Fiction "Click Bait" by Dream Big

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Andy awoke feeling very thirsty, and very groggy. For a moment, he wondered whose sticky arm was on his chest.

Oh, he thought. Right.

It wasn't an arm, though it rivaled the length of one. Flaccid (more or less), it lay heavily on his torso, a telltale smear leaving a snail's trail all over the tummy -- and up over his pecs.

It took a moment for the memories to flood back into his mind. No, memories wasn't quite the word. The echoes of sensations, of stimulation. Of helplessly fucking and being fucked for hours. Of being VIOLATED and made into some kind of spectacle...

He looked around his darkened room, lit only by the bathroom vanity through the open door. The room smelled of sex, of sweat, and of vanilla and milk, but he couldn't see much. A sheen of dried cum flaked as he wearily sat up, though, if we're being fair, the machines had been quite efficient; this was from after he was removed from the demonic machine. He must have had a wet dream, because he'd showered before Jason left.

Andy pulled himself to his feet, his massive dick lazily flopping over his thigh as he staggered to the bathroom. He couldn't stop staring at the stranger in the mirror. He looked haunted and gaunt, but also ...well, ripped and swole, as they say. Ordinarily, Andy was in okay shape, but he'd somehow bulked up and slimmed down, likely the result of whatever was in that shake they'd fed him. God knows how much of that stuff he'd had, but the effect of doing nothing but fucking and being fucked for several days was not so bad.

But even as he had that though, the tug on his midsection and weight in his groin reminded him that the experience had left other, lasting, effects. The ridiculously huge dick he was now saddled with was chubbing up at the sight of the tousle-haired fit young guy in the mirror.

No longer under the direct influence of the hi-tech fucktoys, and no longer being fed the strange shake, he felt clearer of mind than he had in ages -- but he could tell that wouldn't last too long, given his rapidly hardening dick and its demands for blood that might otherwise sustain his brain. So he quickly inventoried things.

One: he'd gone from okay to pretty hot, body-wise. Same innocent face and ferocious bed-head, but damn.
Two: his libido was seriously overloaded, to get that worked up over his own body.
Three: holy shit, that was a big dick, and it showed no signs of slowing down.

It filled out pretty quickly, thickening by half again as it got longer and longer. Even soft, it had been double his normal size, but as it passed 18 inches, his awareness was drawn to it (along with much of his blood). And still it kept extending and forcing itself more and more upright, and Andy couldn't help but be fascinated. So much cock, and more piling on, until it was cresting two solid feet of dick, and the fist-sized head was a hand's-breadth from his own chin.

Jesus, it felt like he wasn't even all the way hard yet.
 

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About twenty feet away, a similar awakening was happening for Jason, whose dick was buried in the same cock sleeve that had stretched his friend's dick out beyond human norms.

It was so much better than he'd ever imagined; it felt like he was being fucked and sucked at the same time, both with extreme skill. And it felt like his dick was stimulated along its entire length. He moaned and thrusted into it with growing abandon, ignoring the quiet part of his mind that was faintly shouting warnings.

On some level he knew things were getting out of hand. But his mouth still tasted faintly of milkshake, and his dick was calling the shots.

Let's be clear: it wasn't a milkshake. It was in no way a milk shake. It was an extremely advanced concoction, loaded with nutrients and a designer nanite-led designer DNA virus. It matured and spread via protein solutions, and the protein it loved best, which it was designed to "ride", was human reproductive fluid. And it had been working on his system since he inadvertently swallowed his neighbor's jizz.

The substance immediately raced to the genitals, and began rewiring the tissue of Jason's penis and overloading the production of semen in his testicles. This was its default program, to establish itself and begin the work for which it was designed. Jason's balls became factories to support his overproduction of man-batter, even as the makeup of his dick's skin and underlying tissue were altered into a state resembling stem cells -- just waiting for new purpose.

