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Travis got home from another hard day of work, his clothes clinging to him from sweat. The smithy was a demanding person and never took breaks... which meant his assistants also couldn't take breaks. Travis flipped through letters to see what was from friends and what was from bill collectors as he wandered slowly to the kitchen to get something to drink, but glancing past his handful of envelopes he spotted something even more interesting and immediately put them all down on the counter. The alchemy distiller he had set up by the sink was done blending the last potion!

The tube made a slight hiss from pressure equalizing as he popped the vial off the end of the device. Travis has been waiting for this for a week and a half! It took some time to brew the two potions he wanted, but they are both ready now! Work kept him too busy to really go out and find a girlfriend, and often too busy or tired to go out with a girlfriend if he already had one anyway. So he decided to have a little fun on his own, and made two potions to help. The potion he just finished brewing is actually meant for the exact opposite effect- it keeps people from having too much 'fun'. The murky blue contents of the vial are meant to prevent ejaculation; it is a chastity potion. The crystal clear pink potion he already brewed is a pleasure enhancer, meant to enhance pleasure without burning out or damaging the nerves, but also explosive orgasms; it converts ambient energy and clones the fluid already produced by the body.

So, what is the point in having both, you may ask? They have the exact opposite effects of one another, they would just cancel each other out you may think. What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable object? Travis predicted that both could still function without directly interfering. The enhancer will cause his pleasure to spike fast and high which would normally cause orgasm quickly... except the chastity potion won't allow it. It prevents orgasm, it doesn't hinder pleasure. It should force-edge him and allow the pleasure to go on for some time, till eventually the fluid multiplication of the pleasure potion simply forces ejaculation from lack of space. Balls make sperm but their capacity to actually store any is rather limited after all- they are living cells, their life span isn't long enough to have them just standing around already not doing anything.

Travis went to the bedroom with both vials and drank them as he got undressed- just tossing his clothes to the floor for now, they needed to be washed anyway. He put the empty vials on the nightstand and propped himself up at the head of the bed, grabbing his shaft as he looked up at the lewd painting he had hung over his bedroom door, hidden out of view of any guests he might have over but in plain sight for him. He shivered at a subtle and fast-moving tingling through his body from the potions; he could feel the point of origin of the tingle change as the potion trickled its way down to his actual stomach. Slowly but surely he became more sensitive... not just his dick but his entire body! Pleasure receptors became more perceptive but his pain receptors remained unchanged. Normally when a person becomes more sensitive they are more susceptible to being hurt, but that isn't the case here. It is like turning the resolution of an image up- he could feel things in higher detail, becoming aware of very subtle sensations his mind would have normally tuned out. When working his shaft he could feel the spring of the fatter veins in the shaft as his hand pulls them down and then they pop out under his grip to spring back into place before his hand makes the return trip up. The subtle bumps on his corona as his index and thumb gently bump the glans- the pleasure from them more raw than the rest of the phallus, so his touch doesn't linger there for long. The veins throb and fatten as the skin is made to stretch larger. The pulses cause the dick to twitch and the glans start to purple, swelling up so tight the skin texture is pulled entirely smooth.

Travis felt himself approaching orgasm not too far in, and instinctively tried to slow down even though his chastity potion should prevent him from needing to. The painting above his door is a lewd one- a literal depiction of a 'love triangle'. One woman lying on her back, another propped up on her face and another doing a sort of hand-stand between them; three women eating each other out, forming a triangle with their bodies. Travis' balls rocked up against his groin and his pleasure reached toward orgasm- this time he kept going at a steady pace, putting his faith in his miss-matched potions. The pleasure spiked but held; sure enough he was at orgasmic pleasure but not actually having one. His hips twitched involuntarily and he unconsciously curled his back a bit, lifting his head and shoulders off the bed and pumping his shaft quickly but with a light grip. The veins in his cock fattened even more, turning the whole shaft a diffused red like he was using a tight cock ring! His body engorges the phallus like this every time he climaxes but normally that only lasts a second or two, its holding the pose this time. His glans almost itched from the internal blood pressure, turning it a deep violet! His glans were so rock-hard and impossibly tight and engorged that it is bigger than he has ever seen it. He bopped his hand against the bottom of it repeatedly, just making small rapid motions under it on the latter half of his cock only- his hand could press quite firmly up onto the corona without being able to bend it. His urethra seemed to yawn open on its own- its own bulge on the underside of the shaft was unusually massive as well, as if trying and failing to fire a load through it. The opening was as wide as a pencil! His balls shimmied back and forth, grinding against his pelvic floor in preparation of release like two dogs at the front door of a house, but no one was opening the door.

