I literally wrote this on the site's server in one sitting, just now. I'm going to give it an edit before I hit publish, but it likely has some errors without vegetating longer. Anyway, the first part was so popular, I thought to give this exercise a try as a personal challenge. Hope you enjoy it. It gets sillier.
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I had cum so many times in a cup recently that my wrist needed a brace. The team had been trying desperately to discover what was in my semen that might be the catalyst to breast growth, but nothing in our investigations could discern anything. The chemical composition appeared to be the same as a normal man's, and the sperm count was on the high side of normal.
In the meantime, we'd also been giving Laura Pine daily doses of my jizz. She blew me every morning, first thing. Usually, her breasts were back to normal (for her, small) within 24 hours. On a few occasions, she sucked me off multiple times a day. Her tits erupted to insane sizes, but no changes in patterns seemed to help make the effects last longer, or be permanent.
The team had gone straight into working a way to put my sperm into a pill form, anyway, to see if that would do anything. There had been no positive test results as of yet. It was Laura who got the idea one morning to try something different. She met with me, Phil and Heath and offered an experiment.
"Hey, we keep trying this pill out and it never works. We can't figure out what makes Brad's sperm so special, either. I want to do something different."
I was getting antsy. By now, Laura was usually sucking me off. Why was she not getting straight to it? I knew I'd be jerking off into a cup several times later in the day, so I always enjoyed getting some real attention. It broke that monotony.
"What ya got?" asked Heath.
"I want Brad to masturbate today, as you probably need him to, anyway."
"Uh.. okay. We were hoping to get some samples today, yes."
"Let me drink it. We have never once thought to just see if it works by drinking it."
Phil and Heath's eyes lit up. "My god, you're right," said Phil. "Laura, go round everyone else up. Bring them to the conference room. Brad, go do your thing. Be sure to get all of it in the cup."
"I'm getting good at that," I said.
I left and went to what we had termed 'the chamber' some time ago. It was just a private room with a desk, a chair, and a computer with internet access. I took off my pants and underwear and spent about ten minutes, as usual, trying to find something decent to 'land on' and push through this boring business. Once my cock got stiff in my hand, I knew within a couple minutes I'd be unloading in the cup.
With expert skills, I snatched the cup with my left hand just prior to shoving my cock it. To avoid splash-back, I squeezed the muscles of my shaft as ropes of cum filled the empty container. I suppose there were worse ways to make a living.
I put a lid on the cup and cleaned up after myself with a few wet tissues. I then repeated the pat-down with some dry ones. After pulling up my jeans and situating myself, I finally went to the conference room.
"Oh, good," said Heath, taking the cup from me as I came through the doors. "Have a seat," he said, pointing to one of the empty ones.
All the others were also seated around the table, and Laura happened to be at the end. Heath made his way to her and handed her the cup, just I finished settling in my chair.
"Here goes nothing," she said. She held up the cup and guzzled as much as she could in one attempt. She went back a bit to lick it up with her tongue.
"Huh?" she said.
"What is it, Laura?" asked Phil.
Laura looked over at Phil and Heath and then at me and the others situated around the table.
"You know how Brad usually tastes okay? Like it isn't revolting or anything. At least, it never has been for me."
