to fucking POP!"" I yell out, clammering for my phone. Trying to find anything to stop this onslaught.! *STREEEEETCH* *SQUEEEEAK* *BLOAT* *BLOAT* The area just behind the head of the shaft begins blowing up. giving it that baseball bat look. Stretch marks beginning to appear along it's length. My penis crying out in pain and pleasure as the final *PUMP* *BLOAT* pushes my cock into blimp like territories. With a final *BLOAT* and *PUMP* my bloated dirigible cock shudders and stops swelling, leaving me with a painfully erect cock that has been mutated into a dream and horror as I look on in silence. Afraid to touch it. I feel the ring suddenly release itself. The pin prick feeling gone and now just a normal cock ring feeling. A wave of lust fills my mind as thoughts race through my mind. "Holy fuck!" I huff, as a trembling hand caresses the bloated cock balloon before me. Then the sudden realization hitting me that the thing forcing my legs to stand wide apart, spread eagle, is my fucking cock. My dirigible cock, now a veiny monster pulsating within its vice like grip of the skin. The cock head seemingly keeping in proportion to the penis, now fist sized. The piss slight now as if you could fit a whole quarter into. The stretched feeling is still there painful, as I begin to hunt for my phone. The app *pings*. "Final measurements" It reads out across the screen. "9.1in Length. 3in Diameter. Girth: 9in" I toss my phone down on the bed and lay back gently, so as not to wobble the balloon stretching from my groin. As if not to pop it. Feeling the tightness of it's mass, I kept wondering why the app didn't stop pumping my girth up past the 8in I typed. "Man this tightness is arousing. Almost too much. I feel if I cum I might pop!" I run my right hand up and down it's fat lenght. "Fuck! I can't even reach around this thing with my meaty paws. I try to look up, only being met by my might pecs. Sweat running down and into the cleavage of my muscle tits. *Stretch* "Fuck!" I feel my arousal heighten as my bloated cock engorges itself into a steel like erection with all the stimulation it recently received. I rush up form the bed, the dirigible bouncing into my abs, smearing pre-. I rush to my on suite bathroom and catch a glimpse of the purple, stretch marked, mass that is my baseball bat shaped cock. I suddenly feel the urge to cum, overwhelmed by it even. I rush over to the toilet and before I get a chance to aim, I suddenly feel my balls draw up and tighten. Trying to release their contents into the toilet. The sudden extra pressure pushes my cock even further. Bloating it more, as I normally doing while cumming. The feeling and sound of my skin stretching more to accommodate the growing mass intoxicating. The flow becomes more of a fire hydrant release as my cum sprays out as a stream. Not multiple squirts, a stream. The veins of my cock standing out as my balls forcefully eject their contents into the toilet. Finally, my cock calms down and begins to deflate. The skin sighing in relief as the pressure is release off of it. The stretched feeling disappearing and turning more into a heft. Something I've never felt before. Going completely soft now, the cock ring releases fully and I am able to slide it off. A little more difficult now with the extra heft. "Damn. I'm a fucking stud now." I say, looking at the limp and thick beast hanging between my muscled thighs. I walk back into the bedroom and get the tape measure out. "Let's see how big you are soft now, hopefully you go down a bit more." Stretching it along the length. "Damn, I'm longer soft than I used to be hard." Flaccid: 5.5in Flaccid width: 1.75in "I guess I'm a grower." Picking up the phone, I begin reading. I read that some length gains and girth gains are permanent. "I guess pushed the boundaries for you little guy. I say, rubbing him through my now bulging boxer briefs. Still a bit sore from the punishment. "I will say this, we are definitely going to be working you out more! I wonder if there's a setting for balls to be pumped on here." I wonder as I comb through the app. Finding out what I needed, a slight devilish grin appears on my face. "We are definitely having more fun this summer with you!" I say, looking at the ring and the extra device with arousal and lust in my eyes. "Or find someone to experiment with...." The rest of the story can be found here: http://www.patreon.com/uberpumpstories
  2. The Prelude may be found HERE The preceding chapter may be found HERE * * * My Hulk-daddy is Paying Chapter Fourteen The tension in the bedroom was dissipating, and the mood improving. Nate and Rob sat at a grande bed for two in their hotel room, facing opposite directions. "Yes, vanity to some extent, at least. I just want it to be something more than vanity, and informing our clients about 'Hancer Chapters is a way to make it into something more. I just wish the decision had arisen of our own free will. It's a wonderful St. Valentine's gift, and I'm very grateful, but you must admit, that it is a gift arriving with a threat." "I'm sorry, too, for losing my temper on St Valentine's night. At the time, it felt like you used the flooding as a cheap excuse for avoiding the discussion. I'm glad, that you decided to accept my Valentine's gift – well, the Federation's Valentine's gift – at last." "Had been more useful in twenty year's time, than now, but if your career demands it ... Sometimes it feel like we are just puppets on strings. Sorry for Valentine's night, and sorry for earlier. And I could have some use for this sort of vacation. Been so tired. Been so exhausted. I'm willing to accept some fun. Are you?" Both rose in silence, walked around the corners of the grande bed, and hugged each other, which swiftly turned into a passionate kiss. "Love you. Principles and ideals and all that. The expression in your eyes when you talk about it." "Love you. Ability to be the strong and silent presence when you want, and that acting ability to pretend to be The Machine, when you want. You can be The Machine in bed tonight, if you want, and give me an attitude adjustment." "Reminds me too much about work. The idea was to be on our own now. And don't worry for Max. Jim keep an eye on him. You can trust Big Jim. Focus on us. Have fun.” * * * One of their hosts treated them like royalty: ”It’s an honour to have you here, Dr. Nelson and Mr. Nelson. You are legends in your fields, and you have both brought us a lot of customers through the years, even if you are perhaps not aware of that. If you had asked for this service in a private capacity, we had gladly given you a discount, for friendship’s sake, but I understand, that it is WHC which is paying for both of you?” ”To be honest, I would have appreciated their gift better in twenty or thirty years’ time, but who am I to be an ingrate. Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth!”, Rob answered. ”Thank you for your words. Are you a fan?”, Nate continued. ”Not personally. My friends and my nephews are. Would it be too much if I asked for a few autographs?” ”Not at all. I love my fans.” ”One of our PTs, Bill, will help you through the ’hancing-procedure. I guess you are already familiar with room-service and the theme-park?” ”One of your colleagues showed me around years ago, when we went through the process of mutual certification. Irresponsible competitors were a rising problem even then.” ”I’ve only had a positive impression communicating with you at Megagrowth. We wanted to be sure, that your enhancement-procedures wouldn’t interact negatively with the ones we use. Rest assured, that you are not the only men ’hanced by Megagrowth, who go through a rejuvenation here at Physical Potential. Oh, here’s Bill. I’ll leave you then. Enjoy your stay!” Bill was a handsome and mildly ’hanced physiotherapist and assistant augendologist. Under normal circumstances he would probably behaved more confidently, but the presence of Rob and Nate shook his professionalism. ”Oh. I’m honoured to assist your further’hancing. I’m your assistant augendologist and morphogenetic operator. Dr. Nelson … The Machine … Wow. I’m a member of ’Hancer Chapter No. 74 here on the island. You – uh – inspire me … If you follow me, to the operative facility, I will talk you through the preparation. I suppose, you both had your nutritional IVs last night, only ingested water today and got your injections this morning? Yeah, I guessed that much. You know the drill, but I have to ask formally. Please leave your bathrobes in the locker, and then enter that door.” Bill disappeared through the door he had waved at. Rob shook his head. ”Is this happening to you all the time?” ”More or less. You get used to it. Sometimes I get tired of it, but sometimes it give me a rush. Unlike me, you only face it at ’HancerCon.” The two middle-aged giants entered the door, and faced the equipment. The equipment wasn’t entirely alien to Rob. He and some of his colleagues from Megagrowth had visited Physical Potential Foundation years ago. The heated and humid air, resembling a bath house, was the same as last time. The trace of ozone was the same, too. The emitters hang from the ceiling, connected to large cables familiar from his own company, but there were also dissimilarities: Instead of a closed Chamber of lead-glass there was a tiled room with something looking like a big jaccuzzi, enforced walls and a closable window to the control room. Metal stairs helped guests down into the jaccuzzi, and the emitters formed a vertically adjustable hemisphere. Bill returned from the control room. ”It’s now several hours since your injection, and the optimal time for exposure. When guests in a relation undergo the Procedure, they are welcome to do so simultaneously, and considering the nature of the ’hancing, we are used to leave the guests alone, if you know what I mean?” Nate entered the jaccuzzi, and reclined relaxedly. Rob followed him, their big shoulders touching each other. ”No gas, like last time?” ”No gas.” ”Just relax, fellows. Most customers love it.” Bill left them, closed the door and closed the window to the control room. The illumination in the ceiling was switched off, and dim lighting around the surrounding walls was switched on. The hemisphere lowered itself over the jacuzzi, shutting off the outer world. They sat, leaning against the tiled walls of the jacuzzi, their heads resting against folded towels and their burly physiques submerged in the invitingly warm hypertrophic solution. No return. No way to cop out in the last minute