Isn't it also a little worrying where all this cum is going? (Side chapter. Weird stuff inside, proceed with caution.).)

While Steve and Chris were recovering upstairs, one floor below them Roy Gould was busy with his workout. He had just gotten done with pull-ups at his door bar and was now downing the rest of his protein shake, head thrown back as the last drops disappeared down his throat, when he felt something drip on his chest. At first, he thought that some of the protein slurry had fallen from the bottle, but the fluid felt... hot instead of cold. Sticky.

Looking down at himself, he saw some white, viscous fluid seep into his shirt - fluid he knew very well. Recoiling in disgust, Roy stripped off the cum-stained shirt, careful not to touch the wet spot. Bundling it up so nothing else got stained, Roy threw the shirt across the hallway into the open bathroom door so it landed next to the hamper before looking up at the ceiling - just in time to duck away from another drop falling towards him.

"What the hell...?" He murmured, astonished at the volume seeping through and dripping down. Was this some kind of prank? No one came that much! Was it not cum after all? But it smelled the right-- why exactly was he standing around with someone elses cum drying on his chest?! It was already tingling and itching! He had to wash it o--

"Oooh..." The tingling suddenly intensified to twin searing lances of pleasure, and Roy could barely stumble over to his bed, sitting down heavily on the edge. His cock was achingly hard within seconds, throbbing as it tented his shorts. But amazingly, the sensation was matched, almost eclipsed by the feeling of incredible tightness on his chest. Grabbing his pecs, he felt puffy, swollen nipples press against his hands, drawing a deep, lustful moan from him.

Roy moved his palms in little circles, rubbing the cum into the swelling nubs as his breathing deepened, his chest seemingly swelling under his hands as labored gasps made it expand repeatedly. Only when his fingers began to sink into the fat accumulating on his modest pecs, cum long since gone, disappeared into them, did Roy realize that they were indeed growing.

"Oh... oh gaaawwd..." Roy moaned helplessly, the unbearable tightness in his chest slowly abating as his breasts swelled, replaced by pleasure radiating outwards. He couldn't wrench his hands away, running his fingers over the increasingly sensitive skin, circling the swollen areola of his left breast as he flicked the throbbing nipple on his right, eliciting a high-pitched gasp. Too high-pitched for a male voice, but Roy didn't even notice. He was much too engrossed in the growth of his boobs and the feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.

Already his budding breasts filled his palms, hot skin pressing against hot skin, their weight becoming more noticeable with every shuddering, panting breath. Hefting them, Roy pinched both nipples between a thumb and a finger, unable to keep down a rising moan. The nipples felt as sensitive as his cock, the hard, buzzing pleasure nubs pulsing against his fingers while titflesh kept growing in, bulging over his hands. Roy found himself cursing the fact that he only had two hands, his dick woefully neglected as it strained against his pants. But neither could he take away his hands from the heavy tits still swelling on his chest. They had already surpassed his girlfriend Nina's C-cups and positively tingled with arousal. Thinking of Nina gave Roy an idea. His girlfriend could, with a little effort, just lick her nipples - with his boobs now bigger than hers...

"Mmmnnnffffh..." Roy had lied down on his bed and pushed his right breast upwards until he could suck the engorged nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue playing over the stiff nub causing him to moan into the mound of titflesh. "Mmnnooh ghooo..."

But more importantly, his right hand was now no longer occupied. Frantically yanking down his shorts, Roy felt his cock spring out, rock-hard and ready to burst. Wasting no time, he wrapped his hand around it and began beating off furiously while his left busied itself with groping his heaving, growing breast. With three sources of pleasure assaulting his mind, it was a wonder Roy's defenses were still holding and he wasn't cumming on the spot. But something seemed to keep him away from that peak, something wasn't quite finished.

Roy twirled his tongue around the throbbing nipple in his mouth, feeling it plump up under his ministrations. The tip began to swell, catching on his teeth lightly as a ridge formed around it, and Roy licked the strangely familiar dome shape up and down, feeling an oblong dimple develop, deepen... and suddenly, a spurt of salty fluid squirted into his mouth from the slit his nipple had developed.

Finally, Roy recognized the shape filling his mouth, creeping forwards as his nipple lengthened into a thick stalk that began to **** his mouth open. Instead of a nipple, he was now sucking on a small cock - only that it was becoming less small by the minute, already approaching an average size. Roy didn't feel panic or even disgust at having a cock in his mouth. Rather, it felt incredible, his mind awash with pleasure, the pre coating his tongue pure nectar. His right never faltered on the dick between his legs, his left slid over the swell of his breast until it reached the throbbing, swelling pole that capped it, already slick with pre and long enough to wrap his hand around it.

While his right hand, trained by years of jerking off in his adolescence, flew over his main cock with practiced ease, Roy's left could only clumsily tug at the throbbing shaft jutting from his left breast. Still, it was more than enough stimulation to make him to writhe helplessly on his bed, his eyes rolling up in his head. The cock in his mouth kept creeping deeper inside, Roy's tongue dancing over its tumescent length, and soon he had to let it slip out a little to avoid it poking into his throat.

Muffled moans filled the bedroom as Roy sucked off one dick and beat off two others, his breasts seemlingy having reached their final, impressive size. Still, Roy felt as if he didn't have enough hands; while he could stimulate all his dicks, his swollen breasts ached to be touched, the skin tingling with arousal, as did his ass and thighs. If only Nina was here, to caress him, suckle on his new nipples... Maybe Roy could share these gifts with her, these amazing sensations of a triplet of oozing, throbbing cocks...

Soon, Roy could feel a familiar churning sensation in his balls, and curiously also in his breasts. Dimly realizing through the haze of lust what this meant, Roy sped up his hands, his left slapping into his enormous breast just as his balls slapped against his thighs until finally, he felt himself crest the wave that had been building and all three cocks burst, violently spraying their seed into the air and into Roy's mouth, forcing him to frantically swallow so he didn't drown himself.

"Roy, what the f--ghak!"

Woozy from his triple orgasm, Roy let his right nipple cock slip out of his mouth, a thin string of cum connecting its tip with his lips as he pushed himself up until he rested on his elbows, cocks still rising proudly into the air from his sizable breasts and his groin. What he saw made a hint of trepidation sneak into the wonderful afterglow.

"Oh boy," Roy muttered.