VigoRx - 1.2 - The Build Up
VigoRxChapter 1 - The Get TogetherPart 2 - The Build UpIn the LabBob flips on the recorder. "Subject 8 is now showing the full effect of the initial intent of the drug, even though at significantly lower dosage. The previously impotent animal is now fully erect. As with previous subjects, the arousal seems to overwhelm the subject, causing a hyper sexualized state. We just retrieved a pre-seminal fluid sample for testing. We anticipate the amount of hormone in the subject will be well above the initial dosage at this stage of the developing condition." "It's a shame. My theory was correct. This is probably the best anti-impotence drug conceived by man, and in theory perfectly harmless, being just a more primeval version adolescent hormones. To bad it gets rooted in the endocrine system and kicks it into overdrive."Flipping off the recorder, Bob turns to Jean. "Get Brett yet?" A coffee straw strikes him on the chin, causing an instant laugh. Bob clutches a random test sheet, crumples and throws it at Jean playfully. Standing back up from dodging, he says, "Yeah. He was really resistant, but he's bringing over the transport van and chemicals.""Does he know what's going on?""Figured it'd be easier to show him." Jean blushes.Squeaks erupt from the cage, along with several ample white streams. Bob walks over and reads some sensors.Bob flips back on the recorder. "The subject has just finished its first ejaculation. His breathing and heart rate are slightly elevated, as it should be after physical activity, but otherwise his vitals are fairly normal still. This first experience seems to be a bit overwhelming, and I hypothesize the subject's system goes back to normal to rest, but if subject 8 holds true to the other observed specimens, he'll be aroused again soon and start escalating into a super sexualized state, which without sexual stimulus seems to be usually within an hour. With stimulus its practically immediate."A couple sugar cubes hit Bob's gut. Smiling, Bob flips off the recorder, "C'mon. Stop throwing those at me, Jean." In Brett's BathroomA knock at the door startles John, "I have to run to the lab quick," Brett yells from the other side.John distractedly nods at the door. Realizing Brett couldn't hear a nod, he slaps his head, getting his hand a little sweat slick as it contacts his heated brow. He then audibly yells back, "Okay.""Try not to have too much fun until I get back."John stares down at his angry eight inches and halfheartedly replies, "I'll try!"Brett's Shadow moves away from the crease of the door, leaving John back with his problem.He had entered with all the intent of giving his bladder a bit of relief, but the stiffened cock in his hand was giving him trouble. John finds himself sitting down, angling the intensifying wood down into the bowl by leaning over like a football player to just finish taking a whiz. He hadn't had to do something like that since he was a hormone riddled teen with painful hardons. Carefully backing out, delicately avoiding scraping the back of the head on the underside rim, he stares down his angry wood. He contemplates belting the eight inches to his thigh, but changes his mind when he squeezes the shaft and feels the old chills run up his spine. He peers to see if the lock is engaged and then begins pulling the foreskin up and down around the head.In the LabBob, leaning back and groaning, says, "Well, there's a few things I can say for certain." Jean swallows and wipes his chin. Mumbling, he asks, "What?"Bob shifts in his seat, and swings his full proud eleven inches up against Jean's cheek, so that he can greedily start working the shaft again. "You got a little too close to the cage with the coffee, that wasn't creamer, and the drug does cure impotence in humans." He looses his pants down around his fuzzy rump. "I haven't gotten this hard in.." The pants drop, soon followed by the underwear. Bob muses, "I guess.. about a year for every inch."Back in the BathroomJohn raises the toilet tissue cradle up over the head of his steaming red cock. The tissue wets and clings to the slit, dribbling with anticipation. John raises his rear off the seat and rocks his hips into his palms, anticipating the quickly forming release. He manages to strangle his triumphant cry into a struggled series of grunts. The tissue heavies in is palm in bursts. A pool of white fills up and over the top, as the last sprays overflow the tissue basin, sending it back over the top of his cock head to dribble down the shaft to his stroking grip. John's body spasms wholly to a last couple straining attempts to release more. John flops back against the toilet basin, huffing as