anymore. ”Worried?”, Rob asked his husband. ”No. Excited. Unlike last time, there are no worries for side effects. This time, we can take it all in, and … UH!” The emitters in the ceiling were switched on and warmed up. ”Uh! Can you feel it, Rob? I can feel it already!” Rob swallowed, and he felt some traces of bad conscience for enjoying it. ”Uhnnnn … Yes, I can feel it Nate. Already so good. I never thought, that I would become even bigger, but now when … UHNNNNNN!” Another humming began, accompanying the humming emitters above their heads, and, when the hypertrophic solution became a conductor for the anabolic power, they both started. Shoulder to shoulder. Big, even for ’hancers. But now. Rob put his hand in Nate’s. But now … Uh. The build-up. But now, they were going to become rejuvenated and even bigger, according to the Federation’s specifications. The build-up. Rob yelped. Their bodies spasmed in a pleasant way. Rob had flashbacks from years and years ago, when their insane employer had forced them to grow big. To grow big. The sound of Nate’s deep moan. The feeling of the build-up … pleasant, exciting, arousing … Rob felt how Nate playfully grabbed his growing dick. He returned the favour. … Experience this without the worries from last time. Only relax and take it in. Relax and BECOME HUGE. They already were titans, looming over ordinary man, but Nate’s Federation wanted them to … Uh! Wanted them to … The build-up! They both yelped. Yelped and moaned and felt how their muscles reacted in a way they couldn’t have imagined. A muscle-building process, designed to grow ordinary men into giants, was now used to … UH! His muscles! Nate’s muscles! The sensation of rapidly growing even more … The silly but alluring Hulk-fantasies he and Nate had confided to each other … Bathed in the rays, while the Anabolic power streamed into their already enhanced bodies, adapting Nate’s and his physique, increasing his muscle mass even more … Blood rushing to his growing muscles … his engorged muscle mass, and Nate’s engorged muscle mass … He couldn’t think clearly anymore … The build-up … The power streaming into him … YES! Feeding his strength! Feeding his power-muscles! Ultra-masculine sexual ecstacy! Two empowered titans with engorged muscles growing together inside the hemisphere! Even … Even more intense than last time! YES! Nate! We! We! Nate roared! He roared! He couldn’t resist his instincts anymore. Facing his husband, he could watch signs of years’ worry melt away from Nate’s face, and a more fresh and innocent face take form, resembling pics from Nate’s youth, and yet not resembling these pics: The Nate, that had existed more than twenty years ago had been a short and wiry little fellow, but the horny Being relishing in its own strength, the bulging muscles of which he now clenched and caressed, was a titan of a man, an impossible jock-giant, and the knowledge, that he was undergoing a similar transformation himself melted away all the principled mental reservations he had maintained all these months. Jock-giant! He pressed his delightfully spasming engorged jock-muscles againt Nate’s delightfully spasming engorged jock-muscles, and, while the hemisphere caused them to transform even more beyond normal human limitations, the two jock-titans rubbed their steel-hard manhoods against each other’s cartoonish Hulk-abs and kissed each other passionately. When the emitters and the anabolic power reached their maximum, the two behemoths roared in mindless ecstacy, and then, slowly, the power-levels slowly faded … faded. The two jock-titans nibbled each others’ ears. When his breathing had returned to something close to normal, Rob whispered in Nate’s ear: ”Let me be honest. It was worth it. Look at you!” * * * Next chapter is found HERE
  3. LionBUff

    Quality & Quantity

    Quality & Quantity By: LionBUff (part one) Duncan Heftfield walked into the fancy-looking science building through the glass double doors. The doors were labeled with a white decal that read "Seed Studies." He walked in wearing denim jeans that fit but still displayed his strong stiff body and a casual short-sleeve button-up shirt with shadows along his chest and one down the center of his stomach. His cowboy boots suggested that he wanted to show off his cowboy side while still looking nice. Duncan was told not to release any sperm for the past week for the study of his seed he scheduled. He wanted to get his official breeding license to become a professional horse breeder. He wanted a license to prove he would keep his horse farm full of foals. This was a little more than obvious in the bulge that waved as if it were a boulder behind his zipper. He checked in as if it were another doctor's office, waited, and eventually walked back to meet the sperm specialist. The room he was taken too looked like any other doctor's office except that it had more than one poster of the male organ. As Duncan stared at these maps of the male body, a slim male human walked in with the standard doctor's outfit and clipboard. "Duncan Heftfield, I am Dr. Sporos," the young 26-year-old human told him. He took a quick peek at his clipboard and said "so... you're a 3,000 pound Clydesdale bodybuilder. That alone makes you sound like a god of mating, to