Within the device, a similar cadre of targeted nanites had begun working in tandem with the advanced machinery of the cock device, using faint electrical signals to locate and instruct their counterparts within Jason's dick. The signal was simple: harvest material and enhance the penis in response to stimulus. It was basically cranking up the body's response to injury and puberty to produce some amazing results, all supported by the protein bath generated by the induced hyperspermia. The process harvested fat and overstimulated the testosterone and other hormones, including HGH, so the overall effect was aesthetically pleasing -- Jason, like Andy, had firmed up and trimmed down almost by magic, and all of it went right to his junk. The rudimentary AI that controlled these actions had already connected to the corrupted computers in Jason's home office, and activated the video cameras and other devices Jason had on the network.

Consequently, a certain cloud server was even now receiving uploaded video of Jason's debauchery, much as it had from Andy's. All around the world, for the right fee, Jason's plight was must-see-viewing. And the extravagant tips of very wealthy individuals quickly began to offset the costs of Andy's and Jason's alterations. In Japan, a stoic, repressed company executive was furiously pumping his dick to the video of a writhing young man, utterly overwhelmed by his physical alterations as he was transformed into a big-dick fantasy. A kinky couple in Berlin hoped in vain for some dirtier play, maybe waterspouts, but would be mildly disappointed that they wouldn't see a two-foot dick spray piss all over. And a pastor in Minnesota fondled his own stretched dick and dreamed of growing larger, all while watching our hapless heroes buck and moan and transform.

Fourteen such devices had been released into the wild, and twelve of them were still online. And while all were lucrative, something about Andy's genetics, and his response to the process, had really captured viewers' attention. None of the others had grown beyond 15 inches, while Andy's whopper was well beyond the limits. There had b been a momentary panic when the feed stopped, and even more worry when Jason appeared -- but any temporary ebb had been replaced by a surge in subscriptions as Jason's journey began.

An hour passed, and Jason's entire attention was focused on his pleasure -- the kneading and stretching and suction of the miracle device had kept Jason rapt and aroused, even as it gave purpose to the millions of hardworking particles in his system. Already kicked off by his little sip at Andy's his own cum production was putting a strain on his balls like nothing he'd felt before -- they were visibly swollen, and of course, so was his penis. In fact, the internal systems onboard the cock sleeve were already extending the device to accommodate Jason's growing cock. He'd already reached 10 inches and showed little sign of slowing down.

But Jason knew nothing of that, he just knew he'd been edging for so long he was getting desperate -- and finally, he DID release. A massive torrent of fluid, leaving his balls visibly smaller, shot into the device. Had he actually measured, Jason would have been astounded at the 5 ounces of vanilla-scented cum he produced, and rightly so. For some reason, he was responding even better on that front than his neighbor had. But he also had a double-batch of genetic material to work from, since the milkshake had contained some of Andy's fluids as well. A few tweaks here and there, and Jason's DNA built on some of Andy's potential as well.

But Jason couldn't even think along those lines. He was by now dimly aware of his webcams being on. but it barely mattered. He was consumed with self-lust as he thrust and flexed and bobbed the expanding cocksleeve device in both hands.
 

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Morning came, and Andy rolled over to a suddenly painful pinch, and very large wet spot.

The room still reeked of cum and vanilla, and sweat, and him, but as he groggily opened his eyes he realized that the specific smell that he was stewing in was that of his own monstrous cock.

Which was nestled in the crook of his neck.

Dizzily, Andy rolled over and scooted up on his pillow, dodging his own cock as he tried to find a position that kept his glans out of his face. His stubbled chin brushed against the sensitive head and a spurt of honey dripped from his ungodly piss-hole. The bed was soaked in his juices, probably ruined beyond belief. His face, neck, and chest felt sticky.

Of course I got hard overnight, he said. I'm practically half cock now, and this is my life.

He irritatedly shoved his dick out of his face -- or tried to. He was so stiff it barely moved.

My god, it really is huge. Well over two feet long and at least 7-8 inches across, he estimated. I mean, I can't even get my hands around it.

He scrambled a bit, awkwardly trying to maneuver with a massive prong, until he realized that nothing rational was going to happen while he was sporting this ridiculous erection. He couldn't get up until he got it soft. And of course his whole body ached.

Feeling lucid, if a little lightheaded, he flipped the bedside lamp on and took a really good look at his latest addition.

