Quad Goals.

The big rubber ball bounces off the rim of the hole marked Old Fogey and sails high into the air. Marcus breathes a sigh of relief; he had been way to close to being turned into a geriatric.

As the ball descend back to the board, it swooshes smoothly through the hole marked Quad Goals. Marcus instantly groans with pleasure and pain as his already stuffed sack suddenly swells and becomes even heavier. Leaning forward from the weight, he looks down to see that his nuts have expanded to twice their size... no, wait! They haven't expanded! They've multiplied. Four heavy orbs rest in his overstuffed sack!

The announcer voice cries out, "We hope you've had as much fun as we have! See you next time!"

Marcus awakens with a start. Somehow last night he managed to make it back to his bed, but he has no memory of getting up from his desk where he was reading that strange birthday card. What a fucking weird dream... he thinks to himself.

Marcus pulls the covers off his body and stands up to go to the bathroom. Everything feels funny, like his balance is a bit off. Jesus, did I drink a lot last night? He wonders.

He needs to pee. He half stumbles to the bathroom and pulls out his cock.

"Whoah! Fuck me..." It's huge. He starts to realize his dream wasn't just a dream, and he pulls his pajama pants down to reveal his swollen nutsack, stuffed with four massive orbs.

"Oh, shit."