James remembers that his mother always goes running before dinner.

After racking his brain for a few minutes, a wicked smile spread on James face. How could he forget? His mother's sports drink! She usually went running after she got home and before her husband returned. Half an hour of light jogging usually worked up a sweat - and quite a thirst. James shuffled over into his room to fashion himself a toga from one of his spare bed sheets and to stash away all but one of his secret weapons. The makeshift toga concealed his mega sized assets not all that well - the outline of his enormous cock and the heavy nuts below it was clearly visible, and his nipples lifted the fabric up like fleshy tentpoles, still doing little to obscure his gigantic tits.

Trundling down to the kitchen, he chuckled to himself. If his cum could give a man like himself tits that threatened to unbalance him with every step, what would it do to a woman? And what would happen to his father? Speaking of his father... James still needed a way to get _him_, and ideas were not forthcoming. While Edward usually drank one or two beers in the evening, there was no way for James to mix his cum into one and pass it off as unopened. His father didn't have enough time for sports, if James suddenly cooked him a meal it would raise suspicion, and--

Focusing on his plans instead of walking, James was almost thrown to the ground by his heavy, swaying breasts and nuts, barely able to catch himself on the door to the kitchen. His toga slipped open, leaving him standing half-naked on the tiles, cock swinging freely in the air, the weight of his boobs pulling him down heavily.

Straining, James pulled himself up again, fixed his toga and then noticed he had lost the little plastic container with his cum. As his heart dropped into his boxers, he scanned the kitchen and found it resting against the kitchen island - it had rolled through half the kitchen. Sighing with a mix of relief and annoyance, James began his trek to retrieve it.

Once he had reached the island, he realized the next problem: James' oversized sexual characteristics made it impossible to bend down without falling flat on his face. Groaning, he used one hand to stabilize himself and bent his knees, keeping his body upright and his shoulders perpendicular to the counter. Even so, his left sideboob slid over its edge, making James shudder with the sensation. Soon, he felt his genitals hit the floor, balls pooling on the tiles, his shaft slightly bending before slipping over the cold floor. And he had barely made it half of the way down.

Once his fingers finally grabbed the round plastic, James' tits were resting on his balls, his legs spread to accomodate their bulk, his tingling cock sandwiched between four heavy orbs. James almost stayed where he was to savor the feeling, but he had a plan to enact.

Grunting with exertion, James fought to get back up and then swayed over to the fridge so he could take out the shaker with his mother's sports drink. Following the adage of 'if you want it to work, use a lot', James poured the whole contents of his little container into it, shaking vigorously to mix his cum in. A cursory whiff assured him that the smell was barely noticeable, and so he screwed the cap back on and placed it back in the fridge.

Dirty deed done, James ambled back to his room to await the fruits of his labor.