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Side Effects (2000)
A Few More Adjustments
|Mike was glad he finally got out of his lab. He went in as his old self, and now, even with the euphoria of his recent change he couldn't pretend things were looking good. In fact, his setup was ruined, and he had no idea what had actually happened, all of the logs since the last backup, and that was last week, were destroyed.
The data he had was utterly inconclusive. In a way he was glad it was so, at least no-one else was going to be transformed. There was no selfishness in Mike's thoughts about this, only the fear of eventual consequences. This was just too good a thing to happen for it to go unpunished, he thought.
SM gave him a longer look than usual, but she was distracted. She told him some of the higher-ups have been in this morning because they heard about the accident and that things didn't look good.
Mike's mind was prepared for any dissapointment, with a totally in-character rationalisation that it wasn't like this was his life's work. But his new nature was already developing. For now it was this nagging voice in his head telling him that even if the discovery was way too serendipitous, it could have well been his life's work.
Besides, there was a nagging feeling he was missing something about this whole affair, but at the moment he couldn't put his finger on it. Besides, he was distracted too. In truth, both the old and the new Mike didn't want to think about all that, so he made himself appear quite pale, so much so that even SM, who has seen him in some quite bad states asked him if he was OK. Just about then Jan phoned in, asking for leave of absence, so Mike ended up going to the chief administrator, who surprisingly didn't make a fuss over the whole deal. In fact, he made it a point of mentioning that 'things didn't look good`, and even suggested the `it may be time Mike took a vacation`. Mike had witnessed the speed at which bad news could travel before, and he wasn't surprised now. He had all the reasons to get away for a while, anyway.
His mood didn't improve one bit when he called the garage to get his car towed in. As usual, no one competent was at hand to answer the phone (if there were any competents there at all) and he just left a message to call him at his or Jan's number when they get the car to the garage. He was a bit surprised how he remembered Jan's number and wasn't even sure where he had seen it, but he guessed it was another product of the accident. Well, incident - accidents are usually something to be avoided, and if he knew what the consequences of the experiment were going to be, he had to admit he would never even have tried to avoid it. There was a little bit of guilt somewhere in that thought - he could see some logic in humans not being born with this ability, it just felt too good for comfort. After the phonecall, he went home, and gladly. It wasn't only because he put Jan's T-shirt back on in the car and let himself grow back to the 'new` Mike again, but that act did help a lot.
When he finally closed the door of the apartment behind him, Mike let himself down into the easy chair, and closed his eyes. With all this happening he really needed a break. Yeah, tight - it took only a thought of what he and Jan had been up to last night and earlier this morning, and he was already starting to feel hot! At first he almost felt shame to be thinking about that particular issue with so many 'more important` issues at hand, but then he realized he was on holiday, and so help him, he'll have the best holiday in his life.
Then he thought of what Jan might be doing now, and felt the tingling feeling in his ears again. Soon, he felt his hardening cock press painfully into his balls, which were already crammed into his pants.
Those used to be baggy on the `old` Mike, which he used to his advantage when he popped an unexpected hardon, but now they were drum tight, and the hardon on the way right now was confined in a denim Alcatraz.
Mike stood up and tried to take his pants off, but it was almost impossible. Of course he could make himself smaller, but he just plain didn't want to. He got another idea, and squatted suddenly, which produced a somewhat reluctant ripping sound. The fabric of his jeans gave way, and suddenly he felt better, pulling his pants down together with his briefs, still fighting to get them over his thighs, managing to do so in the end. He had never thought outgrowing clothes could be such fun!
His cock sprung up like it was spring-loaded the second the elastic went down over the head. Mike looked at it. He thought of the many times his extraordinary hard-on ended up being a source of public embarrassement. Now it was even bigger. He thought of Jan who had almost doubled in size, and got an idea. How did it feel to have a smaller cock? He wished it, and his cock went to fully hard in a most peculiar manner - by getting smaller. It went down from an almost hard shaft the size Mike used to be steel hard, to Jan's previous size, which Mike guessed as being 8 inches, and titanium hard. Mike laughed at the irony of the situation, and then gave it a few pulls, tentatively. He had to admit he rarely if ever got that hard, and he liked the feel, but his stroking was all screwed up, he simply didn't know how to handle a smaller organ. He tried several ways but somehow it felt odd to him, although he had to admit it, it did feel so good to be this hard. He tried fondling his abs with his cockhead, but it just wasn't the same, it didn't reach the usual places. He let himself grow back to what he used to be. He remembered how he used to surprise even himself sometimes when he got really hard, he was sure on several of those special occasions his cock ended up being obviously much bigger than with a more... normal erection. Or what used to pass for normal.