he drops the wet wad into the bowl beneath. He labors a forearm to his forehead sweat before grabbing a few tissues to clean the remnants clinging about him. He tugs up his pants and rinses his palms. Taking a breath and pressing on his blushed cheeks, he decides upon a diversionary story for the friends he left ten minutes before. Lethargically he lumbers back to his friends laughing away in the other room, who were oblivious to the ecstasy that just took place.Grant gets up awkwardly as John rounds the the couch, kind of hunched to the side and trying to fit a hand into his right pocket. "I thought you'd never get out," he grunts. Grant manages three hunchback like steps before pausing. He ambles another half step, his face visibly flushing and wincing in seeming concentration. All eyes now on him, Grant shuffles slowly in microsteps, taking a snails pace towards the bathroom, though still by his friends and at least twenty feet from the bathroom. Devastating the hush, John blurts, "Everything ok?"Grant startles, standing slightly. His burning erection gets clutched by his belt line then slips past as he straightens. The hard grip on the shaft is too exciting, and he instinctively starts humping into his waistband, brain awash in endorphins.Michael, recognizing the motion and smiling like Christmas, looks to John in some ecstatic need for someone else to acknowledge what he was seeing. John's expression was befuddled. His eyes go back and forth between Grant, his own crotch and then moves on to the beer bottles on the table. An angered glare shoots towards the front door that Brett recently left.John turns back. Words were forming but faltering momentarily in his mouth at the sight of Michael freeing Grant's six inches and swallowing it to the tonsils, with Grant urgently agreeing and pulling Michael's head in to do so. He feels his jeans starting to tent abruptly, and sighs, "Brett put something in our beers."In the LabWiping his lips, Jean scrambles up off his knees. Bob, pinching the tip while rolling the latex, hungrily watches Jean lay back against the counter. Jean fiddles off his remaining bit of clothing, his socks, then wavers between laying his legs relaxed off the end and holding them up at his sides. Self conscious, he glances back and forth between his lower sized average cock and the doubly as large one hoisted vein hard on Bob. He comes to rest one leg up, the other off, awkwardly, eagerly waiting.Bob had always been an accepting man, not caring about sexuality, but he never felt any attraction to men. Now, with Jean laying out in front of him, his mind throbbed with want, his eyes ran down Jean's torso with more lust than he had felt in his whole fifty years. Enjoying Jean's red Scottish curls, the unkempt looking thicket running along his legs and rear, Bob feels his hand through it. Jean's cock dripping onto his stomach glazing bellow the navel jumps at the contact. Jean's gut tenses, and the arm holding his leg lifts, spreading his left cheek to reveal his tufted pucker. Eyes fixating in, Bob spreads Jean's cheeks aside, eliciting a gasp from his assistant. The short dwarf of a man leans slightly down, touching his facial hair to Jean's crease. His tongue laps at the hole. Jean tenses, takes several short breaths then moans. His forearms wrap his knees, and he rolls with euphoric relief back, pulling his legs up and apart with him. Bob brings his thick fingers to grip Jean's hamstrings, enthusiastically feeling the stringy strength of his assistant's legs. He works at Jean's folds, feeling them loosen for him with each fervent prod. Bob brings his hands down and tugs apart Jean's loose folds. He lashes his tongue across the sensitive depth that he uncovers.Jean's toes curl. His breath tugs in spastic short gasps. His balls pucker as he bites his lip. His cock releases several good gushes of cum into his navel. He groans slowly, relishing the sudden unexpected release, which was a sizable one for him. He hardly had time to register a thought before Bob was tugging his rear off the edge of the table enthusiastically. Jean catches himself on the edge of the table with his elbows, as Bob's arms hold his legs at his side. Jean feels a spongy latex clad heat press up along his cheeks. He hardly musters a, "wait," before Bob aims and starts to drive within. A moment of pain, then relief makes his whole body tense and gasp. A moment of extended heat, then a twinge of pleasure, and he releases a surprised, "oh?" inciting Bob's pride and harder drive. Jeans half soft cock pulses back upwards. Intense pressure giving in, a slight sliding along inside, Jean feels his hole quiver and an electric rush well as latex