Had he measured, he'd have realized that he had grown, though not much, since he passed out last night. But he already knew he'd reached an utterly inhuman size some time ago. He was by now just about 30 inches long, which meant that his stiff prick was as long as his inseam. He literally had a cock the size of a third leg. Tentatively, with one hand bracing himself against the bed, he groped for his balls, and as he feared, they too were insanely oversized, each roughly the size of a honeydew melon. At the barest touch, they roiled and throbbed in the stretched sack, eager to play.

Why am I not panicking? he wondered. Why have I not gone completely batshit? Or...or maybe I have. Maybe the boredom finally got to me and I'm having a crazed dream.

"I should pinch myself to make sure..." he said aloud, and then did so. Nothing. "Fuck, I really am awake."

Feeling defeated, if not deflated, Andy turned his attention to the source of his feelings: the mega-dick he now possessed demanded attention.

If I make you come, he mused, Will you go soft enough for me to get out of bed and figure out my life?
 

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A spurt of precum was the only answer to his silent query.

Jeez, does it ever stop?

His dick was a towering beast, and he literally couldn't avoid it. At thirty inches long, it was up to his nose. The smell...that smell of him, his cum, his body, that weird vanilla undertone...it was starting to mess with him.

Involuntarily, he'd begun to swallow, his throat having been trained to respond to that smell. He didn't consciously notice that, all he knew was that he craved that smell....no, that taste. His stomach growled. Already his system craved that unusual cocktail. He felt weak, and still so lightheaded. Of course he did, most of his blood had to be feeding this giant dick.

The tanks...the oral plug? No, his neighbor had taken them. And Jason was miles away across the hall. He needed a fix NOW. He could just about imagine the feeling of his own ...

Wait, he didn't need to imagine. His cock was right there. He could drink from the tap. It smelled just like the stuff he'd spent a weekend guzzling.

But that stuff was fed from a tank. There was other stuff in it, right? I mean, his jizz was part of it, but there was other stuff happening. He couldn't survive on jizz. Could he?

But he was already lapping at the tip. He was tonguing it and his sensitive helmet was loving the attention. He quickly lost himself in the sensation, and the flavor intensified.

Had he been sensible, had he not already been so altered by the device and the "shake", he would have realized that the substance had already altered his body chemistry. His enormous balls were not quite as efficient as the tanks had been at creating that very special substance, but they'd get close enough soon enough.

His dick lurched, gaining a half inch, and he shoved it into his mouth. He almost expected his lips to allow it, almost felt his jaw pop as he got the enormous head in, almost felt the strain of his neck and spine as he contorted to get more in.

But he didn't, not quite. It was still a bit of a surprise when he spurted the fist hearty squirt of vanilla-laced cum. He'd craved the taste, that he knew, but he had forgotten the bliss that came with it. The sheer satisfaction, his every need distilled to an almost infantile need to feed and suck and swallow, and to allow his immense cock to pulse with life and shoot. Six, eight, twelve powerful shots came as he orgasmed.

None of that was a real surprise.

The real surprise was that he kept cumming. Rode the orgasm, not like a bucking bronco, but like a train -- it was moving, carrying him with it -- just a passenger, helpless on his own to stop the sensation.
 

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Jason was, on some level, aware of the mistake he'd made.

He just couldn't bring himself to care; it felt too good.

A part of him -- the analytical part -- was still capable of detachment, and was aware of his plight. It was observing the expanded cocksleeve, and thinking about what had happened to Andy. The device, on Jason, was easily over a foot long, which meant the cock within was likely near that mark as well.

That same detached part was aware of Jason blindly grabbing for, and then roughly inserting, the anal device. There was no lube, but that just meant that the insertion shocked and confused Jason briefly before he allowed his ass to relax and shoved it the rest of the way in. It should have hurt more than it did, but in his altered state, what his detached self saw as a dangerous intrusion, the rest of him shuddered with anticipation as it began to work its way inside -- syncing up with the cock sleeve and growing to match its dimensions.

It was already about six inches long and had begun to widen and length in equal measure. Previously, Jason's ass had only been played with, toyed with, and had entertained nothing larger than the 6-inch dildo he had impulse-bought at Pride a few years ago. Now, it willingly gave way to an ever-swelling intruder that throbbed quickly past 8, then 10 inches in length.

The pain -- no, the sensation -- was exquisite.

***

About twenty minutes later, having edged like never before, he came -- his growing balls leapt in their sack and he could almost feel them yanking his life force out and pumping it out through his cock. Had he counted, he'd have been sure of at least 16 powerful shots of cum, accompanied by a brain-numbing double sensation as his ass instinctively clenched with each squeeze.

A single moment of clarity was his, maybe 30 seconds, while he lay panting after his release. Then it started again. Within ten more minutes, he was thrusting wildly and unleashing another huge load -- which the device allowed to soak into the swollen beast within. Each centimeter added meant another fresh new surface to infuse and stimulate.

Jason was now, the detached part realized, likely trapped in the same vicious cycle as Andy had been. Only he'd started with ingesting the creamy shake substance before getting thoroughly fucked by the system, and his juices were already well on their way to being altered as Andy's had been -- so his dick was bathing in that odd vanilla-shake cum, and reaping the rewards.

The constant suction and ever expanding sleeve pumped his penile tissue from all angles, and the nutrients within and without were quickly being absorbed to grow and strengthen the dick itself. He was already at 12 and a quarter inches, and the devices were reporting that his response was at least as good as Andy's....
 

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Andy, meanwhile, had finally sucked himself dry. He'd just shot another ridiculously prodigious volley, and swallowed it greedily, but the last few spasms were dry.

Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, he tried in vain to coax more from his massive cock, but his balls had been thoroughly drained. Though that was hard to tell at their new size.

Because he was no longer connected to the device, he wasn't producing as fast as he was releasing. Not that he was aware of that -- he'd been reduced to "need more" and "no more", and was struggling toward "get more". But how?

He staggered to the kitchen and sipped water, to no avail. Beer, milk, soda -- none of it quenched his thirst. Fuck! With a growing dread he realized that the only thing he wanted now was more of that shake, that cum and vanilla taste. His body needed it.

Jason has my stuff, he thought. I should call him. I can't exactly go out into the hall like this.

Ring....Ring....voicemail.

"Umm..." he cleared his throat, the vanilla-cum-shake flavor tantalizing his tongue again. "Uh, Jason, it's Andy. I know it's probably late, but I...I need your help."

The next four phone calls and fifteen text messages went more or less like that.

***

But Andy's call went unheeded, because Jason was undergoing his own ordeal.

Panting in his bed, soaked in sweat, he was in a similar state -- but with considerably less exposure to the shake, he wasn't nearly so far along as his neighbor.

Fuck, I'm exhausted and out of cum, finally, he thought sadly. How on earth had Andy gone for so long?

But of course, he realized quickly the answer was nearby -- Andy had been attached to the machine.

Couldn't hurt to plug it in, just see how it worked, right?

Right?
 

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Andy was beside himself.

Literally if you count the megadong attached to his groin.

Hah. Andy was giddy, he realized. I mean at least I can laugh, while I starve to death.

Fuck, would he starve? He felt wrong on so many levels. Anemic. Lightheaded. Hungry and thirsty. But weirdly, he seemed to have passed through some threshold where his thoughts were getting clearer.

Withdrawal, he thought. I'm going through withdrawal. Whatever was in that stuff, that changed me like this, I have to have more of it. It changed him, it fed him, but it clearly drugged him, too.

But none of that mattered. He needed more of it as soon as possible, and it had been .....oh, some length of time, hours, maybe? Too long.

About two feet of half-flaccid cock thrust lazily out from him; it was still a little chafed and red, but it wasn't demanding all his attention for a change. It was dry now, after hours of precut and massive orgasms, but he wasn't sure it was even possible to go all the way soft. He was no longer insurmountably horny, but... yeah, he wouldn't say no to a good fucking, especially if Jason was involved. But mainly he felt dehydrated and restless and needy.

He couldn't care less what else that shake did to him. what it had already done. There was only the thought of having more, of sating his hunger. Maybe once he had it, it would somehow finish whatever process he was going through.

What the fuck had Jason done with his stuff? Well, he had been the one who paid for it apparently. But it didn't matter, because the stuff wasn't here and he needed it. Or Jason. That would be okay. Was Jason fucking himself senseless with it? Was his cock stretching to porn-star lengths? Was Jason guzzling the shake? Did it matter?

