A side effect emerges-Your load size more than doubles

There was no questioning it.

Your balls could **** a bitch.

Now, you weren't being too scientific with that analysis but you also couldn't help but face that fact square in the face as you examined yourself for the fourth time in the past hour. Driving to work had been a literal pain in the nuts and all morning you had been trying to figure out one way or another to get the pain and discomfort to drop from blinding pain to excruciating discomfort. Hell, you would've preferred a kick in the nuts by the U.S. women's national soccer team and if the most sadistic dominatrix offered to vice you, well, let's just say you wouldn't turn down such a heaven-sent offer.

Finally giving up all pretense at trying to work on the control serum, you closed and locked the door before dropping your pants and examining the sack hanging from your body. It was massive and the way they shook as you moved around told you enough about them that you wondered just how much more potent would your sperm become. You were already above above the threshold for fertility, that you were certain, and the amount of your loads were enough to cause your grandmother to cum profusely from the moment you came in her mouth until she had collapsed and you coated her chest with several more shots.

You were tempted to weigh them, to be honest, but without an objective measurement or concept of what would be considered a normal weight for testicles, that ruled out that idea quickly. Still, you were able to test something else.

You made sure that the room was closed off and the blinds shut before you pulled out a measuring cup and quickly managed to jerk off (trying to not be too long about it, though you were sure that any loss in your loads were more than made up). After 15 minutes, though, and increased sensitivity, you finally managed to cum and cum deeply into the cup, looking at it filling quickly until you were sure that if you weren't looking at the numbers, there was no way you would've believed it.

Nor did you believe the numbers when you popped it into the machine and ran an analysis on the content and concentration of sperm in the sample.

There were men, and then there were super men. Then Gods.

Then you.

"Fuck me..." you whispered before you turned and binned the cup and the testing equipment into the chute marked "plasma disposal" and pressed the button. With that, you turned and looked back down at your straining cock and rolled your eyes before you pulled up your pants and fixed yourself. You were sure that there were young boys out there that dreamed of being the world's most fertile and potent man alive.

You wanted to smack each of those bitches upside the head.