Male Enhancement (Commission for kobuldstuff)

With nothing else left for him to shield himself from his imminent breakdown, Rudy threw himself at his bed and let his head smash directly into his pillow, stifling the scream that came out just enough that only his immediate neighbors heard it. He no longer cared if anyone knew what he was feeling, because after what happened that night, very little actually mattered anymore; so much work and dedication gone into making sure his date knew who he was and what he was like, and despite all of this, she still gave him the old speech about compatibility and how she was looking for a “more active” man in her life. Not that it was her fault; the tiny raptor was, well… tiny, absolutely miniscule, and the fact that he had trouble lifting a particularly heavy stack of papers had been a constant source of anger and resentment for him for a very long time indeed. Despite his best efforts, nothing had worked so far: heavy workout regimens, protein shakes, weight gain tactics, absolutely nothing seemed to stick, leaving him looking more like an undersized kobold than anything else; and while he was certain that one day he’d find someone who could appreciate him for who he was, rather than what he was missing, the constant rejections took their toll on his sanity. One could only go so far in a marathon before eventually collapsing from exhaustion.

By his bedside, his phone rang briefly, the same sound that indicated a chat message just came in. This was normal, he had just connected to his home wifi after coming back from the restaurant, but he was in absolutely no condition to chit-chat with anyone about anything; Rudy wanted peace and quiet so he could feel miserable about himself, and the last thing he needed was a good friend trying to cheer him up through a monitor and potentially feeling terrible after failing to do so. Then again, after spending a good hour or so doing nothing but sobbing into his pillow, even the raptor had to admit that maybe, just maybe, doing something other than pitying himself might actually do wonders for his mental well-being; though it still took him plenty of time to wipe his tears away, he grabbed his phone and looked at what he missed.

There, logged at about an hour before, was indeed a message from James, one of the friends he’d made in his years-long quest for size. The two had first run into each other when perusing through bodybuilding and fitness forums, and struck up a fast friendship once they realized they both suffered from much of the same problems; together, they had been there for one another in the worst times, the best times, and everything in between. Rudy actually felt somewhat guilty at having ignored him like that, especially when he remembered he had told him about the date to begin with; poor guy probably just wanted to know how it had gone down, and was now most likely either worrying about the lack of response or coming up with some very convoluted fantasies about what the raptor might be doing with a pretty lady who he had feelings for. No such luck though; that night was another dry one.

Indeed, the first message was him wishing his friend luck, but that wasn’t all; underneath it was something entirely different, a titbit of news that the two occasionally shared with one another, even if historically it had yielded no results whatsoever:

“Found a new supplement today! When you get home, check this link, I swear it’ll work, I have a cousin who tried it and he’s JACKED now!”

Below the short comment, a conspicuously long link connecting to a website called “toughmusslelovers”, a name that left Rudy wondering whether James was playing some sort of trick on him. It had to be, given the typo… or maybe the proper domain was taken and these people had to make due; whatever the case, the raptor shrugged and hit the link, watching intently for anything new.

The two of them had sent one another a variety of similar bits of hope over the years. Something one of them had found in a forum somewhere, something else that the other heard another person talking about, it was how they pooled their knowledge together in the hopes of maybe someday finding the miracle formula that would break through their limitations and give them what they wanted. On entering the website proper, however, what Rudy found wasn’t your typical protein infusions or excessively complicated daily schedules, but a very long, very illegal-looking series of pictures of pills with some oddly-chosen names underneath, all of which were terrible puns on the words “muscle”, “power” and the many ways of saying “masculinity”. It looked more like a parody website than anything else, and yet the more the raptor stared at the selections, the more a single thought coalesced inside his head:

“Those are cheap.”

It was absurd, and yet his main concern was, indeed, the price. Honestly speaking, he didn’t really care whether or not those “virility pills” really worked as long as he could try them without tearing a hole through his finances; and indeed, all of those things were cheap. They were probably highly toxic, but they were affordable, and that’s all the raptor really cared about at that point; without a second thought, he ordered a full box of their most recommended product, “male enhancement” medication that was supposedly being tested by a company whose name they couldn’t reveal. Rudy scoffed at the notion, wondering just who would be dumb enough to fall for that, just as he input his credit card information and home address and paid extra for express delivery. Within three days, those things would be waiting for him in his mailbox.

