You grow another hyper penis

Holding on for dear life, you fruitlessly try to steady your twitching member exhausting itself of a seemingly limitless cache of cum. Despite firmly pulling the copious flaps of extra foreskin over your tip, the exercise looks more akin to trying to plug a garden hose with a napkin. After it's all over, the wall, floor and parts of the ceiling in a wide angle ahead of you is a under a single sticky white blanket.

Sophie: "Fucking how!? I was holding it so tightly... Do I have ghost cum now? I-... WHOA!"

You open your eyes and look down. Beside your cock, now even longer and girthier than before, stands the culprit. Another, exactly as voluminous cock, still slowly dripping with a stream of stringy lovemilk. You run a trembling finger along its shaft, confirming that it's rock-hard.

Sophie: "Ohh... These are gonna be a bit difficult to conceal. (But ffffuck if wanking off isn't a bliss out of this world.)"

It's at this point you spot a more subtle, but very similar development: Your boobs have grown at least a full cup size.

Sophie: "OH."

There's more. Your previous flabby and featureless belly now rocks a marbled six-pack. Your stick-thin thighs have fleshed themselves out into flaunting curves, held on to your otherwise lithe torso by none other than a nicely rounded heart-shaped butt.

And after digging out your au naturel nether regions from underneath the two meaty ballistic sperm missiles, you're delighted to find your vag pulsatingly pronounced, and sensitive as a laser tripwire.

At this point, merely existing and letting your ultra-sensitive organs heave slowly up and down in beat with your rhythmic breathing could pass for masturbation. However, nothing's stopping you from speeding the process along by grinding your entire front body against the floor while stimulating your clit furiously.

Sophie: "HNG! HHHGNNGN! A-HH--AHAWGGAWD! FUCK, FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCK!"

You at this point couldn't care less about what'll happen when you cum again. Asking for anything more would honestly feel greedy, and even a bit cheaty: there's hardly anything you could think of what could feel better than this.

But as you, in mere seconds this time, reach that milestone, something indeed does happen: