My jizz makes people grow.
Sorry if that's too forthcoming, but how else am I supposed to say it?
I've known about it for... a long time. After jacking off, if I lied there for too long without cleaning up, I noticed it would all be gone -- absorbed. And the next morning, I'd see, wherever it had landed -- my dick was just a bit thicker, or my stomach was just a bit pudgier; it's a good thing I was able to work that off at the gym.
Then, as a senior in high school, I got a girlfriend. Nothing too serious, but lowkey, we fucked all the time, which involved either condoms or very creative positions (because, y'know, babies and shit). Handjobs, titfucks, JOI, stuff like that. You have to leave it for a little while, long enough to absorb; I figured because, obviously, cum is gross and you wash it off right away. Most of the time. And then nothing happens.
But a couple of times, that's not how it went. Once, she let me jack off onto her ass from behind, and it wasn't lost on me when she told me, the next week, that she had to buy new pants because she "outgrew" them.
Another time, she jerked me off and didn't stop after I came -- so it dribbled all down her hand. I was a little scared to see what would happen next. But no, her hands didn't get all freakish; her nails grew out. She cut them the next day, and I couldn't help but notice that she only cut her nails on the one hand. And, I dunno, maybe she would've played piano a little easier, but I didn't get to find out before we broke up.
You're probably thinking it's bullshit. I don't blame you. All of those things could have been coincidences, right? And if it was for real, you wouldn't wanna test it on something... permanent. But I decided to do the same thing. I cut all my nails, then had a little session to myself, and made sure to keep it on one set of nails. Hell, I spread out an even coat. Next morning, bam -- one hand has normal, short nails, the other looks like it needs a manicure. I was sure then.
That's when I started to have really wild fantasies. My J/O material was full of expansion fetish stuff. I imagined rubbing one out on a girl's tits and making them bigger, cup-by-cup. She would start to get serious cleavage and my jizz would pool up in-between, fueling a huge growth spurt. I wondered how long a girl's thigh gap would last if I came on her legs. One of my more depraved ideas... I dreamed about filling a bathtub with cum and letting a lady soak in it... until she becomes a giantess.
It got me so hard, knowing that I could make those fantasies real. It got me harder knowing that there are people out there that would line up to fuck me if it meant growing their assets. I thought about selling it as a service, but here's the thing -- I either sell my body "just" for sex, and cause a lot of unexpected changes, or I advertise my miracle cum and nobody takes me seriously. Why should they, right? So I didn't pursue that idea any further.
That's the hardest part about this condition -- you can't tell anyone. I mean, you can, but good luck. It's harder than you think. So I stopped worrying about it too much; I just made sure to clean up after myself and see what life has in store for me.
It took a couple of years, but eventually, life gave me a cum-obsessed slut. And I'm here for it.
We met at a coffee shop. I was working on my laptop, and all of a sudden a woman walks up to me and says,
"Heya hun, mind if I sit with you? There's no other seats open."
I glanced around, and indeed, it was lunch rush, and every table was full; most people were turning out with their drinks. I looked back at her and saw a slender business lady, in suit, just a few years older than me. I gestured across the table, "Go right ahead."
Despite the professional attire, she didn't seem to have any business waiting for her -- no laptop, no people coming to meet her, and her phone never went off. So, she was very talkative -- asked about what I was doing, where I was from, how I felt about the coffee. I eventually gave up trying to work and indulged her back -- what kind of work do you do, where did you get that nice outfit, et cetera.
She seemed really interested in me, personally. I can't imagine why. But as time went on, I decided she wasn't just looking for an open seat, or waiting for an appointment. She was looking for someone to connect with, meeting new people. So we hit it off. I told her about my major (architecture), she told me about how her job relocated her to my city only a couple months ago. Maybe she's just getting to know the locals?
After a good while of talking, the lunch rush died way down, and there were few other people in the store. Now that I had a chance, I excused myself to the restroom.
Alone for a minute, I thought to myself, what a successful woman! What's she doing bothering with university students like me? Is she a recruiter? I wouldn't be against a job offer right now...
I washed up and turned to unlock the door. And the very next moment, there she was, pushing her way into the bathroom with me, re-locking the door behind her.
What the hell?
She slowly, seductively started unbuttoning her shirt. I'm grateful she started speaking, because I didn't know what to say!
"Do you know why I asked to sit with you?"
I shook my head. "Only empty seat, right?"
She nodded once, "That's right, but more importantly... you looked kinda lonely and you look kinda hot." Haah...
She continued, "Do you have someone in your life? Are you satisfied?" A button or two to go, I could already see her bra and navel.
"No. I actually haven't dated since a few years now. And... I'm open to the idea." Did I really just say that?
"Mm, good... that makes it easier, then." She pulled off the last button and threw her hands out, exposing her front with a little show. "You see... I'm never satisfied. And being put in a big city, where everyone's a stranger, is the best thing that's ever happened. I get to meet studs like you."
She approached me with one stride. Her perfume splashed against my face -- it was lovely, if a bit much. It was only then that I noticed, she's actually taller than me, just a little. I had to make a point to look up and not down. Then again, at the rate things were going, maybe looking down would be more flattering...
"So, what do you say?"
My heart was beating fast. I was no prude, but I'd just met this woman, y'know? People coming on to you this suddenly only happens in shitty movies and fanfiction. Moreover, we were in some coffee shop restroom -- not the most discreet of places. But it had been a long time, and if she was down, then...
"Sure, why not?" My voice came out shakier than I meant it to.
"Wrong answer. You say 'please'."
"Please..."
"Good boy." She rewarded me by pinning me against the wall, and reaching for my zipper.
"Whoa--! C-Careful!"
"Trust me, honey, you're gonna need the wall's support. I'm about to make your knees weak."
She tugged my underwear down until my cock sprang out in her face, already hard. She seemed amused. "Already raring to go, huh? You need someone to lay you more often."
"Why don't I try asking you?"
"Mm... let's see how this goes, first. Then we can talk about that." She closed her eyes and took me in -- first the head, then the shaft, her tongue caressing the underside back and forth. She started slow, letting me feel the warmth of her mouth, before she pulled off agonizingly slowly, like a suction cup. She kissed the head softly, even licked the tip a couple of times, almost like she was worshipping me -- no, my penis. But I wasn't going to complain.
She started sucking again, this time bobbing her head back and forth, gingerly resting her hands against my thighs -- feeling them up, even. It did make my knees weak. It was like I was being jerked off with a warm, velvet glove. She went deeper each time, and before long I could feel the tip grazing the back of her mouth. She started moaning, and the vibration through my cock was incredible. Sometimes, she would pause while I was fully inside, and I could feel myself throbbing against her throat. Midway, she cupped my balls and started fondling them lightly like a bag of marbles. It made for a strong tingling sensation that rang throughout my body. I was sure I was going to fall down any minute.
Suddenly, she popped off. I mean, with an audible -pop-. "You're close, aren't you, hun?"
I could only nod, panting deeply.
