An abnormal day

Abnormal things began appearing in Kevin White's life with increasing frequency. Strange events were happening around him, leaving him quite bewildered.

On the first day, the pain in his genitals was followed by a noticeable increase in their size. He feared that Brutus's kick had caused inflammation, but that didn't explain what happened next. The swelling was accompanied by a sudden surge in his libido that struck him without warning. He woke up with such an intense erection that he was **** to lock himself in the bathroom.

"What the hell!"

He stared in disbelief at the sheer size of his erect penis. Before, his member had been the only small thing on his bulky body, but now he was sure it had doubled in size and thickness. Not only that, but the volume of his semen was also affected; suddenly, he ejaculated like a fire hose, drenching the walls in white.

"Ahh... fuck this... ahh... This isn't normal," he murmured, panting as he came so hard.

This time, he thought he'd contracted some strange, dangerous disease, so he searched medical books, even looking at disease pages, but found nothing that matched his symptoms.

At the same time that day, he noticed that his pleasant body odor from before had become stronger, as if he'd been doused in liters of perfume. No matter what he did, he still smelled the same.

That wouldn't have been a problem for the fat guy if it weren't for what happened later at university, when he suddenly started getting more attention from the opposite sex. For most of the day, different girls sought him out, whether to say a casual hello, ask for help with an assignment, or get an "accidental bump."

Another thing was that they all acted in a similar way: happy faces when they saw him, shy conversations as they passed by, and their nostrils flared as they tried to get a better smell.

And it wasn't just any girls; it was always the sexiest ones who had these unusual interactions, something that didn't help calm his growing libido. Kevin, unaccustomed to female attention, was plagued by nervousness and confusion.

His clumsy walk, stuttering, and trembling hands became more common in the nerd.

The oddities escalated when he was walking silently down the hallway and felt a shove that threw him against the wall. Adjusting his glasses, he saw a pair of generous breasts pressing against his fatty abdomen.

"Oh, sorry... uh, I tripped... ouch."

Looking at her more closely, he discovered it was Margaret Mildred, 18 years old, from the Rica family, a girl who had never shown any interest in him. Spectacularly beautiful, especially because of her large breasts, she was also known for her arrogance and for being Brutus's girlfriend.

"Uh... uuh... I... I don't know..."

Kevin's words sounded more useless than usual because of the heat and intimacy of the moment. He felt two warm pillows pressing tightly against his body.

What was most unusual was that Margaret didn't try to move him away; on the contrary, she moved closer to him and began to move up and down with a certain complicity.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I'm... Sniff... very clumsy."

"Uh... no... uh, don't worry... this... this... it's nothing."

Kevin was hallucinating the constant sensation of her breasts brushing against his shirt with each touch, revealing her large belly. He was grateful that no one was nearby because, otherwise, anyone who saw that strange scene would get the wrong idea.

Besides that, Kevin observed Margaret's unsettling face. Her eyes possessed a dazzling gleam, as if illuminated by a great light; a deep reddish hue painted her cheeks; she was panting constantly; and her nostrils were flaring like a dog sniffing food.

Something wasn't right with her; he could feel it. Of course, he could also feel his own groin growing rapidly, almost with a life of its own, brushing against the young woman's skirt.

"Sniff... Sniff... By the way... What's your name?" she asked, not wanting to pull away, as her hands began to explore his chest, slowly moving upward.

"Hm? ... ... I'm Whatle... I mean, I'm Kevin... Kevin White."

A wide smile spread across the young woman's face at the sound of his name.

Hmm... Kevin White? Sniff... sniff. "I'll remember that," Margaret laughed, her hands moving closer to Kevin's chest.

Suddenly, Kevin was immersed in a game completely foreign to the Pokémon enthusiast; he was exploring an extremely new, dangerous, and exciting territory. The hot air emanating from Margaret fogged the thick glasses of a confused young man who was sweating as if the temperature were 50 degrees Celsius.

He didn't know what to do or say; it was as if he had a console from another planet. He didn't know which buttons to press or what moves to make so as not to ruin it on his first try.

He didn't know what to do or say; it was like he was playing on a game console from another planet. He didn't know which buttons to press or what moves to make so that he wouldn't ruin it on his first try.

Just as Margaret's fingers were about to touch his neck, her eyes suddenly snapped open, and as if she'd realized what she was doing, she abruptly pulled away from Kevin at the exact moment other students started arriving.

"Uh... uh... I... I don't know... I'm so sorry, Kevin," she said, trying to apologize, a deep blush spreading across her face.

And just as suddenly as she'd started, Margaret walked away, her legs squeezing together, leaving Kevin with a barrage of questions.