Some Party

The morning found him groggy, eyes closed, and head throbbing. Richard tried turning to his side but it was difficult. He moved his arms stretching them, still not fully awake. The hard surface of the hardwood floor was only slightly cushioned by the soft blue blanket and shag run beneath him. He must have fallen asleep on the ground. A typical place for him to be on a Saturday morning.

His elbow knocked over a half empty beer bottle on its return from stretching.

"Ahh, shit," Richard said in a dehydrated grunt.

He craned his head upward and opened his eyes, needing to blink on repeat to subdue his blurry vision.

While trying to kick his body upward his legs felt heavy and weird... and spherical? With his mind preoccupied with the beer spilling in cascades onto the floor, he grabbed the bottle and set it upright, kicking again.

A bolt of shivers was sent up the entire length of his body as if being tickled by a thousand feathers. The sensation was odd but somehow euphoric at the same time, like his whole body was experiencing arousal. His swore he felt his body was even stiffer and more rigid.

"What the fu-," he said finally motioning his head down while grabbing the portion of the blanket that was still on him and flinging it to the ground.

In bewilderment Richard sat up and stared down in with mouth agape and hands trembling. Two large spheres covered in pale white, saggy, skin were in place of where his legs should be. His mind stood still but at the same time felt cluttered.

Are those balls? Where's my dick? What the fuck? How did-? What happened? How could this-? Am I a-?

Each thought didn't complete as his motor functions took over. He slide his hand down his body to touch his new legs. The caress of his hand sent the same shivers across his body and his mind into a dopamine flood. The motioned caused his body to grow stiffer making it hard to maintain his upright position.

A tangy bitterness formed at the back of his through and filled his mouth with a subtle but pungent taste. In the back of his mind, he knew exactly what the taste was but it was as if he couldn't belief his shaping reality until he touched for himself.

He persisted until his hand finally made it down the length of his body and to the huge balls at his base. He squeezed the skin recognizing the soft, wrinkly texture. It was a scrotum, alright, and inside were two massive and sensitive testicles which is where he turned his attention two next.

In his mind he could have swore he could feel the cum churning inside his lower units. But his main concern and experiment he wanted to conduct was movement. Did he have control over his ball-legs.

With slightly very low effort at all, he willed his body like he were raising his left leg and the testicle followed. His left nut did not achieve the full motion of his former leg and was constrained to a shorter distance, but he was only slightly more at ease now he confirmed he was still able to move.

He let the ball plop to the floor, sending more euphoric electricity up his torso. It stiffened his body further and even made it so his back had to be fully erect, no bend whatsoever.

"Damn, that's sensitive," Richard whispered almost choking on his words from whatever was building up at the back of his throat.

It's cum... I know it's cum. I'm half man-half dick, and if I keep rubbing I'm going to spit up cum...

The reality was setting in for him slowly and he lowered his stiffening body and laid on the ground staring at the ceiling. He turned his head to the left to see an empty pill bottle and he grabbed it aggressively, bringing it to his face.

"Penis Enlargement pills," he began, "do not take more than one, do not take with alcohol. Made in Mexico. Symptoms include: fatigue, nausea, heat flashes, and aches in groin area. Variable symptoms possible. No shit!"

He laid on the floor pondering what this would mean for him. He was so drunk last night that he couldn't recall where the pills came from, who brought them, how many he took. The empty bottle was his first clue to realizing he probably took more than the recommended dose. His thoughts shifted to his hardening cock-shaped body. He wouldn't be able to work, he wouldn't be able to drive, hell, he probably couldn't even walk.

In defeat from not knowing what else to do in combination with being excessively horny, he reached his hand down on his stiff chest and started to rub his skin. The same euphoric arousal sent ecstasy to every corner of his body. He didn't stop.

Rubbing faster, up and down, he stroked his torso, stiffening to max hardness, just like a dick would. The taste of pre-cum was ever more prevalent in his mouth and a slick and slimy ooze combined with his saliva. He bucked his giant balls as they churched, feeling the sperm inside of them swish and rush from one end to the other in preparation for freedom.

 Closing his eyes, his mind was in complete pleasure overdrive but at the same time he was gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow.

Am I really going through with this? Am I really going to jack myself off like this?

His hand didn't stop for the decision, in fact he even picked up the pace as his body willingly sought for release even if his mind was contemplating differently. Pushing harder, strokes getting faster, pleasure getting closer, until he was right on the edge. His throat was practically clogged from all of the pre-cum resting in the back of it, making it difficult to breath.

Clenching his eyes, and his left fist, and his teeth, and his balls, he gave in to whatever this was and stroked downward one final triumphant time and let the flood gates open. The release he was so desperately craving was finally upon him and there was no turning back.

Through every step of the way, Richard felt the liquid force its way up his body violently. He was too stiff to contort, or writhe, he just had to wait on the ground feeling the potential energy build stronger up his abdomen. The time it took the jizz to travel through his body was likely only 4 seconds, 6 tops, but to Richard it felt like an eternity.

Finally, the jet stream of cum pushed up his throat. Richard's head flew back and mouth flung open forcefully as a heavy geyser of cum spewed from his mouth. Musky liquid spilled onto the floor in every direction. Pulse after pleasuring pulse of man seed gushed past his lips and he went cross-eyed in the sensation.

It felt like throwing up, but instead of acid it was a silky smooth and slightly sticky cream coming up. And instead of pain and sickness it was like he was on cloud 9.

There going to be so much for him to have to clean up! But yet, the ejaculation persisted and only remotely started to show signs of winding down.

Richard continued to rub his body through it, wanting to make it last. This was the best orgasm he'd ever had! His entire existence felt like it was nothing but a pleasure stick. More and more of his nut juice churned through his length and through his mouth. He had no concern for breathing, all he wanted was more!

Cum added to the slickness of his body and allowed him to rub smoother. He wasn't able to get a good read on just how much cum had exited his body, but based on what he could feel on his back, he must have been swimming in it!

Alas, slowly and surely, his eruption died down. His hefty balls unclenched and sagged away from his upper torso. His mouth only filled half-way, causing him to need to finish the job by spitting out the residual cum himself. His body relaxed and the stiffness faded away, allowing him to bend and move freely once again.

"That was... amazing," he breathed to himself, swallowing hard, still trying to get the cum task out of his mouth.

He folded his armed behind his head to form a pillow and let his breathing slow down. His chest rose and fell at a slower pace while he basked in the radial glow of the most pleasure he'd ever felt.

Richard laid on the blanket and rug, now soggy from soaking up his seed, and fantasized at how amazing that felt. He was no longer freaked out about being a human cock and he didn't care what others would think. He's sure there's some freaks online who would get off to him, he could just make a living doing that! 

"I think I should start going by Dick," he joked to himself and began rubbing himself, once again.