He use is machine on himself

The next day after the machine, successful test run with Karen, Norman decided to use it on his self. He want to make some improvements to his sex drive and his cock and balls. He wanted to increase his sex drive so he could last longer increase his sperm count so it would be highly fertile. He change his dick size to 6.5” but made himself thicker girth cock like the size of a beer can. Made his body more tone and fit.

Norman laid on the cold metal table, his body buzzing with anticipation. The machine hummed to life above him, its mechanical arms whirring as they positioned themselves over his body. He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he tapped the remote embedded in his forearm. The screen flickered—SYSTEM READY—and with a final smirk, he pressed START.

A sharp tingle shot through his nerves as the machine’s scanning lasers traced his body, mapping every muscle, every vein. Then came the first wave of sensation—heat, deep and pulsing, radiating from his groin.

The heat intensified, spreading through his pelvis in electric waves as Norman gasped. His cock twitched violently, thickening under the machine’s glow—each pulse stretching the skin taut, veins rising like cords as his girth expanded to the promised beer-can width. A sharp, pleasurable ache radiated from his balls as they swelled heavier, fuller, the sac tightening with newfound weight. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his abs clenched involuntarily, muscle fibers knitting tighter beneath his skin, his waist narrowing while his shoulders broadened under the shimmering light. A synthetic chime dinged—PROGRESS: 87%—as the machine’s arms adjusted, needles injecting a cocktail of hormones into his bloodstream.

The machine hissed as a fresh wave of bio-stimulants flooded Norman’s veins. His cock throbbed, already engorged beyond its new size, as neural enhancers rewired his pleasure centers—every nerve ending firing with hypersensitive intensity. A deep, primal hunger coiled in his gut, his balls churning with the pressure of accelerated sperm production, each surge making his sac taut and hot. The display flashed HORMONAL MODULATION: ACTIVE as his prostate swelled, his hips jerking against the table’s restraints. A thick strand of pre-cum beaded at his tip, then spilled down his shaft as the machine’s lasers pulsed again—FERTILITY PARAMETERS OPTIMIZED.

The machine’s display flashed PROGRAMMING COMPLETE in harsh red letters before the hum of power died abruptly, plunging the lab into near-silence. Norman’s chest heaved as the restraints retracted with a mechanical hiss, freeing his trembling limbs. He groaned, his new thickness straining against his pants—already soaked with pre-cum—as he slid off the table. His legs nearly buckled under the unfamiliar weight of his swollen balls, each step sending a jolt of sensitivity up his spine.

A mirror across the lab caught his reflection. His pupils were blown wide, his skin glistening with sweat as he gripped the edge of a workstation.

Norman’s fingers fumbled with his belt, the leather slipping in his sweaty grip as his new cock strained against the fabric. With a sharp inhale, he yanked his pants and boxers down in one rough motion, the air cool against his flushed skin. His reflection in the mirror made his breath hitch—his cock jutted out, thick and veiny, the swollen head glistening with pre-cum. His balls hung heavy beneath, the sac tight and full, twitching with every frantic heartbeat.

A shudder ran through him as he reached down, his fingertips brushing the sensitive underside of his shaft. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his spine, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

Norman was horny and wanting to try his new dick and balls. He called in Karen his first project with her changed body. She walked in her curvy hip swaying. Her huge 38D tits bounced when she walked with no bra. As she walked into the room, she saw Norman and then saw his huge cock and balls.

Her new body in programming on his cock bad her inner slut programming activated her pussy started to lick her juices. Norman said come over here my slut and suck my cock.

Karen’s breath hitched as she stepped forward, her hips swaying with programmed obedience. Her fingers—soft but eager—wrapped around Norman’s thick cock, the heat of his shaft pulsing against her palms. A whimper escaped her lips as she felt the sheer girth of him, her thumbs barely meeting when she squeezed. Pre-cum slicked her grip as she stroked slowly, her nails grazing the swollen veins that coiled like ropes beneath his skin. Norman groaned, his balls tightening as her other hand cupped the heavy weight of them, kneading the taut sac with practiced fingers.

“Open,” he commanded, voice rough.

Karen's lips parted obediently, her plump mouth glistening as she leaned forward. The swollen head of Norman's cock brushed against her tongue—hot, salty with pre-cum—before she strained to take the first thick inch. Her jaw ached immediately, her breath coming in ragged huffs through flared nostrils as she worked more of his girth into her mouth. Norman groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as her saliva spilled down his shaft, the wet sounds echoing in the lab.

Her throat fluttered as she **** herself deeper, her nose pressing into the wiry curls at his base.

Karen's throat convulsed around Norman's thickness as she took him deeper, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth. A string of saliva dripped from her chin as she pulled back, her tongue swirling around the swollen head before plunging down again with **** hunger. Norman's hips jerked forward, forcing another inch past her gag reflex—her eyes watered, mascara smearing as her nose pressed into his sweat-slicked pelvis.

His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she bobbed faster, sloppy wet noises filling the lab. Every upward drag of her lips made his cock twitch, veins pulsing against her tongue.

Norman’s grip in her hair tightened like a vice, yanking her head back with a wet pop as his cock slipped free from her swollen lips. Strands of saliva stretched between her mouth and his glistening tip, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she blinked up at him with dazed, lust-drunk eyes.

"Enough," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Turn around. Ride me."

Karen whimpered but obeyed instantly, her body thrumming with programmed submission as she climbed onto the examination table. Her thighs trembled as she straddled him, the heat of his cock pressing against her soaked panties.