slides past his previously virgin surface.In Brett's Living RoomJohn tries to clear his thoughts, but just the scent in the room was dragging it right back down into the gutters. Worse his cock is painfully bent straining right against the clasps of his zippers. He wants to adjust it towards his hip, but seeing how Grant had humped his buckle, he doesn't know if he'd fair much differently. Moment by moment, he strains to keep his mind free, but the moans and smacking of lips loving cock is just too much. His eyes drift to his side and start watching Grant thrust down Michael's throat. Grant's grip tightens on Michael, dragging the head into his pubes as he madly bucks into the back of the throat. John watches Michael's eyes widen, then his throat gulp. Michael pushes himself off Grant, and several final releases leap from the head onto Michael's cheek, then throat and chest.John groans, following by his jeans groaning. Breaths coming hard, sweat mustering around his collar, his lusting gaze meets Grant's. Grant looks down to the complaining full fabric, darkening with precum. His loosening cock changes directions to turn back upwards, skimming Michael's ear who is aimed looking at John, too.A brackish musky scent fills John's nostrils. Heat wells in his chest and his cock surges. With a pop, one clasp in John's groin gives, followed by a second, third, forth then fifth. Black stretchy brief's fabric bursts through the given pants slit, a bubble of clear precum pushing through to form along the tip. In the LabJean looses a cry lowering to guttural approval. The new sensation, just pleasure rippling and radiating from where Bob sank deeper into him, quickly spread into his groin, into his legs and tickling the base of his spine, and it surges through him so intensely fast that his still partly soft cock gives up another load. Jean manages a few harsh spastic breaths, arches back as his rubbery member truly gushes this time, out onto his left hip and slops onto the floor. Jean begins to feel something new, a tension mounting between his legs. The first shot was a pleasurable flow, but his second came with his cock oddly hardening. Jean's dick lifting, aiming straighter and the flow of cum modestly hopping to strike left of his navel. The third shot got caught in a strong clenching through his groin, while his cock swung and bobbled to aim turgid at his chest. A flutter of euphoria as the muscles spastically let go. Jean roars triumphantly as as his cock fires one harsh thick shot to explode across his chest. Then it stops. Bob exclaims, "this is ama.." but is cut short as Jean leans forward into a kiss and guides him to the floor to sit on his cock. Bob grips Jean's hips and pushes inwards. Jean stretches, like the giving of a silken sponge. Jean arches forward, landing his forehead down on Bob's chest. He whimpers, his rear pressing energetically back. His hands disappear down into his groin. His shoulders and arms bounce forward and back as he strokes his maddeningly hard cock. Bob plants a hand onto the flat of Jean's back and caresses, while he slowly digs again deeper into Jean. As he presses, the more he notices how tight it feels. Jean's body feels like it's getting to small to accommodate him. He realizes his body is starting into the second phase, and it wasn't Jean getting smaller.Jean sits up, Bob's cock harshly digging deep. Jean plants a hand behind him, so he can hold himself off Bob, keeping the distance to not bottom out painfully. Jean's face is flustered. He drops down onto Bob then lifts off, thrusting his pelvis so that his sloppy dripping cock fucks its way into his clenching fist. Again he gorges down onto Bob and fucks up into his fist. He continues propped on two legs and one arm pleasuring himself down onto Bob and back up into his fist. Bob watches his groin. He sees his cock getting consumed in Jean then drop free, engorging thicker then he had ever seen it before. Jean comes down but struck his depth quicker and pulls without covering the last inch of Bob's cock. Each time Jean comes down, he reaches his extents sooner, leaving more and more shaft unsatisfied.Jean moans, "You're so fucking big."As Jean rambles obscenities and calls to deities, Bob reaches for his cock. As his hand gets closer, the more distorted his cock appears. His fingers touch the fat vein leading up the shaft. It is as thick as his index. Trying to grip the shaft, his hand can't reach around. The part being left unsatisfied was getting to be as long as most men's cocks.Jean's swears reach a fever pitch. His voice cracks into a shocked moan. He fucks furiously into his fist, his hole tightening on the end of Bob's