Travis was running out of breath from going at his groin for so long, his body clenching in anticipation for so long his muscles were near cramping. He felt a mighty throb deep within his hips and an explosion of pleasure that could only be his prostate reaching critical mass, firing down the fluid to be mixed with the sperm. His balls finally relaxed a bit then tightened again rhythmically as they contributed to the massive load, and then... a pressure, no release. He felt an odd internal pressure which also felt good, but in a way he has never felt before. He also suddenly felt really pent up. Travis stopped pistoning his shaft to catch his breath and rest a bit- his arm starting to get sore at this point too. It is okay- the potions don't wear off for a good time, so as long as he still has the energy too, he can work himself back up to another orgasm. Heck thanks to the fluid multiplication portion of the concoction he doesn't even have to worry about dehydrating himself from cumming too much. Although... he doesn't seem to have cum at all this time.

Once he rested for a few minutes and caught his breath- Travis sat upright and took his shaft again but this time examining himself. His penis was softened down, but still fully erect; it just did not look like it was about to explode from blood pressure anymore. What caught his eye was his balls! They looked almost twice the size they were before! Formerly the size of chicken eggs, his balls were bigger than a baseball and maybe a hair smaller than a softball, each. His normally pretty loose scrotum was now full! Huh... so the chastity potion still kept it in, but he DID technically orgasm... it just never left his body. It backfired into the nearest place that could expand to store it- his balls. He cupped his nuts and hummed in pleasure. The weight and size felt so good filling the space between his legs. Travis immediately flopped back with his cock in hand and started to masturbate again, this time focusing only on the feeling of his now large balls to get himself off. Like last time the pleasure raised quickly, but unlike last time he felt his balls clench and his dick throbbed frantically- climaxing! Travis could actually hear the gurgle as his balls inflating even bigger! His urethra flexed like an open maw as if firing off a load even though nothing was coming out, and his balls surged larger with every throb! The two balls grew slightly off-beat from one another but ultimately ended up the same size. Now each testicle was almost as big as an ostrich egg- big enough around that either nut could eclipse his entire face!

Testicles are entirely muscles and tubes- and now felt like a muscle in permanent state of unending flex. Hard as stone even though they were still contained in silky soft layers of skin. Either oblong orb was too large to fit into a single hand! His scrotum had no empty space even when fully relaxed, with only enough give to allow his balls to bounce around still. Even when Travis let go of his penis and let the pleasure die down, his shaft still bobbed like it was trying to release something, it still felt like he was teetering on the edge of a release. So pent up, to dizzyingly aroused and needy; an ocean of cum slamming against the magical barrier with crushing force. He needed to cum so badly, surely another orgasm would be enough to tip the scale... right? He can't just balloon out forever, at some point the pressure will be too much and it will come out in spite of the chastity potion's efforts. This is already more than he had expected it to be able to do. Though, he has not had the alchemy brewing stand for too long, and has not had time to experiment much with the potency of the brews.

Travis had to spread his legs to give his balls enough room to actually sit between them now, and went to working his shaft again. His shaft never really stopped bucking, and his veins were still enormously fat, so it again did not take very long for him to reach a powerful climax... at least, in terms of sensation. Nothing came out, still. He groaned long and could hear a tight, muffled squelching sound from inside of his balls as they started to fill even further! They were not meant to be storage tanks! The veins looked darker on his scrotum now as the naturally wrinkled flesh started to pull tight, exposing the veins on the surface more. Each testicle popped up over his legs even though they were spread! They inflated to the size of a basketball each!!