The next step was obvious: he wished he got as hard as when he was smaller, no, as hard as possible. He felt his cock suddenly start throbbing angrily, while it practically inflated before his eyes, lengthening and then thickening. He stood up quickly, trying to remember if there was some kind of tape measure in the house. His cock went rigid like never before, sticking up almost vertically, smacking into his abs and finally getting stuck in the bottom of the crevice of his pecs, as he bent down, rummaging in the kitchen drawers trying to find something to measure himself with. He didn't remember when he last did this, and the fact that he was going to now presented a huge thrill. Finally, he found a crinkled measuring tape, torn shorter at one end, and went back to the room, switching on all the lights. As he walked, his cock, still throbbing despite being insanely hard already, tapped his abs, giving him small jolts of pleasure.
He really felt hard like never before, and he tried to bring his cock level with the floor, but it was difficult, because when he did that, he felt like someone had grabbed the whole area between his legs and was trying to rotate it forwards. It was such a strange feeling, verging on pain, but actually very pleasurable. Finally, he had to move his hips to get his cock almost level. He felt it over. It was literally engorged, and huge, even by 'new` Mike's standards. It was so hard that it had turned dark red, and the veins stood out on it finger thick. They were also engorged to the point of being as hard as the shaft and as hot - it was like feeling a hot and lumpy steel rod. The skin was distended completely. Normally, even when extremely hard Mike retained some sort of foreskin ridge, but now it was stretched out completely, in fact the skin was completely unmovable.
He barely managed to hold it down to stretch the tape, noting in wonder how thick the shaft had become, and the head had engorged itself double what it used to be. Mike stretched the tape measuring almost 15 inches. He had started off as his old self when flacid, and this super erection expanded his cock to almost four times his flacid length, and much thicker than he ever attained before. He let his cock spring back up, barely resisting to suck on the huge head which was visibly throbbing. He used to suck himself off when he was a teen, but somehow he just grew out of it - or he thought he did!
He looked right into the piss-slit, distended wide open, so much so that the skin around it was visibly paler. He tried to squeeze the head but it too was stone hard as the rest of his cock, and so incredibly hot. He was rewarded by several large drops of pre-cum.
Mike was never an `oozer`, except when extremely aroused, and this certainly was the extreme of extremes. He smeared the pre-cum around the ridge of the cockhead, almost wincing in the pleasure/pain of touching it. He tried stroking the shaft, slowly. He continued doing it, looking straight down into the piss-slit which reached right under his nipples, only momentarily stopping his stroking to smear some pre-cum over them. He took the T-shirt off completely, realizing he was holding the front up with his chin all the time. His newly big pecs made that really easy.
He continued stroking his cock slowly, it must have lasted minutes, he simply couldn't get over the incredible feeling of it. The more he did it, the bigger the head looked. Suddenly, he realized it was bigger - actually thicker, and a lot. He pushed his cock back down, and noticed the shaft was much thicker also, reaching around it with one hand gave him a completely different feeling. He still had the tape in his other hand, and decided to put it to good use. First he measured the length of his cock again, which was now just a bit over 15 inches, and then wrapped it around. A quick calculation confirmed his glee at what he was seeing and feeling - it was well over 3"
across, and he let it back up. It slapped into the bottom of his pecs, sending a shudder of pleasure down the shaft and up his spine.
He put the tape measure around his neck, the ends hanging across his pecs, and continued stroking it, shuddering in ecstasy at the feeling every unsuccessful attempt to bend it gave him. He was at it for several minutes, noticing that it finally stopped expanding, the feeling of hardness verging on very real pain. It felt like every free space in his cock was filled to bursting point with his churning blood, expanding it into a phallus of a sex god. Mike of course had other ideas about that. He wished it to his new size, and with this incredible hardness. It started growing immediately, becoming longer again, until he had to dislodge the head from his pecs. He bent it slightly outwards watching in absolute awe how it continued growing in length, the almost orgasmic feeling of additional distention made even stronger by the feeling of his balls assuming their new and larger size again, and then immediately starting to swell as well. He felt his cock was bursting hard, he could barely hold it with his hand, but it was still getting bigger, until the lengthening stopped, the head reaching almost to his mouth. `Oh my god, I'm going to cum just looking at it` he thought, taking the tape into his hands again, and stretching it over his ultra hard cock, the only way he could make a distance between it and his body was to lean backwards at the hips. He read off 23 inches, almost cumming when he noticed he could still see it getting thicker. He wrapped the tape around it and waited, barely containing himself, until it stopped stretching, his cock becoming 4 and a half inches across. It looked like some red-brown limb of a tree, topped by a head the size of a small melon.