be honest," Dr. Sporos said growing a blushing tint on his cheeks. Duncan laughed quietly thinking Dr. Sporos' reaction was adorable and flattering. "The mares always say the same," Duncan pointed out arrogantly. Dr. Sporos looked at Duncan and said he would be surprised to hear otherwise. Dr. Sporos looked down at the bulge in Duncan's jeans to inspect his size and was frozen with lust and amazement to see just how big the lump was under his zipper. Duncan flexed his meat as soon as Dr. Sporos looked down. The golden zipper line seemed to crack a smile at Dr. Sporos, the zip itself jingled as if it were talking. "Anyways," Dr. Sporos said regaining his focus, "you've excelled at all our previous tests. You can shoot your seed at almost twice the distance of the average horse, your cock is more than heavy enough to get the mare to ovulate, the only thing we need to test now before you get your breeding license is the volume and quality. We need to know how much sperm is in your seamen and we need to know how much seamen you can produce in general. Basically, you need to demonstrate the Quality and Quantity of your seed." "Sounds fun," Duncan said smiling. His bulge turned into what looked like a small head breaking free from his jeans. Dr. Sporos noticed the bulge growing and said; "First, I need to check that you're physically healthy for the test. But honestly, I think you're ready!" Duncan stood up and stripped down. Dr. Sporos secretly wished Duncan was a little more dramatic with his undressing as he fantasized Duncan on a pole in a cheetah pattern jockstrap. "Take your time, I don't mind," Duncan said trying to make Dr. Sporos feel more relaxed. For ten minutes, Dr. Sporos' hands squeezed Duncan's heavy sperm sack like he was tenderizing it. He rolled his fingers around each testicle carefully, each individual musky orb was bigger than both Dr. Sporos' fist combined. He squeezed the scrotum the sack hung from as if he were milking an utter. Dr. Sporos felt how pent up Duncan's balls were. The heavy and slimy load slapping against the walls of his testicles felt like a bag of warm slime. Duncan grinned at how carefully the doctor under his cock was examining him. Duncan was half-hard when the doctor reached his cock. Like his sperm sack, the doctor squeezed his thick shaft as if he were milking it. Each inch of the 20-inch veiny pipe was squeezed carefully. After Dr. Sporos confirmed what was already obvious from Duncan's bulge alone he gave himself time to calm his meat down then put his coverings back on to be taken to the lab. It wasn't long before Duncan was in the "Seed Study" lab. This lab wasn't like anything Duncan had imagined, it was instead nothing short of a wet dream of a room. There was a heated seat on one end with a tv on the other end. in the middle was the machine that would extract his seed, a tube with a pipe held up by an industrial tripod with a clear tube on the end closest to the tv that attached to a bucket on the ground. "The bucket is about the size of a mare's womb, it tells us how full your partners will be," Dr. Sporos told him through a speaker on the ceiling. "Any questions?" Duncan looked at the black reflective tv screen and asked: "what's that supposed to do?" Dr. Sporos laughed and said; "Motivate you. When you're ready the tv will turn on and from there it's self-explanatory." "Got it," Duncan responded. "Ready?" Dr. Sporos asked in a slow and deep voice. Duncan unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The sound of him stripping down in that small room echoed loud enough for Dr. Sporos to hear it over the mic. Dr. Sporos blushed to this sound and did his best to stay professional. "If anything goes wrong just yell, I'm going to be listening the whole time for safety reasons. Is that ok?" "Yeah it's fine," Duncan said dropping his pants. Duncan grabbed the bottom of his shirt and guided the fabric around his muscles. Duncan threw his shirt on the ground beside the stand and walked around the machine with nothing on. His heavy, full, musky balls swung around freely as he walked around. He wanted to see every last inch of this breeding machine before he made a mess out of it. He had used almost as many breeding mounts and cum collectors as actual mates but this one looked much nicer. He hadn't even heard of a bucket designed to hold the same volume as a mare's womb but there it was. Duncan remembers the size of every mare he's been with. Each time he finished their stomach was always noticeably inflated, shrunk back down as the mare absorbed all his seed, then grew to be only slightly bigger the day the foals were born. He wondered if the bucket could handle his load. Duncan knew there was only one way to figure that out as he inserted himself into the machine. His mushroom tip was a fraction of an inch away from the tip connecting to the bucket. His cock pushing against the tube turned the tv on in front of him. A logo popped up that read "The Best of Breeding." The top of the logo had a "stream of cum" that splashed out of the "hole" the cock was in and filled the screen with solid white before fading into black and revealing a menu screen. A logo popped up that read "The Best of Breeding."
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