Blake has a new toy

He quickly had to add an addendum to his first transformation as he started to get a bit light headed. Apparently suddenly growing like that could have a negative impact on a person’s ability to move blood around properly in their own body.

At first he wrote something about “I have the correct amount of blood for my body” but then realized he didn’t know how bodies worked and might just kill himself in the process.

In the end, feeling like he might just black out any moment, he decided on something simpler.

Crossing his proverbial fingers, he wrote “Whatever Omni app changes will just work.”

Praise be Todd Howard, but it did!

Nearly instantly Blake felt right as rain and... other things.

No longer dealing with impending unconsciousness because “dick too big” he went back to exploring his blessed new rod. He forgot about access to the internet for a time, instead focused on the fact he had something so marvelous to play with.

Still, he was human and after two orgasms in a double handful of minutes he couldn’t get the thing to respond despite how crazily horny he felt.

He ignored the splatters covering himself, something he’d usually avoid for fear of someone finding it as he turned to the one place that could give him more of what he wanted.

“My refractory period is basically non-existant-”-he didn’t want to waste all of his time jacking off… probably… ok its a definite maybe for now.

“-and my cum production can keep up.” He didn’t know what the “scientific terms” for all of that would be and at the moment he didn’t give a damn.

His newly improved dick surged with energy in his eager hands.

Now that's more like it!

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A significant duration of time later…

Blake lay on the floor of his room, still in the near-perfect dark of his blackout curtains. His chest heaved below him as he rasped with the side of his face mashed against the carpet. He could feel the errant scatters of cum running down his thigh, along a cheek and… was that some on his back?

A helpless sigh made its way out his mouth.

He couldn’t really recall what had happened… after growing the massive dick-

He moaned unhappily, feeling his dick surge at the mere memory that it existed. So sore after he had abused the thing for an untold number of climaxes. He forcefully shoved his mind away from his transformed dick, finally relieved when his body stopped pumping so much blood down there.

Steadying himself mentally, he started to come back to reality, or… it felt like reality. He couldn’t be too sure, it felt more like one of his perverted dreams than anything.

With a heave and a groan he stood from the floor, wiping the drips of his own production on his cheek.

Sniffing, he winced. If he could smell it that strongly, then it was really bad.

People usually told him how smelly his room was. He told him it was 'cuz he was lazy. Yeah, that was a lie. It was because he was always jacking off.

Usually he couldn’t smell it… much.

He turned on the light for a moment before quickly shutting it off again.

Yeah, that was a lot of… um… cum. He didn’t need to see that.

Instead he fumbled around in the dark, cursing when he kicked something hard and then again later when he stepped in a spot that squished like he had used that area for a while as an "exploding grounds".

Eventually he found some clothes, colors and style unobtainable in the dark, as well as his phone.

Outside his room he had to re-adjust his eyes to the light streaming out from down the hall. He looked down at himself noticing how much of a bulge there was in his sweatpants, even past his slightly protruding belly.

Actually-

With a quick unlock and some typing on his phone, he admired the drastically reduced roundness of his stomach. He spent a minute or so lifting his shirt, looking at the start of a six pack he now had as well as doing poses that he thought he’d seen a bodybuilder do somewhere.

More cool.

“Morning”

Blake tensed up, noticing the presence of someone slightly shorter and decidedly more feminine than him in the hall with him.

He quickly dropped his arms, feeling very self conscious at that exact moment.

The girl twisted her head, giving him an odd look. Her blonde hair sprouted from her head at odd angles and her eyes looked as if she’d just awoken.

She smiled at him, giving a small shake of her head before walking off.

“Weird bro, weird.”

He stared off after her for a moment, too stunned to think of any sort of response. Once passed out of view down the hall he ran off to the bathroom, shutting the door harshly behind him.

His immediate response was to think that he’d been found out somehow, that his family now knew he had reality altering powers. However just a moment of thought was required to realize she hadn’t acted that way. Jessica had acted just like she would normally, friendly but also very much aware of her brother's sometimes odd behavior.

Finally cooled down enough to do his business, he marveled at his transformed self. With “I’m physically fit” he looked just like the words implied, if perhaps a bit on the excessive end. He just wanted to not have the pouch but this was good too. He flexed his arm for good measure, peeing with what felt like a whole water bottle in his other hand.

Back in his room he hesitated before turning the light on.

“Yeah… not doing that.”

He unlocked his phone tapping away.

Then he turned on the light.

It was crazy to see his room so clean. In fact he was pretty sure he’d never seen it without at least clothes strewn here and there. Mostly he was just glad that it didn’t look white-washed with his “enthusiasm”.

Thinking of that… he plopped down on his bed, pulling out the app that had been the start of all this. He was excited to play some more, of course he was, but he still didn’t feel comfortable bringing other people into it. Even if he could make them unaware or otherwise accept his predilections, it was too daunting to be confronted in that way and to be so… exposed.

He noticed then how tired he was. It had been late already when the app had popped up on his phone and with the hours of painting his room that followed…

He remembered his sister saying “morning” out in the hall.

Sighing, he lay back, still feeling the worry and excitement of untold possibilities but also the fear of doing so. He would have to just wait until he got some sleep to start messing around some more.

Besides, it’s not like he could do anything right now, wincing in pain as he was every time he started to get hard.

He drifted off, a stupid grin growing on his face as he imagined all the depravity to be had.

Image artist: Tan (inka)