cock. Jean's cock head thickens sickly red, prepared to release. Jean looses the focus to hold himself up.As he jerks his cock, his body lowers hard onto Bob. Moment by moment, as Jean furiously strokes his cock to shoot, more and more of Bob begins to fit back in. As his body bucks all its strength into five fingers, the audible pop of joints and spine come just barely through the groans. Jean leans forward. His shadow dropping across Bob's torso, but by each moment, his body eclipses more. Jean flips onto knees, planting one hand beside Bob's head for balance. Staring up that arm, Bob watches the sinewy appendage bulk. Eyes fixing onto Jean's torso, he watches the smooth lanky frame of his assistant give way. The flat skin stretches, muscle and thick bone grows out from beneath. Bob could no longer see the light, Jean's body covers him. The best he can see is just outline of a writhing moaning beast. The body above him arches back. Light blaring into his eyes, Bob's vision blurs. Into focus comes Jean's abdominal perfection stretching from lean built pecs to obscene package. Both of Bob's hands wrap the shaft, slicking the entire surface swiftly with the clear gel dribbling off the end. Jean bucks. The cock releases a pinky width burst, with four inches of tail, rocketing a dozen feet to splatter over furniture. Jean bucks again, this time belting a moan almost an octave lower then his previous call. Another shot, then another. Jean bucks along Bob's cock as more and more releases come. Eventually the arcs start to strike just over Bob's head, then beside his cheek. The increasingly flaccid phallus then just gushes a pool across Bob's chest and subsides.Jean huffs madly, overcoming the euphoria of his orgasm. His senses began to gather. He stands clumsily, The condom pulling free looking like a water balloon. Bob doesn't even recall precuming so much, it all felt so good. Jean walks upon seemingly new legs. He looks down his body, seeing the undeniable changes. Bob's amorous feelings are subdued bellow shock. He eyes Jean's changes, the lanky assistant now vivified with new muscular mounds. Though Bob's erection still points forty degrees from his pelvis, rigid like an arrow bowing his gut spastic with yearning twinges, he can hardly notice or care. He eyes the engorged cock dribbling above him, the runner's legs flanking it. His gut tenses, and the condom balloon gets slightly larger, waking him back to his edging orgasm. He feels the pleasure radiate from his groin, as he eyes the newly bulked cock, triumphantly thick inches and reaching towards his chest. The condom is pulled off and a mouth sucks down onto Bob's cock, driving Bob onto his back moaning. His furry rear pushes into the mouth uncontrollably. Wild energy mounts between his legs, exponentially. A hot flood strikes Jean's tonsils, forcing its way down his throat and also around his cheeks, spluttering out around his lips all at once. He drive his mouth down further around, trying to swallow the cock and its juices all at once. Feverishly he gulps and bobs on Bob's cock, swallowing some loads, letting others break free in thick pooling ribbons on Bob's gut. Jean reels back, huffing down at his own cock, as cum dribble falls down upon his flexed abs. Bob's cock shoots a bolt of white, striking the ceiling. He arches back, letting load after load fly over his head until it finally ceases. He cautiously stands, wiping his brow as his cock wobbles about. Bob starts to turn, saying, "I should probably chronicle this." Not realizing his new length, he pivots and slaps the head of it against a work station. In shock he grips the stinging head and rubs it apologetically.Back in the living roomGrant tugs the belt line and frees a clearing of fuzzy cheek. John leans forward and pushes them further down, allowing his cock to slap up against his ribbed gut. He reaches back and tugs Grant into a sloppy kiss. Michael rushes over and starts licking John's pole, while Grant swings his six inches up between John's cheeks. The two grope and kiss, then Grant drives his cock forward, driving it up out the top of John's ass crease, pushing a clear pool of pre-ejaculate to spill out along his cock shaft and over John's cheeks. Grant pulls back and straightens it in. Pumping, he parts John's tight opening and eases himself in. John swoons, his cock fattening harder, spilling precum down Michael's wanting mouth. Outside the Lab VanBrett rolls up to the lab. As he strides flustered into to the building, his mind racing through all the fun he's likely missing, he fumbles some keys. Inside the first doors, he turns down the hall and fumbles for some more keys. He leans up against the lab