Of course not, why would it? They are perfectly safe. Unless they mix with . Like in someones stomach.

Miss Poundings led Joel down a hallway, the glass front of the building with the street beyond it to their left, indicating different offices to their right as Joel took sips of water from his bottle.

"That's marketing, where our best minds cook up new campaigns."

"This is legal, they take care of any licensing, financial support - in- and outgoing - as well as litigations, not that there are many. More than 99% of our clients are quite happy with our products."

"Once we're past our designers' offices, we'll reach the cafeteria. It's a bit early for lunch, but after we check into the labs and met your soon-to-be colleagues, we should grab a bite."

During all of this, Joel only nodded and made affirmative noises, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his cock had tripled in size together with his balls, that there were penis enhancement pills that actually fucking worked and that he would be working on them. He'd been excited to land this job before, now he was enthusiastic. Who knew what he'd be able to make them do?! If only his front wouldn't itch like that, two diffuse lines on the left and right of his torso tingling and pulsing incessantly. As Joel's mind whirled with the possibilities, he felt his massive cock throb and ache inside his pants.

Right as they passed the cafeteria, though, Joel suddenly doubled over with a mix of pain and pleasure, a strangled squeak rising from his throat. His dick was on fire - a pleasurable fire, for sure, but so intense! Fighting to draw breath as his cock began to harden, Joel stammered an excuse and ducked into the cafeteria, thankfully empty, ignoring Miss Pounding's raised voice calling out behind him, and made a beeline for the restrooms which were thankfully clearly labeled. Slamming open the door, then a cubicle, Joel barely managed to lock the latter behind him before he peeled down his pants, his shaft almost smacking into his face. The size alone made the breath catch in Joel's throat - but the two angry, red welts running the length of his cock definitely gave him reason to worry.

"Wh-what the fuuu--..." With a wet slurping sound, Joel's glans began to split in three from the tip, clear strands of pre connecting the parts that rapidly rounded out into full-fledged cock-heads. The intense, mind-rending pleasure accompanying the process almost threw Joel to the floor, each one of his fat helmets approaching the same size as his single old one. "Oooh gaawwdd~!"

The same size, yes, but not quite the same shape; they were a bit broader, a bit flatter, the weird shape becoming more pronounced as the twin splits traveled downwards along Joel's swollen length. And inexplicably, he didn't feel worried anymore, instead breathing heavily with excitement - his one huge cock was turning into three!

"Mr. Bennet?!" Knocking on the restroom door resolutely, Miss Poundings called out to Joel, cutting into the lustful, excited haze clouding his mind. "What is going on in there? Are you alright?"

"Uh, buh--yeah! Just huh-had to go to the toilet suddenly!" A triplet of globs of pre shot from Joel's half-blunt cock-heads as the splits reached his crotch, leaving him with a brace of three massive shafts, grouped in a tight triangle with one on top and two below, each one almost reaching his old size, throbbing and drooling pre as his nuts churned with sperm. "Sorry about that, I th-thought I could hold it i--innh!"

Joel was entirely unable to keep from touching himself, the sensation of his three pulsing shafts pressing against each other as he squeezed them together making his knees so weak he had to lean against the side wall of the cubicle. It felt insane, indescribably lustful, the way his cocks rubbed together as he began pumping slowly, both hands only barely reaching around the triple girth jutting from his crotch - and with every languid stroke, Joel found the tingling soreness on his front intensify.

"Are you sure, Mr Bennet? If this is a further reaction to our product, I advise we hurry to the lab so we can deal with it!"

Panting, Joel rubbed his right palm over the blunted ends of his cocks, smearing it with copious amounts of pre to make the skin nice and slick. He felt the spongy heads flatten even more under his palms, a distinct, slightly flared ring developing around each one as all three foreskins began to peel back, down his lengths, revealing a pink, throbbing shaft with mottled, dark patches that grew denser towards his crotch. The sensitivity seemed to ramp up as well - but not just on Joel's increasingly inhuman cocks. The indistinct pulsing and throbbing on his front resolved into eight points of pure pleasure; his nipples... and six more tiny spots on his torso, running down in a line from his pecs towards his overburdened crotch.

"Nn-noooh, i's allriiiigh'!" Slurring his words, Joel tried to think of an excuse - and his lust-addled brain supplied one. "Jus'... jus' had to rub one out w-with this new--nngawdh!"

"Ah." Quite a liberal company indeed - Miss Pounding was entirely too understanding of the fact that her new hire was cranking one out in the bathroom. "Well, try not to take too long, we are expected in the labs. Oh - should you require assistance in there, do let me know."

On the one hand, Joel would have loved to take Miss Poundings up on that. But on the other, he didn't think it would be a good idea to let her see his new equipment. Instead, he grabbed his two lower cocks and began stroking their slick lengths, their foreskin now almost at his crotch, forming a sheath that struggled to slip over bulbous growths bulging right at the base of every shaft. The third, sadly neglected member was at least rubbed by Joel's pumping wrists as he moved his hands up and down his bestial cocks, gasping and groaning as Joel felt his knots swell and stretch his sheaths until they almost hurt.

As Joel jerked off furiously, sending spurts of pre against the opposite wall of the cubicle and down onto the floor, his swollen nuts jostled and bounced, but the sensations coming from them were entirely eclipsed by those from his shafts - and his torso. Electric shocks ran through him every time his dress shirt brushed against any of the eight spots blazing with lust - in other words, pretty much constantly. They throbbed and pulsed as if echoing his dicks, egging them on and making the thick shafts strain in Joel's hands.

"Hooh god, hooooh fucking god..." Joel felt his climax nearing, felt something on his chest bouncing and jiggling slightly with every helpless twitch of his body, felt his knots finally slip free from his sheaths as they swelled even larger... there were too many sensations, too much pleasure, his mind beginning to buckle... "Guh--gaaaAAAAh!"

Cumming with three cocks at once was too much for Joel; his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, gripping his jerking shafts tightly as they began to spew their load all over the cubicle together with Joel's third dick, which was of course bouncing around a little more freely and thus making more of a mess. Joel's mouth was wide open after his lustful scream, eyes rolling up in his head as pure, white-hot pleasure making it impossible to think as his hips bucked on the tiled floor.

"Hgh--guh-gaawd~..." Even as Joel's climax slowly petered out, his triplet of dicks forcing out a few last squirts of cum, he found himself barely able to move, the intensity of his orgasm having drained most of his strength. "My... god..."

"I presume you are finished now, Mr Bennet?" Miss Poundings' voice made Joel turn his head numbly, having trouble processing her words as his mind recovered. "Please do get cleaned up, Dr. Dyer is waiting for us."