First, clean up himself and the evidence.

James cleaned the bath tub - again - before stepping in. His mammoth testicles dragged over the side, their weight almost unbalancing him once they slipped over. Trying to regain his equilibrium, James found himself toppled by his equally oversized tits and barely managed to catch himself on the sides of the bath tub. His enormous nipples dragged over the bottom, as did his genitals further down, the cold enamel making James shiver. He struggled a bit to right himself, deciding to remain on his knees since he didn't trust his strength to keep him upright in a wet bath tub. Even so, he was basically sitting on his nuts like on a beanbag chair, the pressure right on the line between pleasurable and painful.

Beginning to clean himself, James luxuriated in the hot water and how it caressed the swell of his boobs, flowing down the valley of his cleavage and down his body until it ran over his tree trunk of a cock. Lathering up his body and hair, he let his hands roam over his breasts, liberally spreading the soap and paying special attention to his nipples. They quickly hardened and throbbed under his ministrations, warmth spreading through his enormous bosom, but his cock barely twitched. It seemed that after two gargantuan loads, fatigue had become an issue - or rather, an insurmountable wall.

Still, James couldn't wrench his hands away from his sensitive tits. The soap suds had made them so slippery, enabling him to stroke his gigantic nipples like small dicks. His whole bust jiggled, slapping into his arms with every forward stroke. Closing his eyes, James' breathing deepened, small gasps of joy escaping from his lips. If having impossibly huge tits was wrong, he didn't want to be right! Suddenly, the warmth from his tits intensified and spread to a place just behind his solar plexus. His abdominal muscles twitched, and he felt pleasure wash through his whole body - less intense than when he shot his load, but still exquisite.

BREE-BEEP! BREE-BEEP!

The loud noise from his phone notifying him of a new text message shattered the feeling rudely. Opening his eyes and more than a bit miffed, James began rinsing himself off. Part of him was glad to be woken from his reverie; if James wanted a snowball's chance in hell to keep his growth a secret from his family, he'd have to hurry up. Masturbating endlessly was a recipe for disaster. Finally clean, James began the arduous task of leaving the bath tub - first, he moved his slippery, wet cock outside, followed by his swollen nuts. Genitals outside, legs still inside, he lifted one leg over, then the other, until he sat on the rim of the tub, his dripping tits resting on his thighs. Rising to his feet slowly, careful to not slip and fall, he sidled over to the towels and began drying himself off. James found it easiest to sit down on the bathroom rug crosslegged, nuts lying on his legs, tits resting on his nuts and cock, and then dry off everything he cold reach before leaning forwards until his boobs were situated on the rug to reach his remaining body parts. His movements made his body jiggle and quake in the chest and between his legs, the rough fabric pressing his nipples into the soft flesh of his tits nearly overwhelming James' self-control.

But somehow, he managed and got himself dry. Straining to get to his feet, James trundled over to the sink where he had left his phone and saw the message he had received was from Melissa:

"James, I forgot to tell you something very important: Do NOT, under no circumstances, ingest your cum. This close after consumption there is still a lot of product in your system, and your cum may be highly addictive, possibly even able to alter your mind. After a delayed reaction with six pills, I have next to no idea what might happen. I'll be in touch as soon as I can."

Well, that message came in time... James pulled a face. He'd guessed that his calmness wasn't normal, but even knowing his cum had changed more than his body didn't bother him. His new body felt amazing, his cum tasted even better, and so what if it was cumbersome? Women would worship his dick, men his enormous breasts. And if his cum was addictive, even better. Maybe his family wouldn't be a problem after all.