The very next day they were already there, stuffed into it after the mailman decided to forgo any sense of subtlety and just packed the damned box into the much too small container, forcing Rudy to be extra careful with the package to avoid spilling its contents everywhere over the floor. He didn’t know why, but he had a sudden urge to hide it from the world, as if its very existence was shameful and people would think less of him for it; the diminutive lizard was quick to place the crumpled-up piece of paper inside of his shirt before running back up the stairs, his head swivelling in every direction to scan for potential threats. Once safely in his room, then he allowed himself to relax, tearing through the heavily-stamped outer layers and revealing a large glass container filled to the brim with brightly-coloured pills. A small instruction booklet was taped to the top, telling its prospective owner to only take a single dose after lunch and another before going to bed, and to never, under any circumstances, take more than three a day, or else a long list of side-effects would happen; he stopped reading those after a while.

Naturally, it being early morning, there was no better time to start the experimentation than right then and there, so Rudy removed the cap, poured two pills into one of his hands and practically threw them into his mouth, placing the jar on his desk so he’d remember the next dose after lunch. If it was going to work, then it was going to work, safety limits and potential liver damage be damned. Indeed, the raptor spent the rest of the day feeling remarkably uncomfortable, unnaturally hot and cramped all over; nonetheless, he took two more pills at lunch and three more before heading to bed later on. All of this combined to give him one hell of a time when he tried to sleep, and it was about three in the morning before he finally went under.

Rudy woke up some time past the point where he should, with his phone’s multiple alarms long since rang and his boss probably wondering where exactly he was. The raptor felt… perfectly fine actually, far more than he had the day before; in fact, he had never felt this great before! Like a surge of energy had washed over him and left an empowered lizard in its wake, Rudy felt like he could take on the world and then go for seconds, a remarkable difference from his usual self when he woke up late, filled with regret at poor life decisions and barely able to limp out of bed. That morning however, the raptor leapt out of it, humming to himself as he made his way to his bathroom, right before he gasped, let out a small shriek and nearly ripped the door off of its hinges.

He probably could as well, given the sheer amount of muscle mass that had somehow deposited itself onto him over the previous night. Whatever those pills did, they were clearly designed to operate when he wasn’t looking, because Rudy didn’t remember having grown to at least six feet in height, nor did he recall having a set of pecs so broad and solid that he had a hard time even getting his finger to dip into his flesh like he could before. All of him had expanded in every direction, the tiny excuse for a lizard swapped out for what was, in all respects, a hunky slab of man-meat that even he found irresistibly attractive; all Rudy wanted to do was explore himself, run his fingers through every curve and contour, all while his tongue lapped at his lips in between him biting them. It wasn’t just his upper body either; his legs too had taken to the new agenda, thickening with new slabs of sinew and musculature that gave him the physique of a career cyclist… but that wasn’t even the best part of what happened below the waist.

Rudy had never been… large. Girthy, even. His cock and balls had, frankly, left much to be desired, to the point where he wondered just how a potential lover would react when they found out that he was barely able to keep an erection without the shame of how tiny it was took care of it for him. Now, however, now he had something that he could be proud of. Dangling freely from his groin, having ripped through his shorts like they were made of tissue paper, his new member hung proudly, all the way down and below his knees, a thin trickle of pre flowing from its tip and spooling onto the floor. Behind it, swinging ponderously with each motion, were a pair of basketball-sized nuts that seemed oversized even for his new body, squishing heavily against the inside of his legs and just then letting him know why he felt his steps were odder than usual going into the bathroom.

Rudy tried touching it, but found his hands were unable to get close without his mind running through every possibility of what might happen, from the mundane to the fantastical. He knew, right then, that the moment even a single finger was placed on his shaft, he was going to lose it. It would be incorrect to say he didn’t care, but given the shock he was experiencing at the sudden transformation, there wasn’t a lot in his mind that could serve as an obstacle, and thus after he got through the initial awkwardness, the beefy raptor laid both hands on that monster.

Immediately he regretted doing so, or at least the rational parts of brain wanted him to feel that way; in reality, his conscious mind blanked out for several seconds after a spear of overloading, pleasurable sensations shot up through his spine and into his head, catching him flat-footed in the process. He came to a few seconds later, sitting against the wall on one side of the bathroom, with his now-fully erect cock twitching in front of his face; it was a glorious thing, about as big as his upper body now that it was properly turgid, each vein throbbing so clearly that it felt like someone had just transplanted a giant’s member onto his groin. He felt an irresistible desire to hug it, to bring it closer to him and rub it all over his pecs and face, to feel as those jets of pre splashed from the ceiling and onto his head, to bathe in his musk and take in the scents… so he did just that.

If anyone walked into that room in the following three or so hours, they’d find a very cock-happy Rudy holding onto his own dick and stroking it with all of his might, grinding against it in a variety of different ways: from just using his own torso, to smushing it against the ground or any flat surface he could find that was big enough, all while producing so much slick precum that it put most regular climaxes to shame in terms of volume. Not only that, but unbeknownst to the raptor, his constant ministrations were taking their toll on that thing’s size, and soon enough what had been a torso-length cock had become about as tall as the lizard was in total, and soon after that taller still; he was having trouble even handling that thing at all, and only realized the error of his ways when he desperately tried to aim his shaft into the tub and found that he had to stand halfway across the room to do so, too far away for him to angle it properly.