He let the tape down, and tried to start stroking his gargantuan cock, but he could only do it with both hands. He could feel it still throbbing hard, in time with his heart which was so loud he could actually hear it. He stroked very slowly, feeling he was close to a climax he would never forget, almost clumsily, because of the size and the unusual position it ended up in, feeling his now also huge balls swing with every stroke. He continued stroking, until he ended up rubbing the edges of his palms into the immensely protruding corona of the cockhead, pushing into it, from underneath, producing such a jolt of ecstasy, he almost fell to his knees. He did it only twice more, feeling the onset of orgasm, and then it came upon him with a vengeance. His attempts to remain on his feet made him writhe and the orgasm even stronger. It was so strong he actually felt the hair on his neck rise amongst a jumble of feelings which made him see stars. It felt as if his internal muscles were cramping trying to spray his cum. The feeling was almost unbearable extasy, but nothing came out of his cock. Then, after the second cramp, his jizz came out as a single narrow shaft of thick liquid, producing a clearly audible squirting noise. It shot out with almost cutting force, splashing right into Mike's face, which made him open his eyes wide in utter surprise, only to catch another salvo in his hair. There were countless gushes, some of which must have splashed the ceiling, until he finally calmed down, shaking, still on his feet, and surprised at it.
He looked at himself with a look of a child in wonder, his chest and his face utterly covered with cum, his cock still dribbling, only slightly less hard. He had made an utter mess of himself, but it was worth it!
Wearing a Cheshire cat grin on his face, he went into the bathroom to have a shower, waddling with his feet wide and his hips sticking in front of him, holding his tree-trunk manhood straight up. He was really moving on automatic - his eyes were roaming up and down his organ, from the still impossibly huge head, down the shaft and back.
His cock appeared to be about ten times more reluctant in getting flaccid than it ever was before.
When Mike opened the valve, he was first hit by a blast of cold water, which instead of getting warmer started getting colder. Under the cold water his cock finally became softer, falling down slowly, until about half way it propped itself on the wall, and then oozed down getting more limp. Finally, it went limp enough to hang. To Mike it felt completely flaccid, but it was still large, not at all shriveled like it used to become. All that, however, was secondary to the realization that there was no hot water. Although he was uncomfortable, Mike just let himself stand under the shower, letting the cum wash away. When he started lathering himself up, he wished someone would fix the boiler in the building, once and for all - he really needed that warm water. About halfway through washing, he suddenly noticed with a start the coldness of the water didn't really bother him any more. He didn't even shiver, and it must have been very cold - yet it didn't feel that way. He rinsed off quickly, and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel. He rubbed himself down noting in passing his cock had gone to it's shriveled dimensions, and also noticing this warm tingle in his body. It lasted only a short while and then it was gone.
After dealing with some of the mess in his living room, Mike went over to the kitchen, and poured a pot of cold water. Then he opened the fridge, and took out a ton of ice that must have been lying around in the ice box for who knows how long, the cubes all stuck together in lumps. Mike never really had much use for ice, but now it would serve a good purpose. He put the ice into the pot, and added a few big lumps of salt.
Mike realized, smiling at himself, there was just no way he`d ever let go of being a scientist. Well, he`d actually call it just insatiable curiosity, and he was just trying to satisfy some of it right now. He mixed the ice, water and salt for a while, until a lot of the ice had melted. Then he stuck his hand in it.
First, he felt the cold bite him, his joints starting to hurt. He wanted to feel warmer, and suddenly he did. It wasn't like the water was suddenly warm, because it wasn't - the ice was still there. He mixed the concoction with his hand at a leisurely pace, almost laughing at the fact it has actually started feeling nice and comfortable, even warm. He couldn't help laughing aloud at the thought of prancing around in a skimpy T-shirt and shorts in the middle of winter, there would be a lot of reasons people would be shooting glances at him. Then the phone rang.
Mike pulled his hand out of the water and turned to get the phone, when agony hit him. It was suddenly like he put his hand into a fire, and he pulled it up, screaming in sudden pain. His hand became a single burn, the remaining water on it evaporating so he could actually see the wisps of vapor coming from it, and then all of a sudden, with a very strange feeling which for a moment almost made him sick, the pain was gone completely, and his hand looked as good a new. He was so startled he kept looking at it for several seconds until the fact the phone was still ringing filtered into his consciousness. He picked up the receiver.
