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James wasn't a thoroughbred, but he was a horse. To be blunt, so was his penis. Blunt, that is. He was happy with his body. Relatively muscular, healthy, and just the right size as far as anyone was concerned. But the problem he had wasn't with size, or stamina, or even fertility. He could eat and drink all day, but none of the diets and supplements James tried had worked.

Of course, they failed only up until the last one he tried. It wouldn't be much to write about if he didn't break his streak of luck. What it did was finally free him of the seemingly incurable condition of weak output. By that, it is meant he doesn't cum a lot. Not even an average amount. Just a tiny spurt, maybe two. What comes out is perfectly healthy, it's just so... little.

The latest supplement was a spongy substance. James chewed on it like the directions instructed him to. He followed them word for word, not wanting to risk ruining his chances. The lack of flavor concerned him, but he just reread the label a few more times, finding the dosage warning rather humorous: "Taking more than the recommended dosage may cause unwanted swelling, stretch-marks, and intense discomfort." He massaged his smooth, black scrotal sack, getting concerned over growing discomfort in that area.

"If I get the last symptom without the first I'm going to be really freakin' pissed" James thought to himself. His massaging changed to fondling, and he realized that the discomfort was his sack being taught, but without an erection. He was completely flaccid, barely poking out of his sheath. His heart started racing at the excitement; something finally works! As he let it drop, he gasped at the feeling of extra weight. It wasn't bigger, but full. James had to be sure this wasn't just in his mind, and he couldn't wait to find out.

Pulling his penis from its sheath, he was nearly giggling in happiness. He gripped the head of it and kneaded it while working the length with his other hand. Falling onto his back, bouncing slightly from the bed's give, he quickened his pace. With all sorts of messy thoughts going through his mind, he felt more aroused than he ever recalled being. The hand on his shaft gripped the base as the other moved to furiously rub the top and bottom just below the head.

Bucking, he felt pressure building he had not felt before. With each twitch of his hips, the pressure seemed to increase, higher and higher. And then, he clenched his face and just as a grunt escaped, something splattered across it. Then it happened again. Opening his eyes, he moved his head just in time to avoid a splatter to the eyes, but caught it in his mouth through the opening he had grunted through. He licked his lips, and as he felt another shot coming on, he positioned himself and got it all in his mouth this time. Smearing it around with his tongue, he tried to place the taste, but stopped as he realized he felt another spurt coming. Instead, his hands worked his penis quicker and harder than he had ever done. It seemed as if it would never happen. Just as the seconds were starting to drag on, with one last frantic strengthening of pace he moaned at the final release, falling just short of his outstretched tongue. He slumped, panting in tiredness, but with a smile of satisfaction.

After how annoying it was to clean up, James decided he wouldn't do that again except right before showering. In the interim, though, he kept chewing the supplements; even buying an extra box just to be sure he didn't run out before the big event. The plan, at the very least, was for it to be big. He had never ignored a warning or exceeded a dose in his life before today. With no listed problems being dangerous, and one particular symptom that was looked forward to, this was the day he finally broke step. No more than one before ejaculation, and no more than two per day was what each packet said. James happily ignored it.

With a spreadsheet open, he kept track of the results with both a cloth measuring tape and pictures from his digital camera. After fiddling with the settings to get the pictures in focus, he placed the camera and tripod in an easy to use location just off to the side. /Chk chk/.