Now Travis is nervous. Normally they could never get this big- they cannot possibly hold anywhere near this much, but the chastity potion is forcing them to be able to- using the magical side of its makeup to distort his body's natural function. So... if he cums again, will it finally be enough to ejaculate... or will he just make himself even larger? He loves the pleasure, and the feeling seems to be impossibly growing better with every orgasm, but rather than feel emptied out and satisfied after he just multiplies his need and becomes more desperate for release. Travis has an inner struggle with himself trying to decide what to do, try to ejaculate still and put faith in his original idea, or cut his losses and just wait till the potions effects end after seven or so hours. He groaned at himself again. Seven hours with this pressure throbbing at the base of his cock to get out would drive him insane.

He stands up to walk to the bathroom and splash some water on his face to try and clear his thoughts. His balls rock back and forth off his inner thighs as he walks, since they cannot possibly fit between his legs. Their weight tugging at his crotch causes all the muscles in his groin to clench. He starts panting and needs to lean against the wall as his walk slows to barely moving at all. The thing with being so massively engorged is... all the nerves are pulled thin. They are both stretched further out, but the tissue the nerves are inside of is pulled thin, putting the nerves as close to the surface as they can possibly get, making it that much easier to pleasure himself. And since his pleasure can go up but not release- that makes it increasingly easier to set himself off too, regardless of pleasure levels, in spite of technically already having climaxed several times. Travis paused his walking, shuddering a moment before bucking his hip forward abruptly and his legs trembled! Both he and his balls groaned at equal volume as they once again started to inflate with more cum! They felt SO tight, and the growth this time was more subtle... they are indeed running out of room- or at least they are trying to inflate faster than the skin can stretch. The balls themselves have a higher liquid mass in their tissue than the surface skin, so while they can stretch fairly easily- the surface skin is drier and requires more time to stretch properly. It felt like he had a pair of medicine balls attached to him! The scrotum was pulled too tight for it to swing around so the weight did not yank on his groin, but because they are filled entirely with dense liquid; they are VERY heavy. Even his taint expanded into a bloated tube behind his nuts from backed up fluid. He then felt a powerful pleasure from much deeper within and he squirmed so much from it that he nearly fell to the floor in spite of being leaned against the wall! Oh no- it still can't get out, but since his balls are much harder to expand, it caused the fluid to start backing up even deeper inside... his prostate is now blimping up with backfired liquid!

Travis was doing short bows- folded in half and gasping for breath between desperate moans! Inflating his prostate backwards was causing powerful waves of pleasure which was causing his pleasure state to rise even as the frantic twitching and pumping from his last orgasm tapered off... and renewed the entire thing. He hit his next orgasm before the last one even had a chance to completely finish! His balls were still growing, but slowly now because now they REALLY had to work to stretch. They are large enough around to now cover his knees, in spite of being firmly pressed into his groin as well, so their length is greater than his thighs. The pleasure started to slow as his prostate also started to struggle to engorge any larger, and finally the constant pleasure stopped. Now it only throbbed on occasion; infrequent enough at least that he was not auto-climaxing.