'mr. Wessell? I'm calling about your car... it's just been towed in`
said a voice on the other end of the line. Mike recognized the voice immediately - after all, he had experience. Ever since his car got into that garage for the first time, there was nothing but trouble with it, and there were no problems before. Truth be said, Mike wasn't a technical layman, he could have probably fixed half of the problems, but he either didn't have the time, or he went back because the repair was guaranteed - although it always ended in him paying for something or other.
`I'm told it won't start - we have looked at it and we'll need to...`
`Oh, don't bother, I'll be right there in about ten minutes` Mike said. He laughed inwardly - if he was the old Mike that would just never have happened. He was still looking at his hand, thinking how stupid it was to pull it out like that.
`But, you need not bother, sir, we`ve just...`
`Oh, no, it's no bother at all, believe me - I'll be right there`
Mike reiterated. This was going to be interesting.
`But, the car is on the jack right now and...`
'never mind, I'll be there in a minute.` Mike said, putting down the receiver. Interesting? No... this was going to be fun, he thought, with an almost evil grin on his face. But first some preparation was in order.
First of all, this thing with his hand. How could have he been so stupid not to have seen it - it was generating heat to keep him warm.
Of course, it's the only thing the body could do, when he pulled it out of he freezing water, the heat was no longer balanced with the cold, and the body just can't cool off like it can warm up, the heat just couldn't dissipate as fast in air as it did in water.
He couldn't help but look at his hand. Although there was no trace of what had happened, he guessed his hand had probably cooked itself through. He went over to his desk and wrote several notes in a notebook about this. It was a very real reminder he was still a mere mortal, that just got a lucky break. And mere mortals are entitled to their fun, which is exactly what he was going to have. 'now, let's see` Mike thought. What he wanted was to look mad, bad and dangerous to know.
== * ==
"Yo Wess! Wess!" There was a `What?` shout from the other end of the shop. "Hey Wess, can you take this car over for a moment? It's that nerdy guy's piece of junk again, hell be coming over to see what we`re doing any minute now. I`ve told him it's on the jack already".
Wess Sadler was a big man, by any standards. He was about 6`2", and a very stocky 240 pounds, with a barely perceptible beer-gut, a build which could only be likened to a bear. As if the fact he already had a mean air about him was not enough, he always looked even more intimidating in coveralls, hair unkempt, all greasy and dirty. To top it off he had an absolutely lunatic stare. All that meant he could subdue any nagging customer, and he knew it. In fact, everybody knew it so that's why Wess got all the problem cases.
"Ok, Al, but you owe me a beer" he said, moving over to Mikes car.
About ten minutes later Wess almost freaked out when the car moved.
It happened once before to him, while he was under one, and he barely got out of there in one piece.
"What the fuck do you..."
"They told me you are taking care of my car." The voice wasn't loud at all. It was just very, very powerful.
"...think you`re..." The words stuck in Wess's throat when he looked up from the floor. He had been lying with the board under his back, looking under the car, and as it moved off of him, he ended up subdued by the stare of a monster. It was leaning on the car with one hand, which was enough to push it a yard backwards, jack and all, exposing Wess's face, and to add to the confinement, a foot was right between Wess's legs. That hand was attached to the biggest arm Wess had ever seen, it was so big that the sleeves attempting to get around it were ripped up to the shoulder, to accommodate the opposing bulges of the biceps and triceps. The arm was in turn attached to the biggest torso, one with chest muscles overflowing the T-shirt which was torn from the hem down, right down the gash between those huge muscle mounds. And it was a huge T-shirt, because it was a completely huge monster - Wess suddenly felt as tiny as a child. Looking further up, Wess found a young but rough looking face topped with longish unkempt hair, and framed by a three-day beard. There was a pair of gray eyes staring at him with a look of a lunatic (and as a master at that kind of look, Wess could tell), which held a clear message saying `Please give me a reason to pull your limbs out of their sockets`.
"You forgot to pull the hand brake"...`it` said. Wess looked down from that face, to the foot between his legs, noting the torn jeans trying to contain mammoth thighs, which even now writhed slowly in their confinement, outlining clearly an absolutely huge bulge inbetween them.
"That's very dangerous" the human monster said, flatly. Then it...
he... moved, standing straight up. Wess looked up again.
"I'm told you are going to fix it properly this time" the man said with a voice which tied Wess's stomach into a knot. It most certainly wasn't a request. While he was under the car, he saw the usual jury rig job they did when they found a 'milking-cow` that kept coming back, to make him continue coming back.
Wess nodded, still looking up. He noticed the man was holding a big wrench in his hand, and there was a nice and neat knot tied in it.
Wess gulped, and wanted to crawl back under the car and hide there.