door and aims the key for the lock. The door, already unlatched, swings open, causing him to stumble in. First greeting his eyes, there stands Bob, naked in his middle aged, grey furry rounded gut glory double fist stroking his own impressive cock, with a redhead pumping away behind. Brett freezes, while his slack jaw watches the man he thought was barely five foot looking near six feet getting rode by Jean, who himself was impressively stronger than Brett expected. Bob was pumping into his stubby fingers sixteen thick inches, large dollops of fluid splattering the floor beneath him.BobA reflexive rub had become a furious pounding. His once modest cock keeps swelling to the contact, leaving him frantically trying to rub every bit of growth. He spreads his legs to better bend his knees, just to piston his rod up into his hands with satisfying slaps. Even as Brett walks in and gapes at him, he can't stop the want. It was like his muscles are yearning. His bones are yearning. Every part of him pulses, and he triumphantly bucks his cock hard trying to fulfill every inch of need. BrettBrett can hardly hear bob wheeze, "I'm sorry," between huffs. His mind rattles against its cranial cage, screaming to get out and run away. His lab father figure was getting pounded in the ass by a muscle giant version of Jean, his, he thought, geeky unintimidating friend. Brett's screaming brain stalls to a stop when he sees Bob start to change. Seeing his mentor stroking right at him is too much, too unusual to start. He was too unprepared and there was too much information protruding right at him, but there was more wrong. He notices it first in the hands, or at least what was in Bob's hands. The obscene swelling size of the weapon pointed at him. Brett's mind can't even quite grasp it either. The LabBob braces against the counter to his left, loosing one hand from his dick to trail a long smear along the surface just to grip the edge. He hunches against the surface as his internals clench. The table looks smaller to Bob, down by his hip instead of where it was once by his lower chest. His hand furiously strokes the length, two veined feet of it. He bellows pleasure and arches back. Jean stumbles back grunting, a splatter of white sprays off Bob's shoulder then hip. Jean stumbles sitting onto a three foot high counter like it's a child's stool. His giant cock getting eyed by Brett, as it looses load after load, until Jean flops back in euphoric shock.Brett's eyes focus back on Bob, seeing ridges outline six muscles along his gut, creating a distinct abdominal cage around a still jolly large but now intimidating stomach. They aim down into the groin that's aimed at him. Brett stammers gibberish and half words sounding of bits of, "holy, what, fuck and how," as Bob flexes new muscles fleshing out blubbery arms.The once dwarf roars a victorious cry, lets loose a quick five volleys across the room. The muscular beast erupts again and again out into the room until the final releases roll from the tip like a long draining hose. It splutters and pools bellow, as the stocky giant huffs relief.As Bob's brain drains away the hormones, he notes Brett gawking and coated. Brett had barely watched the first rope pass to his left, when the second one splattered his right shoulder. By the time he turned his head to look, the third shot past his left cheek, and the fourth and fifth struck him square scalp then nose. While blind and sputtering, he felt something warm and wet douse his shirt in several places, then his thigh and calf. Brett tries to wipe away the burning substance in his eyes, but large pools just tug along his face in gelatinous glops. He dislodges some from his mouth, but the taste still crawls back his tongue. "What just happened," Brett finally Sputters. A hand as big as his chest starts cupping away great swaths of semen. A familiar, but yet unfamiliarly deep voice of his mentor answers, "The drug has some side effects."Back in the living roomMichael wraps his arms around John's strong legs and pulls himself down to John's hilt. He bobs on the end a few times, feeling the head lightly stretch the back of his throat. A few squirts struck down his throat, causing him to back abruptly off. He begins a pout, thinking that John had cum already, but marvels as a long stream of clear fluid jumps from the tip. Diving on it, he suckles the fluid down his throat. Suddenly the clump of clothing at Michael's feet starts singing, "I.. I will survive. As long as I know..."Michael fumbles the phone up to his ear and whimpers a, "Hello?""Michael, it's Brett. What's happening back at the apartment?""Sorry Brett, I can't talk right now. My mouth is about