Julie's eyes focused in the darkness. Four in the morning. By now, she knew to expect such unpleasant awakenings, but that did little to offset the fatigue. With a cloudy head, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the water from the bedside table. She glugged down the full bottle, then grabbed another. Her whole body ached as though she'd run a marathon before collapsing in bed. She and Stan took the fourth pill about six hours earlier. Julie hoped the fourth dose would have finally eliminated the late night binges, but that did not seem to be the case. As the water hydrated her, the fatigue lessened in the miraculous way that it had on the previous nights. The new energy did not take away the aches though.
While the pills were a wonder drug in many ways, they did not spare her the soreness of her first anal session with Stan, particularly with his enhanced dick. The peculiar ache of her asshole made her grin. If she focused on the ache, it throbbed in time with her heartbeat, a strange mimic of how it felt to have her husband's cock buried in her ass. Another ache distracted her from the pleasant thought. She moved her hands up to her naked breasts and pressed lightly into them. A twinge of tingling pain spread out from the pressure. She knew her breasts had grown over the past few days, but that growth had not come with a tenderness. Cupping her tits gingerly, she tried to judge if they'd grown any more.
A groan attracted her attention. She turned to look at Stan. He remained asleep on his back, covered only by the sheet. His body wriggled restlessly, but he did not rouse when Julie called his name. Her eyes focused on the small tent in the bedding made by her husband's cock. Gently, she pulled down the sheet until he laid naked before her ravenous eyes. He'd grown. Though she could not discern details in the low light, she knew without a doubt that the fourth pill's effect on her husband had been dramatic. She reached out and wrapped her hand around him, marveling at the thickness.
He might not ever be able to fit in my ass again,
she thought.
Her fingers on his manhood caused a fresh restless turn of Stan's shoulders. He moaned, and his hips instinctively thrust upwards against her touch. Julie brought her other hand over and wrapped it around his shaft. She moved them up and down his length as his hips continued to flex, and his moans grew louder. Still, he did not fully wake. She would have worried about him, but she understood the haze that the pill could leave on them. Besides, she wanted some time to enjoy herself with his improved cock. A steady stream of precum oozed out of the tip and spread down the length with each stroke.
Moving one of her hands down to his balls, she gasped as she came into contact with them much soon than she expected. She looked at her husband's form and realized why he appeared so strangely arranged on the bed. His legs had spread apart in his sleep to accommodate the huge sack between his muscular thighs. Julie massaged his balls, feeling a squishy fullness in them. The wonderful scent of Stan's body increased suddenly, and Julie understood why. She moved her mouth over the tip of his cock quickly, closing her lips around the head as the first jet of cum sprayed out. The taste of it surprised her. Over the past few days, his cum had changed from tasteless or perhaps slightly bitter to something sweeter. As the cum erupted into her mouth, Julie tried to place the memory of its taste.
Cremesaver!
She'd forgotten about the old candies entirely until that moment, but the slightly strawberry flavor of her husband's cum matched it perfectly. She moaned around his cock as she swallowed more of his load.
Her hands continued to pump up and down his length, and he continued to cum. Looking up, Stan seemed awake, but lost in the hazy dehydration or maybe in the intense pleasure of his orgasm. An orgasm that did not seem to be slowing. His cock twitched at regular intervals, spraying another jet of cum into Julie's waiting mouth. After fifteen seconds, she pulled her mouth away and waited. The next rope splashed onto her cheek. She squeezed his balls, and his cock spasmed out of its rhythm, gushing out more of his cum. It started to roll down his length, over her steadily stroking hands.
Oh god, there's so much
.
If this happened inside me, I'd fucking pop.
She considered climbing on top of him and shoving his still spurting cock inside of her, but the sight kept her stunned. In the low light, she could watch his massive length twitch and feel the cum splatter somewhere on her body or on his. It gave her a perverse joy to watch Stan coat them in his spunk. She wished he would wake up enough to see how good she had been, to see how much of his cum was on her face and hands.
The flow of cum finally subsided to a slow dribble oozing down the top of his cock. Stan remained half erect, but Julie relinquished her toy and went to wash her hands. While standing in the bathroom, she thought it a little odd that she hadn't touched herself. Her pussy waited, wet and inviting, but now that she'd relieved Stan, the tendrils of sleep started to return. She crawled back into the bed and pulled the sheet over them, knowing they would have to wash them yet again the next morning. She slid her body against Stan, and he reacted for the first time since she woke. His powerful arm wrapped around her, and he kissed her forehead. His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass, giving it a hard squeeze as she nestled into his shoulder. They both fell asleep lost in the other's scent.
***
Stan felt gross. He pulled away from Julie, grabbing a bottle of water from the bedside and draining it in a few swallows. The sheet stuck to his stomach.
What the fuck happened last night?
Dried cum coated his entire midsection, and sweat covered the rest of him. Julie stayed under the covers, but the outline of her soft form started to harden Stan's cock.
No, I need to get cleaned up first.
He stretched, feeling each of his muscles release their pent up lactic acid as blood flow increased. His back cracked followed by his neck, his elbows, his wrists, and finally each of his fingers. He wondered if his entire body needed a realignment, and surely enough, as he stood his hips and knees gave loud pops. Standing on his tiptoes, the final cracks sounded through the room as his ankles popped. As his body relaxed, he felt better, more aligned.
Stan turned on the shower, stuck his hand under the streaming water, and waited for it to get hot. He turned to the side and glanced at himself in the mirror. The near stranger looking back didn't alarm him. He'd grown accustomed to the changes to his body, mostly. The fourth pill had done something new though. His cock had grown through the night, of course. He worried that it would become impractical at some point, maybe even alarmingly sooner than he expected. But that was not his primary concern as the water started to scald his hand while he looked dumbfounded at the reflection. He snatched his hand away and whacked the temperature control with some frustration. He didn't want to look back at the mirror or to look down. Still, he forced himself to confront the latest change to his body. "What the fuck," he whispered, as he looked down at his cock.
A foreskin. He had a foreskin. Which wouldn't have alarmed him, except for the preceding entirety of his life, Stan had not had a foreskin. Giving his cock attention resulted in it starting to get hard. As it did, the foreskin rolled back until it barely covered the flare of his cock head. He tentatively touched himself, but it wasn't alien or unexpected in texture. A small part of him that had somehow grown back overnight and only that.
Christ, what's Julie going to think?