Travis made some stuttered movements, trying to get to the bathroom, but every tiny movement he made caused pleasure. His glans were permanently violet now and the veins around his shaft so fat that his dick almost looked lumpy. He finally made it to the bathroom, taking micro-steps dragging his feet on the carpet of the hall, because taking a full step might risk setting himself off. Travis could barely think- the need for release was so dizzying that his brain felt like it was drowning in cum too. His body's instincts were screaming at him to release, while his muted conscious mind was trying to rationalize that he probably can't. The pleasure potion doesn't affect the strength of ejaculation just the amount of pleasure and amount of fluid- while the chastity potion directly affects ejaculation by stopping it entirely. Both potions were indeed still active like he expected; they did not cancel one another, but they also are not interacting with one another like he had hoped. As much as he wanted release, and his mind kept telling him maybe one more will finally do it... it is more likely one more won't do anything but make it even worse, and it is already bad. He groaned and shuffled up to the sink to try and splash some water on his face and cool himself off a bit but shuddered and froze up a moment. His balls reached the cabinet below the sink before he could reach the sink. Pressing on them suddenly like that caused the pressure to shove up against the base of his urethra, threatening to force the fluid up and out finally but unable to. It also forced some of the pressure back, stretching the walls of his prostate and causing a pleasure burst. He carefully rest his engorged balls against the cabinet and leaned far over to get to the sink without crushing his nuts in the process. The touch against his tight scrotum felt so good though, and he unintentionally thrust forward, grinding his balls against it and as soon as his purpled glans press into it he bends even further forward, grabbing the sides of the sink for support as he orgasms again!

His prostate tingles with pressure, his balls slowly start to grow more, his urethra makes a quiet *smeck* sound as it opens itself trying to release anything at all. Travis's eyes open wide and he cries out in worried surprise as he feels an explosion of fluid inside of himself! He immediately feels the need to go to the bathroom so he knows right away what must have happened- his prostate overflowed... backwards, into his bladder. He needs to pee because his bladder is filling with cum! Wait, that is it! The potion doesn't prevent him from going to the bathroom! Still cumming into his own bladder, he leans heavily on the edge of the sink for support and shuffles his body to the side to aim his dick at the toilet- he can just piss his cum out... or so he thought- nothing happens. He started to feel like he needed to go worse and worse- now a growing need to pee on top of his overwhelming need to cum. Problem is, the urethra is used for both of those things, and it can't do both. Barring your bladder hitting critical mass- sex overrides the need to use the bathroom, shutting down the pathway to the bladder to instead re-route to the prostate. Also it is still cum, so it may not have worked regardless- the potion still regards it as ejaculate and holds it back from any route of escape. He unintentionally jacked his dick several times after peeing failed just on instinctive reflex and had to pull his hand back. He could feel his bladder swelling larger and fuller, needing release but unable to. At least the feeling was less sharp than needing to pee- well, actual pee- since the acidity level isn't even remotely close. His balls were now like mid-sized beach balls, eclipsing most of his legs even though he is fully standing, and held so tightly in the scrotum which is blushing pink, and the veins in its surface almost look black in contrast. The other problem is that the amount of fluid keeps going up- it multiplies what his balls produce, but his testicle's capacity keeps being forced bigger, which means the potion has more fluid to multiply. His ball's growth is slow now but still increasing each time, and thus so is the amount he cums with each climax. Luckily it only multiplies what is in the immediate area of the testicles- not the rest of the backup.

Well, now Travis is afraid to move. He stands perfectly still for some time trying to think of his situation through his need-clouded mind. He kept unconsciously clenching the muscles in his groin to prevent himself from pissing by accident before reminding himself with his conscious mind that it did not matter, nothing will come out regardless, there is no point in trying to hold it in. He slowly started to shuffle his way out of the bathroom again to get back to bed. He needs to not move and get his mind off this as best he can- sleep seems the only viable option to do those things. But as he shuffled his pleasure built in tickling jolts, even tiny movements now caused it. There is so much fluid in him that when he moves the liquid rocks back and forth, and the waves of liquid are petting his insides with their movement, which causes his pleasure to build! He barely got out of the bathroom before clenching the doorframe tightly on either side to hold himself up as his body shuddered and he had another orgasm! His bladder tingled with pressure, already full to capacity with nowhere to go. Or nowhere it is supposed to be able to go anyway. Travis gasped and then let out a massive belch as air was forced up out of his guts by a massive burst of cum, erupting from his bladder backwards into his stomach!! The sudden movement inside of his stomach made him feel queezy. He kept releasing small burps as gasses from his stomach were forced out of the way to make room. His stomach acid was quickly diffused into the growing pool of cum. Travis's burps even smell of his cum! It felt too good to resist though- it was a sort of release, he is... sort-of ejaculating. Just... backwards, and into himself. He started to feel full! His gut started to push out, and then he felt overfull, groaning and holding his poor gut. It was SO heavy. It felt like his body weight had tripled in the last while from liquid mass- and it likely has. His feet pressed hard into the floor under him, not accustomed to carrying so much. He could actually feel the burbling, churning liquid rise up in his stomach toward its top, almost like a bubble of gas working its way up and out. The moment he felt it touch his esophagus from the bottom he tried to wretch! He can vomit cum out! No. No he cannot. Nothing came out. It is still regarded as ejaculate by the potion. It doesn't matter what end it arrives at- it cannot leave his body. The pressure was too much for it to move down when he swallows, but the potion too strong for it to move up when he tries to vomit, so it is trapped in place.

Still shuddering as the last orgasm died down, he tried desperately to get to his bedroom but immediately tripped! He had not been paying attention to the size of his balls increasing- they are now large enough to rest against the floor, which means they overlapped his feet. As soon as he tried to take a step his foot was caught on his own testicle and tripped him, causing him to fold over forward and slump down- and for a moment unfortunately rest the weight of his upper body against his balls via his hands on top of them. The sudden pressure against them immediately rippled through all the liquid clogging his body, firing back through him and causing another explosive orgasm, still a bit bigger than even the last one! Travis leaned back, watching his balls rise higher, now resting on the floor but their tops still high enough to eclipse his chest when he is on his knees! His gut also started to swell outward now rapidly- because his stomach was already filled to the top! The fluid rose up into his chest almost reaching the back of his throat before stopping abruptly and holding fast, as if having hit an invisible wall. At least it didn't rise high enough to block his breathing. Travis' mouth hung open and he forced himself to gag several times but nothing came of it. The cum was so close to his mouth he could practically taste it, and it was absolutely bizarre to have something that high up in his throat but not have it come up and out, nor sink any lower, or choke him. He felt an unusual heat building and looked down in awe as he realized his thighs were slowly getting larger along with his stomach and balls! That shouldn't even be possible! There is nothing in his thighs to store any fluids! Oh, except his blood vessels and arteries of course. Which feed nutrients to his muscles and skin... which are now also being stuffed with cum. Oh no... ignoring biological functionality entirely- the chastity potion is MAKING room for cum, no matter what. His entire body is slowly becoming more cum than man! It is treating him like a living condom! It is going to inflate every last inch of his body if it has to, to make sure no cum can escape, but the other potion keeps demanding more pleasure and more cum!

Causing his muscles and organ tissue to inflate is gently applying pressure to all his internals too- which again triggers orgasms! The orgasms cause him to shudder and clench, and gently thrust his hips on reflex... which causes the liquid inside of him to ripple and slosh, which pets his insides with its gentle hot waves, and causes more orgasms! He is practically in a state of self-perpetuating climax! His nerves are stretched so thin, and so easily played with that his own body is triggering its own orgasms without his conscious input whatsoever. His thighs swelled massively, becoming softer and rounder, then started to firm as the skin was stretched to capacity. His ass ballooned out, and then his lower legs started to grow too. Being a very heavy fluid, it naturally sunk as low into his body as possible. His toes became fat spheres on the ends of his now chubby feet. The pressure was forcing his legs to stretch out straight or risk cutting off the flow of blood too... except now the flow of blood was also tainting more of his body with cum. He could not flop forward or he would be resting on his own nuts, so he had to flop to his side and then roll onto his back. The moment he hit his side; Travis could feel the ripple through his entire body like he was made of jelly! His pleasure spiked and his hips thrust forward into another massive orgasm, and he rolled onto his back. Rolling to his back yanked the weight of his tremendous growing balls up off the floor and onto his lap because the scrotum didn't have enough slack to allow them to sit beside him. He quickly moved his legs out to the sides as far as he could to try and allow them room. All it did was allow most of their weight to sit on the floor between his legs- their sides still completely enveloped his swollen legs. His legs were starting to become cone shaped, and his ass was so big and firm from being inflated with cum that it forced his legs to be slightly bent so his ass could squish downward against the floor, or put his lower back at a painful angle.

