You held the package with a shaky hand, biting your lip as you searched for something to tear it open with. You were just glad you hadn't had to sign for it, especially in your current state. Your poor underwear were threatening to tear right off, strained and stretched by your aching arousal.

You huffed and puffed as you thought about what was in that little box. Post-marked from seventeen different countries. Beaten up by months of travel through back-alleys and black markets. This stuff had NOT been easy to come by. The drug had only ever been in a trial testing phase, so finding even a single pill was rare. A whole bottle though? Still sealed? You'd had to dig into your savings, but this was going to be worth it. So worth it. 

You gave up on finding a tool and just tore at the battered cardboard with both hands. It gave way to your attack, and you finally freed the small white bottle within. You tossed the box aside and held its contents with both hands, reverently, bringing it up into the light. The label was right, that little bear logo grinning up at you. Ursa Corp, or something. Your new best friends. The warnings, too, were all a perfect match from the pictures you'd seen online. Numerous. Big. Bold... This was the stuff!

You had planned out a whole evening around this. A slow slide into what you were so eager for, a bit of pacing and self-control. But now, months later, with it right in your hands, all those plans were fast forgotten. Your fingers tore clumsily at the plastic shrink-wrap still sealing the small bottle closed. The plastic was balled up and tossed aside with a quiet crinkle. You shuddered in delight. 

Slowly you made your way over to the sofa. You knew you were going to need to be sitting down for this. You sank down onto your rear, shuddering again as you did. So close now, it didn't feel real. Your cock was aching, but you didn't touch it. You were worried about cumming early and coming to your senses.

The bottle opened like every other medicine bottle you'd seen. Press down on the cap, twist, lift. With your hands shaking, it took a couple of tries. As soon as the lid was off, it was tossed aside just like the rest of the package it came in. Over in the corner somewhere, you'd worry about it later. For now... for now, you just looked down into the bottle. A dozen oblong pills, gel capsules. Bright blue color, with a white stripe around their middles. Again, just like you'd seen online.

You thought back to those late-night forum searches, one hand down your pants as you read stories of guys who could cum for hours at a time. You'd seen videos that seemed to match those claims, even tuned into a live-stream once where a guy came for a solid three hours before splattering his camera and passing out. You'd recorded that one for later 'use'. Some people said it'd been faked. You weren't one of them.

More late-night digging followed, this time with your full attention on the screen. Your cock ached with need as you read story after story, claim after claim. Some of them were actual fakes, of course, but more and more you saw a pattern. Guys having trouble getting it up, trouble being productive, all suddenly becoming jizz-hoses with massive junk to match. More and more and more research, and eventually you found the connection between them all. An obscure company. A short-lived drug trial. And people's bad habit of ignoring warning labels.

'TAKE ONE PILL BI-WEEKLY. IF MORE THAN ONE PILL IS TAKEN, SEEK IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION.' The label on the little bottle was clear. You read it again, still shocked to have it there. In-person. In your hands. Twelve doses. Meant to be taken over 24 weeks. You gulped softly. You were really about to take them all at once, weren't you?

A pang of doubt built in your belly. This was, as far as you knew, permanent. You were going to cum so, SO much. You might never stop. You'd heard rumors of that happening to these guys. Their cocks hard 24/7, gushing cum constantly. That could be you. That WOULD be you... if you actually went through with it. Would you?

All it took was one -throb- from your poor, aching cock, and your mind was made up. You dumped the whole bottle over your lips and swallowed, hard. A dozen pills wouldn't go down easy though, and you felt yourself gagging around them. You groped for your water, brought it to your lips, and started chugging. The whole bottle drained in a matter of moments, and with it, those pills were washed down into your belly.

You'd done it... You slumped back in your seat, panting for air. Your underwear were stretched so tight, so soaked with pre. You could look down and see your cock-head pulsing against the fabric, through the fabric, all that pre soaking it sheer. You might cum just from thinking about all this before the pills even kicked in. How long would that take again? An hour? A day?

A minute. All it took was a minute. Maybe it was because your heart had been pumping so fast this whole time, or maybe it was just the huge dose you'd taken. But after a single little minute, you felt your loins growing warm. Your cock didn't just feel like it was going to tear through your underwear. It was starting to look like it too. Each gush of pre was heavier, thicker. Your whole thigh was soaked, shaft snaking down it and peeking out of a leg hole. That had never happened before.

With a giddy shudder, you reached down and yanked your undies off, allowing your cock to finally rise... and slap you square in the chin. It was huge, immense. It had to be over two feet long and thicker than your wrist. With another pulse, it grew thicker than your bicep too. Then your thigh... And all the while, it was gushing. Enormous loads of pre. Your balls swelled in unison with your cock, drooping lower in your sack, groaning with their suddenly soaring production. It... it kinda hurt. 

Your whole groin began to ache in a numb, uncomfortable way. You squirmed in your seat as you felt it, whining a little. This wasn't part of those stories! The ache built and built, but something else was building too. You hadn't even laid a finger on yourself, but your shaft was bobbing faster. Gushing harder. The pre you were shooting was looking more and more like cum, thickening and gaining that pearly white color. You watched as your shaft bobbed inches from your face, paralyzed by the mix of pain and pleasure building within you.

It all hung there, for a moment. Your shaft seemed finished with its growth-spurt, apparently happy to have risen to meet your eye-level. Your balls were like basketballs now, and they seemed just as taut. Every pulse of your racing heart made your whole groin throb, sending that mix of ache and arousal through your whole body. You couldn't hold back the needy, uncomfortable huff that followed. The little puff of an exhale brushed along your glans... and you came.