He peered out the peephole, and then went back to the couch. He cracked the door and looked out into the hall and then came back. He looked at Jason's door. He came back to the couch. He called and texted five more times.

Finally he decided. He grabbed a robe -- no point in trying to wear proper clothes -- and shrugged it on. It was tighter than he remembered, and his dick was still long enough to dangle below the hem.

He had enough sense to grab his keys from the hook as he left.

He still had Jason's key, too.
 

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Jason didn't hear the pounding on his door, nor the shouts before Andy finally opened it. Didn't hear the robe rip as it caught on the door.

Didn't see a desperate, twitchy, massive-donged Andy stagger from room to room until he found him.

Because Jason had connected the machine and was maybe twenty minutes into its spell. He was, literally, fucked out of his mind.

Andy found him in his office -- the larger of the two bedrooms, lined with industrial wire shelves full of technology leftovers and boxes of papers. A cluttered desk with a handful of monitors showed what had to be bondage porn from multiple angles -- provided you only looked at the desk.

Wild-eyed, Andy approached his distracted friend and took in the situation.

A futon sat to one side, in full view of several web cams; on it, sprawled and writhing, lay Jason. And from each of the devices attached to his face, ass, crotch, and nipples, wires and tubes ran to the tank machine, which whirred away in the corner. The cocksleeve had reached a length approaching 16 inches, which was about where Andy had been before he blacked out. Jason's hands were free, but were busy slathering more of the latex-like sealant over his connections. But he'd managed to cover much of his face, and his eyes were all but invisible under a thick layer of hardening goop. His ears were mostly covered, too, leaving only his nose free -- luckily.

Jason moaned through the oral device as he smashed the last bit of putty over his right eye. Unfortunately for him, he had discovered a previously unknown fetish for entrapment in the last twenty minutes. And that unexpected revelation had allowed him to reach a new level of arousal.

Shit, Andy thought. Did I look like that when I was in its grip? It's so ....hot.

It was hot, watching his friend's wanton gyrations. Hot enough to trigger Andy's own arousal, apparently. His vision would shortly be obstructed. The smell of vanilla and cum permeated the room, which would have set his mouth watering, if he weren't dehydrated.
 

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Andy's robe fell to the floor and he stalked the room like a predator -- far from his usual demeanor. Andy was normally a fairly shy guy. Not now.

As Jason moaned and writhed, unaware of his visitor, Andy's mind turned to logistical concerns. More than anything, he needed a fresh hit of what he though of as a shake. But he saw in his friend the same transformation that he'd undergone. On some level it felt wrong to disrupt it....

...And then, it hit him. For a moment he imagined himself much like Indiana Jones weighing his options in a trapped temple. The solution was straightforward enough. But getting the timing right....

He found the latex-like gel. The lube. The alcohol. The stuff caked around Jason's mouth was swabbed, and soon pulled free.

Andy immediately stuck the 15-inch monster oral device, still dripping with vanilla-cum-shake, into his own mouth and greedily slurped down the mixture.

Fuck yeah, that's the stuff, he thought.

A moan from Jason't empty mouth reminded him of his plan.

The first six or seven inches of Andy's massive cock slid a little too easily into his friend's mouth, while Andy himself sucked away at the leaking oral device that he knew was an exact match for his friend's growing cock.

Suddenly, Jason's writhing rhythm altered, as if he'd grown confused. Probably he'd realized something had changed, but it passed quickly as Jason's cock took the place of the device. More and more of Andy's dick slid into Jason's hot mouth, and Andy was brought to tears by how good it felt. Or maybe that was the sauce talking, the delicious vanilla cum smoothie that already had him feeling rejuvenated.

Oh god, he thought This is bonkers. This is ....oh fuck yes... this is amazing.

Jason's mouth was continuing to inhale inch after inch of Andy's prodigious fuckstick, and it seemed to pose no real issues if Jason's happy noises were any indication. And so Andy -- who'd had a passing fear that no one would ever be able to take his recently enhance meat -- found himself approaching balls-deep in his friend's mouth, just as his own copious precum once again began to flow. Jason jerked below him, obviously unloading another load of his own.

If I only had a cock in my ass, I could stay like this forever.
 
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