to be full."Knowing what that likely meant, he yelled, "Woah! Michael! Wait!" Michael hesitantly doesn't close his cell. "What?" he groans with accents as Grant slaps against his backside."First, are you fucking either of them?"Michael furiously strokes John. He looks up and watches Grant and John passionately make out, while they both piston against him. "I'd be spit roasted right now if you'd let me get off the phone." He suddenly moans as Grant goes even deeper down inside him. "Grant isn't a show'er, but he sure is a grower!" he chuckles."Michael, I know you're going to hate me, but you have to get off of them.."Michael slurps down the juice rolling off John's cock. He burbles, "why?" Wiping his lips, he starts over, "Why? You're not feeling jealous, are you?""No, I'm not fucking jealous, you ass. They're drugged.""What?""I slipped something into their drink.""I don't see why this is my problem." Michael smiled, licking John's tip again. "It was experimental, Michael." Brett waits for a response. It's oddly quiet. He emphasizes, "From the lab!"Michael pulls off the cock and holds it to his side, gripping and instinctively rolling his index over the tip. "Oh God! Do I need to call the hospital." "No!" Brett barks. "Just keep them there and don't let them climax, especially inside you. I'll..""Why does it matter if they climax?""They could get really rough with you! Be careful. I'll be there in a minute."The line clicks. Michael folds his phone, shaking his head, as his body is still being rocked by Grant and John. He longingly looks at Johns cock, gooey with precum and impossibly hard. He flicks his finger over the tip until it pulses extra hard, jutting straight at his face. He wantonly ducks in and licks from base along the bulge leading to the head. He decides to do one last thing before calling off the fun. He sucks the glands back into his mouth and drives his throat down around the shaft until it tickles his tonsils, then he takes one last long hard suck and feels the cock pulse in his throat, spitting a lump down inside his neck. He slowly pulls off, keeping the suction and waggling his tongue along as he retreats. John's hands suddenly cup his back, and he pistons forward, touching back against the tonsils. Another burst, harder, hits the back of Michael's throat. John starts bellowing between kisses with Grant. Michael realizes he just pushed John over the edge. He retreats trying to avoid taking any more of the perhaps toxic cum. As he pushes at Johns hips and disgorges the cock from his maw, inch by inch, he notices something. More inches keep coming out, like a perverse magic trick. His mouth was getting tighter trying to accommodate the girth. A hard shot shoots right down his esophagus. Michael reels back coughing, disgorging all at once. Long streams of dribble chain between him and the cock. Michael braces both hands on John's hips, holding himself up on him, while he caught his breath and had it knocked from him by Grant. He huffs a few deep breaths, lying his head against John's taught abdomen, with John's cock side brushing his lips and pointing over his shoulder. As he groans, getting fucked deep from behind, he marvels at John's cock. It gets thicker and thicker. The drips off the tip keep falling farther back along his back as he stares. He feebly reaches a hand, trying to wrap his fingers around it, but his fingers barely make it halfway. John cries out. Michael is rocked against John's stomach, as he pumps forward repeatedly. There's a sound of sporadic splattering. Grant mutters, "Holy shit," between pants. Michael feels hot back-splash against his back, obviously bouncing off of Grant and striking his back. The slapping of Grant's hips against Michael's ass get wet, and Michael feels hot jizz dripping on Grant's cock starting to drive into his hole. Hearing grants moans lifting to climax, he flings an arm back, and distances Grant from driving in any more. As far as Michael can reach, the tip still lingers inside his hole, trying to pump in. The splattering sound subsides, and a gush rolls onto Michael's back from somewhere half behind his head. John then leans on him and pants into his ear, only the panting is getting deeper. Michael, as he still holds to John's hips feels the hips getting further from the ground. Without looking, he feels himself rising to standing, though John is still bent over. Michael hears the ceiling creak from pressure. John bends his knees, the sound subsides. John moves a giant hand, covering almost a half of Michael's back down to the floor, and Micheal can see that John's arm is nearly as tall as him, but he has to look over a cock the size of his leg to tell.