Author's note: This story contains anthropomorphic characters, i.e., furries. A magical potion causes the main character, a trans man, to grow a hyper cock in addition to keeping his pussy. He gets a helping hand from a water spirit in his shower...
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Ding-dong.
Max's ears pricked up - that would be the Cyber Megacorp. package!
A grin twitched at the corners of his mouth as he imagined what was in that package -- the source of "the greatest pleasure you will ever have!" Or so the tagline went. The catalog read like it had been written by a thwarted English major who dreamt of writing the next Great American pastoral novel but was forced into a life of copywriting by economic necessity.
In other words, Max himself.
The lone wolf -- literally, lone wolf -- opened the door and picked up the padded envelope that had been placed on his mat. One perk of working where he did was that they often sent out beta tests of products before they went out. This one had caught his eye -- a potion that promised to change your sexual life forever? Yes please.
He salivated and licked his fangs, soft, rounded canids. His tiny, transguy clit-turned-cock (basically, a microdick) stirred and throbbed its way upward. Even fully erect, it barely made a dent in his sweatpants -- though the pressure of the thick fabric felt nice against his cockhead.
Meanwhile, in his mind, in the vivid imagination he had long cultured in order to build up his self-esteem, his already-huge cock stirred in his sweatpants, so large that it would take a while for it to chub up fully...
He realized he was panting. Better stop this line of thought before the neighbors see.
Max turned and shuffled back inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He was too impatient to go to the kitchen and find scissors to cut open the damn clamshell - he tore it open with his teeth right then and there.
Ah-ha! Here was the prize! He turned it over and over in his hands -- a glass bottle that looked like it came straight out of a video game (complete with mystery glowing liquid.) He hefted it. It was much heavier than it looked. And was it warm?... or was that just his imagination?
He thought of what he would do with an even bigger tool, all the holes he would fill and drill and pound. All the sucks he would wrap it with while he blew his own chin-length cock --
He took a whiff of the mystery liquid inside. It smelled vaguely fruity in a way he couldn't decide was natural or artificial. But good, either way. He sloshed it back and forth and it seemed to shimmer with swirling colors: pinks, reds, silvers, golds...
Huh. That was strange -- what kind of liquid did that?
A fresh whiff of elixir hit his nostril, and his cock throbbed ever more urgently.
He shrugged and knocked back the whole thing -- according to the catalog, it was made by reindeer who were world-class expert brewers. Their craftsmanship in magical elixirs was without parallel.
Mmmm, that was good. His pouch, which had been implanted with prosthetic silicone testicles when it had been created, seemed to tighten and throb, following the phallus up... or was that his imagination?
Just as he was licking the last little drops from the bottle -- sweet, but not cloying, and completely refreshing -- his eye caught a piece of paper on the floor.
He picked it up and read it. He blanched, then turned it over. Furrowed brow, he read it. Then gulped and waved it in the air as if he were fanning the flames of his thinking process.
Apparently, the recommended dose of the bottle was one single sip. And here he had downed all 450 mg of it at once!
Oh lord. This was going to be an interesting day ahead.
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He lay down on the bed -- he knew this was the best thing to do after overdoing it, especially on a sex potion. It (hopefully) wouldn't cause any lasting damage, but things could get weird, really fast. Hopefully in a good way!
Drifting in and out of consciousness, he noticed how his entire body tingled pleasantly. It was the most exquisite sensation he had ever encountered.
Then, feeling as if he were flying out of his body, over the house, over the neighborhood, over the city, over the state, over the world...
Throb.
His lengthened cock now stood proudly at five inches -- and, as if it were a lightning rod attracting him back down to Earth, he found himself back in his body again -- bucking his hips in the bed, as if he were trying to hump the air while his lengthening, fattening cock threatened to burst open his boxer-briefs --
Now he was in the shower, The Magical Mystery Tour blaring out of the speaker, warm showerhead in his hand raining down water onto his chest, the water that was even now running over his tattered t-shirt which clung wetly to his growing, massive, gleaming pecs --
in the dim, illuminated only by the shifting colors of the LEDs in his showerhead, he could see his hand stroking his bulging, engorged, massive cock that grew out of the midst of his now-shredded jeans and grew with every stroke, every squeeze he gave it --
his massive tree-trunk thighs, flexing underneath the impressive, pendulous balls (which were now organic-grown balls, sloshing with millions of sperm that churned about in their newly hatched hot tub, thank you very much), the pre-cum dribbling in streams that mixed with the shower water, glistening against the thighs that flexed from the pleasure --
Max groaned. He was so turned-on. This job called for two hands. He hung up his showerhead and gripped his cock with both hands, barely reaching all the way around.
He rocked his hips back and forth and began bucking into his hand --
Thump.