Travis moaned and panted, and started to gently rock back and forth on his increasingly bloated, liquid mass. He can't do it... he cannot stop cumming! It feels so good, and no matter what he tries to do it just keeps coming anyway- so there is no point. Why resist when you are guaranteed to fail and you enjoy it anyway? He decided to just lean into it, grab his dick and rock his liquid-packed nuts on the carpeted floor and just enjoy it turning him into a cum balloon. After about seven hours the potions should wear off and he will explode hot goo from every orifice he has and be able to shrink back down anyway, so why bother fighting it now? Not only was touching his dick incredibly pleasurable, but the ripples it sent into his body from where his fist met his inflated groin. The veins on his cock bloated inhumanly fat, but their violet coloration grew more pale... cum tainted the blood. That is a new meaning to the term white blood cells. His cock started to get fatter at its mid-point, inflating it at first to the proportions of a football. Then the glans engorged beyond what was normally physically possible, becoming a giant bell shape- almost too heavy for the shaft to support, but then the shaft started to stretch longer as well. The penis is already naturally meant to expand with fluid- so it is even easier to inflate than any other body part. It became as thick as a beer can and as long as his forearm, then as thick as his thighs used to be and as long as his entire arm! It was far too big for his hands to possibly cover much or hold all the way around, but it did not matter. He could feel the liquid mass sloshing up and down with the motions of his hand, sending ripples through its entire length regardless. The enormously inflated glans were as big as his actual head! The red and violet coloration faded away though in spite of it being more engorged than ever- because now it was fed by inverted cum. It is feeding off its own produce, growing larger and needier, a monolithic idol of his obscene levels of desire. Travis pants, breathing so hard and grunting like a crazed animal, absolutely consumed in his debilitating need to release. His need to cum- heck his need to go to the bathroom from either end and unable to- because all it is, is more cum. It was pushing, trying to erupt from every hole he has but could not escape any, not so much as a drop made it out.

His entire body made muffled sloshing and gurgling sounds the further up the inflation went, and tight, quiet squelching sounds from his lower body where it struggled to find more room. His legs were so enormously inflated he could no longer bend them- they were held straight by liquid pressure so he could not possibly stand up again even if he somehow summoned the will power to stop touching himself. He watched as his fingers became chubby, the inflating moving up through his arms. His stomach was so big it obscured his vision of his enormously engorged cock except for the tremendously huge mushroom head peeking over. The urethral opening was agape and undulating, trying its hardest to force out the contents but nothing came. Soon his gut became so huge it was too firm for him to bend his torso and it forced him down flat- he could only reach the base of his dick. Then his arms started to become so round with cum that his joints started to get yanked straight by pressure and he could not touch his dick at all anymore! Not that it really mattered- he will cum regardless now. The movement and pressure created from one orgasm creates the next orgasm. Each one creates a bit more cum than the last, and each one makes it easier to trigger the next- till there is nothing to define one orgasm from the other. It is just one without end. An endless deluge of hot, thick liquid rocking his body like a boat on the ocean. His balls never stopped expanding, always getting a little bit bigger- growing at a very slow rate, but steadily even still. Now each testicle so big around that you could have fit his entire former body size inside of either nut.

Travis' body was forced into a sort of T-pose by liquid pressure and even the veins and neck itself bloated massively. Then even the soft tissue around his head started to inflate, making his face plump looking, then his lips became huge. Even the tongue in his mouth became swollen! He could TASTE his cum in his mouth, even though there was none in his mouth itself- his tongue was saturated with it so it had seethed into the taste buds from the INSIDE.

"F-f... f-f-uuuhhhck. Hhhow... how muuuch...?"