Packet Circumf. (cm) Link to picture Notes 0 28 TPWC0094.JPG Normal 1 28 TPWC0095.JPG After 30m, heavier. After ~1h, stopped getting heavier. I think. 2 28.5 TPWC0096.JPG Feeling really tight 3 29 TPWC0097.JPG A little discomfort 4 29 TPWC0098.JPG A bit worse, will wait until tomorrow (now tomorrow, same size but feel looser, onto... ) 5 30 TPWC0099.JPG Plumped up really quickly, I guess I stretched over night 6 32 TPWC0100.JPG Awesome :D 7 40 TPWC0101.JPG OMFG. Do you see these?! 8 42 TPWC0102.JPG Slowing down and pain's back. Getting really hard to not fondle myself all the time, but I don't want to go off too soon. Sleep time. 9 51 TPWC0103.JPG I shit you not. SHIT. YOU. NOT. 10 60 TPWC0104.JPG So happy I'm on winter vacation, can't walk as easily anymore. :D 11 70 TPWC0105.JPG It's like there's nothing slowing them down anymore. Been drinking a lot of water; wonder if that's helped. 12 79 TPWC0106.JPG End of the first box. This is just freakin' awesome. I'm giggling to myself like crazy now. 13 82 TPWC0107.JPG They're starting to get less... round. Seems like they're extending downwards, a bit ovalish. 14 82.5 TPWC0108.JPG Change in shape is really obvious, almost pointy on the bottom. Think I might stop; not sure if that's bad or not. Don't really like it either way. 15 82.8 TPWC0109.JPG Yeah, I'm counting those fractions. It's not painful, but I think I'm going to stop. They're driving me nuts (har har) and I just /need/ to use them.

James half-waddled to the bathroom, trying to avoid slapping his legs with the pair of rotund orbs, dangling as if they were clinging to his crotch for dear life. He knew what was going to happen; what had to happen, even. As he slid into the empty bathtub, he wondered whether it was a benefit or not to have an apartment to himself. He had his camcorder recording the scene, but he was, to a degree, disappointed in the lack of a person physically being there.

With a sigh, he started groping his sack, now grotesquely large compared to how they used to be, but he just smirked at how smaller the rest of him seemed. The groping changed to kneading, and his penis started to slither out. A frown briefly appeared as he momentarily wished the currently limp meat had grown, too, but faded as he reminded himself that wasn't what had caused him grief. "It even made up for it a bit" he mused to himself, thinking to past encounters.

The penis lay slightly out on his stomach. James pondered it for a moment before deciding to try something different. His hands shifted to be around the base of his cock, and instead of grabbing it, slid into his sheath. Rubbing the walls of it in a circular motion, he slide down as far as he could go, noticing that through the front he could rub his swollen balls. Poking and prodding them, he shuddered as precum started to ooze over his abdomen. Removing a hand, he used it to sample a taste, before inspiration struck him. He scooped it up and started smearing it around inside the sheath. Before he could try working his shaft, however, he tensed as the tip leaked again. But this time, it quickly went from precum to full ejaculate. With his heart quickening, he realized he was twitching inside, and wasn't stopping. Pulse after pulse, the sticky white liquid came pouring out, steaming slightly in the cold winter air sucked in by the shower fan.

He couldn't help himself, and made fists inside the sheath, bulging it and squeezing the penis, rubbing and working the sides and balls as hard as he could. His smooth sack was now slick all over, and all these sensations were driving him wild. He slid down to be completely on his back, and as his legs went up to let the rest of him fit in the tub, it happened. Sounds seemed to stop, then came whistling back as he spasmed violently as his shaft flopped about, coating him and most of the tub. With each twitch deep inside him pushing out more liquid and each jerk outside from his muscles tightening, he became more and more light headed.

Still kneading the inside of his sheath, he came to as the feelings subsided. He was breathing heavily, and surprised at how warm he felt. Looking down his chest, he saw the mess he had made of himself. He licked his face and turned onto his side. James nearly choked with laughter when he noticed how much the tub had filled. Impulsively he lapped at it, then swallowed it slowly, unsure if it was a good idea. But he couldn't help himself. He kept licking it up, with an ever quickening vigor, and with each gulp he wondered why he was doing it and when it would end. Only after the tub was virtually clean of his mess, did he stop and stand up. Weak kneed and with the added weight, he had to hold onto the curtain as he leaned over and turned off the camera. He slipped back in and closed the curtain. It was the best shower he ever had and he hadn't even started it yet.

Webster Leone, 26 February 2010