It was like a switch had been flipped in your body, and it was... amazing. All that pressure in your groin suddenly melted away, turning into pure pleasure. It rose in your shaft with each rapid spasm, each needy throb. And then it GUSHED free from your tip in impossibly massive ropes of cum. You were blasting a whole load's worth with each spasm! No, more. SO much more. Each gush would put a stallion to shame, make a dozen men's loads look puny. And you made that much on every. Single. Gush. It was amazing. Breathtaking, literally.

You struggled to breathe as pleasure rocked your whole body, that orgasm reducing you to a whining, squirming, moaning mess. All your wiggling sent that giant new cock of yours swaying to and fro, which in turn sent your massive load all over the damn place. You'd already painted yourself a slick white with the first few gushes, but after that, it only got worse. The floor. The sofa, The wall behind you. The ceiling above you. Every gush seemed to find its home somewhere the cum hadn't landed yet. And you were still putting out more, and more, and MORE.

The first few moments of your orgasm seemed to drag on for years, your mind blank and your entire body burning with bliss. Slowly, gradually, you managed to stop humping blindly into the air. Manged to stop yourself sliding out of your seat. Managed to point your cock away from you with a palm on its base. Trying to control this impossible climax.

But oh, that hand on your shaft only lead to more pleasure. The simple act of touching yourself was like an orgasm all on its own, and that led you to reach down with both hands and start stroking in earnest. And then you felt it. With every pump of your massive shaft, you felt it. Not just the slimy slickness of your cum covered cock. Not just the wonderful weight of your bloated balls swinging back and forth under you. No, you felt another orgasm coming, and you hadn't even finished your first.

It hit you as hard as the last one, pleasure doubling over itself. Your cock gushed even harder, somehow, two monster loads trying to get out at once. It wasn't working. Even with your oversized shaft, the output was just too high. The underside of your cock, its 'belly', began to swell with backed-up seed. It felt so, SO good. It only made that fat dick of yours feel even tauter, stiffer. It was getting hard to hold it away from your body with all that force pushing it upright.

You leaned back into the soaked sofa and let your cock rise back up to its natural height. Slowly, lest you give yourself a black-eye. It was on eye-level with you, after all, but that was hard to see as one gush covered your whole face in cream. Almost instinctively you tried to lick your lips clean, shuddering at the potent taste of your cum. The pills even made it taste better, somehow. You couldn't help but want a little more. 

Soon you were striving to clean as much of your lips and cheeks as you could, gulping down globs of your load. In moments anything
 you'd cleaned up was covered again, but that only made you want more. Where else to get it but right from the source? With a grunt, you craned your neck up a bit and pulled the fat tip of your shaft right into your mouth.

The first gush caught you well off guard, and you felt it fill your mouth and back up into your sinuses. Somehow, that didn't hurt. Again, it was like the pills were making EVERY aspect of this feel good. Even as seed gushed from your nose, you kept the cock pressed against your lips. All it took was a quick snort, and your nose was clear, though now every breath brought the masculine scent of your own seed deep into your lungs. It smelled as amazing as it tasted to you.

You barely had time to appreciate the smell of your seed as the second gush came, but this time you were ready. Your throat was relaxed, and thanks to the force of the blast, that was all you needed. Without even swallowing, the glob of seed shot right down into your belly.

It was soon followed by another. And another. Thick, creamy ropes cascading down your throat, your hands pumping like mad to milk more from your turgid shaft. You nursed on your own cock-head with a happy whine, and as your tongue danced across that pulsing helm, you felt a third orgasm building on top of the other two. 

This one seemed to heighten your pleasure as much as the first two like it was still your very first time. There was no increased output though, just the same turgid swell of your shaft. As you drank and drank from it, you were starting to feel full. Bloated. But you couldn't stop. Wouldn't. You just suckled at the tip of your gushing dick, ignoring the building swell of your stomach. You could feel it growing tight, but it was a distant sensation. Numbed by the full-body bliss this triple orgasm was soaking you in.

You only truly noticed the extent of your inflation as your cock suddenly popped free from your mouth. Your gut had grown so large and gravid with seed that it had pushed your cock far enough away that your lips could no longer reach it. That came as a shock, but not an unwelcome one. Even the immense bloat in your middle felt orgasmic now, the pills making you feel that pressure as pleasure. It didn't hurt that rubbing your gut made it slosh and slide about on top of that aching, gushing shaft. Another orgasm. Four.

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you were realizing something now. You'd seen the posts online talking about men who orgasm constantly. You'd taken it to mean they'd started cumming and just never stopped. The reality, however, seemed different. Better. You were cumming more and more, your orgasms growing more and more pleasurable with each added layer. It all seemed to make more sense now. Those men weren't having one long, continuous orgasm. They were cumming over, and over, and never finding a pause in their pleasure long enough to stop. You weren't going to be riding out one orgasm for the rest of your life, but dozens. Hundreds. An endless sea of building bliss...

You came again just thinking of it. And again as you rose to your feet to see if you could still walk. And again as you took your first shaky steps across the cum-soaked floor. Again as you felt your balls sway, sloshing with seed just waiting to gush free. Again as you felt the cum drool down your front, your back, your whole body totally soaked. And again. And again... 

Through the haze of building climaxes, a more practical part of your brain was doing some thinking. You'd need a new apartment, one with drains everywhere. New clothes, all waterproof. No pants. You'd need someone to go shopping for you, someone to type for you, and-

You bumped into a wall. Cock-first. All those thoughts of your new life and its new challenges were washed away as that simple bit of contact piled on another trio of orgasms. You'd lost count. Already. You let out a lurid moan as you press your cock into the wall, pinning it there beneath your bloated belly, and started to thrust. Planning and cleaning and thinking could come later. For now, you had to cum. And cum. And CUM!