Karen arched her back with a whimper, her plump ass pressing against Norman’s thighs as she reached behind herself to guide his throbbing cock between her slick folds. The moment the swollen head nudged against her entrance, her breath hitched—her body already clenching in anticipation.

With a slow, sinful roll of her hips, she sank down onto him, inch by agonizing inch, her tight walls stretching obscenely around his girth. A broken moan tore from her throat as she bottomed out, her ass jiggling against his pelvis.

Norman’s hands clamped around Karen’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she rocked against him, her slick walls fluttering around his cock in **** pulses. A choked sob escaped her lips as she rose up, his thick length dragging against her inner walls before she slammed back down, taking him to the hilt with a wet slap of skin. Her thighs trembled, sweat beading along her spine as she rode him in frantic, uneven strokes—each downward plunge forcing a sharp gasp from her swollen lips.

Her nails scraped against the examination table, her back arching as the coil in her belly tightened unbearably.

Karen's body seized as the first wave crashed over her, her inner walls clamping down on Norman's cock in rhythmic spasms—but before she could even catch her breath, a second, sharper climax tore through her. A strangled scream ripped from her throat as her back arched violently, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the cold metal table. Norman's grip on her hips turned bruising as he **** her down harder, grinding his pelvis against her clit with each twitching contraction of her cunt.

Her vision whited out as pleasure-pain lanced through her, her thighs shaking uncontrollably while slick heat gushed around Norman's thrusting length.

Norman’s muscles flexed as he lifted Karen’s trembling body effortlessly, her slick thighs clinging to his hips as he kept himself buried to the hilt inside her. A whimper spilled from her kiss-swollen lips as he lowered her onto her back, the cold examination table pressing against her sweat-slicked skin. Her legs splayed wider instinctively, heels digging into the edge of the table as Norman loomed over her, his cock twitching deep within her convulsing walls.

Her orgasm still pulsed through her in weakening waves, every nerve alight as Norman braced one hand beside her head and used the other to hook beneath her knee, yanking her leg higher.

Norman's hips pistoned with brutal precision, slamming into Karen's dripping cunt with enough **** to make the examination table shudder beneath them. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, her breasts bouncing wildly as she clawed at the slick metal surface. His enhanced stamina showed in the relentless pace—no fatigue, no hesitation, just the wet slap of flesh and Karen's shrill, broken cries.

Her thighs quivered around his waist, her body no longer her own as pleasure and overstimulation blurred into something raw and electric. Norman’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh, holding her open as he drove deeper, the swollen head of his cock grinding against her most sensitive spots with every punishing stroke.

Norman’s thrusts turned merciless, angling deeper with each snap of his hips as Karen’s body convulsed beneath him. Her third orgasm hit like a live wire—her back arched off the table, a scream tearing from her throat as her cunt clenched around him in ****, fluttering pulses. Slickness gushed between them, her thighs trembling violently as he fucked her through it, his cock dragging against her oversensitive walls with deliberate, grinding strokes.

She barely had time to gasp before his hand slid between them, thick fingers circling her swollen clit with cruel precision. “Again,” he commanded, and her body obeyed before her mind could protest.

"Again," he commanded, and her body obeyed before her mind could protest. A broken sob tore from her throat as his fingers worked her clit in tight, punishing circles, the overstimulation bordering on pain—yet her cunt still clenched greedily around his cock, **** for more.

"You’re such a good fuck slut," Norman growled, his voice rough with exertion as he pistoned into her with brutal precision. "My fuck slut." The words sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her, her hips jerking erratically as another orgasm coiled tight in her belly.

Norman's hips stuttered as he pulled out with a wet sound, his cock glistening with her arousal. "On your knees, slut," he commanded, voice thick with dominance. Karen whimpered but scrambled to obey, her thighs trembling as she slid off the table onto the cold floor. The sharp scent of sex filled the air as she knelt between his spread legs, her swollen lips parting instinctively when he gripped her hair.

His cock slapped against her cheek before pushing past her lips, the thick head stretching her mouth obscenely. Saliva pooled instantly as he thrust deep, the veins along his shaft dragging against her tongue with every punishing stroke.

Norman's cock pistoned between Karen's swollen lips, the salty tang of precum flooding her tongue as she gagged around his girth. Her fingers worked furiously between her own trembling thighs, circling her oversensitive clit in frantic little spirals that sent shocks of pleasure up her spine. Each time his hips snapped forward, her nose pressed into the wiry curls at his base, her throat convulsing around him as drool dripped down her chin.

Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike—back arching, thighs clamping around her own wrist as her cunt clenched around nothing, gushing slickness across the cold lab floor.

Norman’s fingers tightened in her hair, his hips jerking as his cock pulsed against her tongue one last time before he dragged it free with a wet pop. Karen gasped, her lips swollen and glistening, just as the first thick rope of cum splashed across her cheek.

His breath came in ragged bursts as his balls emptied, each pulse painting her face in streaks of white—her fluttering lashes, the curve of her parted lips, the slope of her heaving breasts. The warmth of it dripped down her skin, clinging to her nipples as another heavy load spurted across her collarbone.

Norman groaned through clenched teeth as the last pulses of cum painted Karen’s flushed skin, his cock twitching against her tongue. The moment the final spurt dripped down her chin, she leaned forward with **** hunger, sealing her lips around his sensitive head and sucking hard—her tongue swirling along the slit to lap up every lingering drop. A shudder wracked his body as she milked him, her cheeks hollowing with each pull, the wet heat of her mouth coaxing out another weak dribble of release.

He knew he could go again but he figured Karen had enough for one night.