His vision started to become blurry and... milky? Oh god, cum mixing with the fluid mass of his EYES?! He started to rise up off the floor, from his body becoming rounder. Even his back was inflated at this point. His arms and legs started to become wider and wider cones- his fingers and toes nothing more than plump bubbles on the ends! His involuntary thrusts and squirming caused his body to groan like strained leather. Then his heart jumped at that thought. Oh no. The potions keep him cumming and keep the cum in. There is no effect to allow his body to stretch. He HAS been stretching because cum is literally forcing its way between his normal cells, making him a higher percentage of fluid mass- which can obviously stretch a lot easier. At some point he becomes too much fluid to hold a shape, and pops! There is no potion effect to hold his BODY together!

Realizing he is running out of room everywhere, Travis thrashes around the best he can in a panic but that only sends sharp bursts of pleasure through his form and reminds him that he cannot stop. He can't even feel his bones anymore when he moves... have they become so saturated that his skeleton itself has become cum? The stretching sounds become louder, he becomes bigger, and his body becomes more and more pale. Even his dick was stretched into a cone shape now from over inflation! His arms and legs just bubbles on his sides, his body a giant sphere! His neck was stretched out into obscurity and his face was to inflated his cheeks and lips no longer allowed him to actually open his mouth.

His moans were just a muffled humming down behind swollen lips. His dick now as thick as his torso used to be and shaped like a fat mushroom. His balls are each almost as big as his tremendously round body. His limbs swallowed almost entirely into his rounding form to the point of not even being recognizable as anything, and even his head was starting to join the sphere of his form, forcing him to look up away from himself since his neck was yanked flat with the growing curve already. His body groaned and gurgled with the churning fluid. More and more of it was cum, less and less of it was Travis. He became even more pale, almost white. Almost cum. He wanted to ejaculate sooo bad, so desperately that he could cry cum- but the potion wouldn't allow even that much release. His body started to undulate as it frantically orgasmed and tried to make more cum but had no room left anywhere to put it. His potions had turned his entire existence into an orgasm! The pressure throbbed aggressively, yanking him as tight as he could go, causing the last few cells of his body to groan like the floorboards of an old house before being stretched into obscurity! He turned solid white and his mass tightened a moment with the onslaught of a gigantic final orgasm before he literally exploded! With a mightly *bloosh* a tidal wave of cum erupted at high pressure in all directions, absolutely painting the entire length of the hallway with two inches of cum, including up the walls and across the roof!

Fiiiiiiinally... release. That felt... so, unbelievably good. Wait, how did it feel like anything at all? He should be dead. But if he is dead, how is he thinking to know that he should be dead? Travis tried to open his eyes, and did. He looked around but only seen white. The white goo was so concentrated that it painted whatever surface it touched and did not swiftly run off. His point of view was... the floor? Was he tiny now? His perspective was barely over the level of cum pooled on the floor. He tried to stand up and then did... without using his arms, he just rose up off the floor? He tried to lift an arm and looked down before he could, and realized what happened to him. The potions effects were still working for several hours. It will absolutely not let the cum leave him, no matter what- even if he has no body. Travis literally IS his cum! The semen is being magically bound to his soul. When he wills part of his body to move, it forms out of the cum and moves with him. He can will other shapes onto himself as well- still head in the clouds he practices this by moving all the excess cum mass entirely into his cock, making it long enough to penetrate the entire hallway. Thanks to the potions he had reverse-ejaculated enough spunk to make three or four bodies for himself out of, so he can either be one giant version of himself or have a ton of leftovers for other modifications. This means he is also theoretically immortal. As long as he keeps drinking the chastity potions to keep himself tethered to the fluid he cannot die from any conventional means- if you stab him with a sword it will just pass through him without doing anything at all.

He chuckled and shook his head at the absurdity of the situation. Well, this is not at all what he was expecting. He cannot deny the results though- a new more... fluid body, and the longest edged orgasm his mind could handle followed by a literally explosive orgasm. The brewing stand was a good investment... he should try mixing more.