He lowered his eyes, and somehow ended looking the bulge between those pillar-like thighs. Wess thought there wasn't a man born that could scare him, and right now, he was scared stiff - in fact this was more than an accurate description, Wess felt his cock starting to get stiff in his pants. This has never happened to him, and the surprise at this reaction made him become even stiffer, and that only made him more afraid. The situation nearly freaked him out of his skin.
`Good. It would be... inconvenient... if I had to come back again`
Wess realized he was holding his breath, and let it out croaking a `Well, it's nothing really serious` that last 'serious` sounding more like choking. He suddenly realized this was what it feels like to have your shit freeze in your ass.
`I'll be back for the car later.` The man said turning around. He made a step, and just when Wess thought he could breathe again, he turned back. "Sorry about the wrench. I just had to give my hands something to play with while your colleagues were remembering where you were. Put it on the bill".
A second later, the man was gone, and Wess finally breathed in, only to let his breath out in a form of a shout: & quot;Alyoufuckingidiotsonofabitchgetinh erenow!!!"
== * ==
Mike had almost jumped up in the air when he finally got out of that garage, but managed to sustain himself only because he had to muster all his will not to allow himself a raging hardon over flaunting himself in public like this. He was elated, almost intoxicated with what he had made himself to be for this little episode. First he decided he needed an unkempt 3-day beard, and it grew in seconds.
Then he decided to make himself grow until he was seriously muscle-bound. He tore Jan's T-shirt at the sleeves and around his neck, he was sure Jan couldn't wear it with his new size anyway. Then he made himself grow until he filled the shirt until every move would produce faint ripping sounds from the rips Mike had started himself.
He let his swelling thighs and calves rip his jeans further, and the feeling of his huge muscle brought another hardon which poked out through one of the rips on his jeans, quite painfully bent down. He went to the mirror, considering whether he should put on some shades.
He looked at himself.
Muscle bound didn't even start to describe the condition, he thought, looking at his growing cock making a rapidly enlarging bulge down the remains of the leg of his jeans. Mike barely resisted the urge to flex, shout out and start hitting himself on the chest like the proverbial big white ape, but for the time being just committed this to memory as a good idea for some later time. He indulged himself a little by measuring his arms, which became a gargantuan 25 inches around - cold! He tried to measure his chest but the old tape wasn't long enough. It really took all self control to attempt getting his hardon down. In the end, what he was about to do, and that was give those incompetents in that garage a really good telling, kept giving him a hardon all the way to there. Finally he wished his cock not to have a hardon, because it became so big it kept getting tangled in the steering wheel, and he didn't really want to cause an accident because of people seeing him that way. He had some ideas on letting that hardon become blatantly visible, he wanted to humiliate someone into learning a lesson about conning people countless times, and he seriously considered adding the twist of making the humiliated man sexually aroused over him in front of his peers. But Mike was still Mike, so he decided he wasn't going to be that cruel, remembering how he would feel in the same situation.
All the way, driving in the car, he had chuckled at the wish he had made - he had never thought he would want a cock that couldn't get hard, not in a lifetime! As compensation, he didn't miss a single opportunity to tense his newly huge muscle, enjoying how his lats pressed into his triceps, and his pecs into his biceps, and his thighs into each other, bringing his huge genitals poking out in front of them, in the form of a huge bulge in his briefs, under his half-torn jeans. It was quite difficult to fit into Jan's car now, but regardless of that he loved every second of the drive.
Finally, when he came to the garage, it was obvious they had considered bull-shitting about something or other. Then, he saw this big wrench, and he just couldn't contain himself any more - he wanted to test his strength, and he wanted to make a point. He just started bending it. Wishing to be strong enough made him strong enough, it was a very strange feeling - he didn't grow, but there was this subtle change. Slowly, because it wasn't easy, he tied it into a knot, the chrome-vanadium alloy giving way with a high pitched, muffled metalic squeak, trying to oppose the force his hugely bulging pecs and bis created. He heard the overtortured T-shirt produce several more faint ripping sounds, and he just couldn't resist looking at his biceps bulge until he thought it would pop. He barely resisted the urge to stroke that immense bulge by forcing himself into 'scientific mode`. It was amazing how everyone suddenly just started being eager to tell him everything he wanted to know. After this little episode he was sure the car was going to run flawlessly for years. Anyway, it was time to get back to Jan's place.
He had to return Jan's car and arrange for pickup of his own, but there was no real hurry - yme went by, well into the afternoon hours, and his car wouldn't be finished today. He just wanted to be with Jan again. Half way to Jan's place, Mike got a better idea. His place was on the way anyway, so he stopped by for some stuff and to use the phone.
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