In the end, his bathroom ended up a complete mess, the raptor himself went through an orgasm of cataclysmic proportions that left him flat against the ground while his dick scraped the ceiling, and everything, literally everything was covered in his spunk to some degree or another. Rudy could barely even breathe without taking in some of his juices, be it through his mouth or nostrils, and the worst part was that the process wasn’t even done! With the climax still coursing through him like an unending, self-propagating shockwave, Rudy felt as his body began to expand outwards, inflating like a balloon; pecs grew broader and lengthier, expanding until they more resembled man-breasts than anything else, biceps bulged out until he had a hard time even moving his arms around, general bulk multiplied on itself while his height had feet added to it. By the time he was done, and the growth process relinquished its hold over him, the raptor covered a good half of the bathroom in length, with his head almost bumping into the ceiling when he finally got back up. It was utterly inexplicable, borderline unreasonable and it certainly didn’t obey any laws of biology as the raptor knew them.

But it did happen. And the pills did work. For the first time in his life, Rudy had a miracle cure-all that did exactly what he wanted it to, and not only that, he had a whole jar full of the stuff in his room! He almost tripped over himself in his rush to get back to it, and did indeed hit his forehead directly on the doorframe after failing to realize he was now taller than it; amazingly though, rather than a pounding headache and a bruise, instead he received a wrecked wall, when his weight and strength were enough to power through the plaster and come out the other end covered in it, having ripped the whole door from its hinges and showering his bed with debris. He stood there, looking down at himself for a few moments as he tried to process things, only to have a wide, toothy grin spread across his face; if this was the new him, then he couldn’t wait until he unleashed it even further.

It was important to take things in moderation and not completely lose his mind when taking the pills; any false step could end up turning the tables on him, especially with such fast-acting agents as those. This was precisely why he decided to literally just tilt the glass bottle onto his open mouth and swallow about half of its remaining contents, licking his lips afterwards as if he’d just finished eating a particularly tasty morsel of meat; he could’ve gone with the whole bunch, but chose to keep it in reserve precisely so he could enjoy himself for a bit before finally cutting a loose, a piece of broken logic that made sense only to the lust and growth-addled mind of the not-so-tiny raptor. He figured, too, that if they took those many pills at once, then surely the effects would show up faster, even if that didn’t make the slightest amount of sense… and oddly enough, they actually did.

It still took a couple of hours though, during which Rudy began to feel the consequences of having overdosed on the pills the day before. The explosive climax he experienced in his bathroom didn’t come alone, and just a few seconds after he took the second, larger dose, the lizard felt a familiar pressure begin to well up inside of his nuts; he believed at that point that the next phase of his transformation was upon him, leaving him incredibly disappointed when all that happened was he underwent yet another orgasm, this time not even bothering to find a place to properly vent his cum. Instead, he held onto the base of his cock and sprayed it all over his room, no longer caring whether or not he was making a mess; just touching that thing was enough to blank his mind out, the sensations too powerful for him to process. His refractory period, too, began to quickly vanish; after this second explosion of spunk, the raptor barely had two minutes before his member began to twitch again, and like iron to a magnet, his hands were drawn to his package, eager to rub and pump it with as much strength as he could muster. And again, he produced such an immense flood of seed that gallons of it oozed down from the walls and onto the ground, a large puddle flowing from his bedroom and into the hallway… and yet he still wasn’t done.

In fact, he was so not done that he didn’t have to wait any longer for another climax to hit. Just after he was done with his third one, Rudy merely grazed his cock and experienced another wave of pleasure coursing through his whole body, followed by an expulsion of fluids so massive that it bulged out the underside of his shaft, leaving it slightly bloated and leading to his nuts… somehow growing. There was no mistaking it; despite him creating such a mess that his whole house was going to be reeking of cum for the next several days, his hyperproductive factories were somehow larger than they had been when he left the bathroom, hanging just beneath his knees and so stuffed that he had to push them behind his legs just to make room, a perfect complement to the body-sized rod springing up from above them. The more he continued to output, the more those two balls seemed to swell up, until finally he managed to beat his own refractory period and began to cum again… this time, non-stop. Regardless of how much he didn’t want to, even after taking his hands away from his shaft, Rudy’s body continued to vent all of the excess juices he was producing, but to no avail; no matter how strong the jet blasting off his tip got, it just wasn’t enough to make a dent in his nuts’ size, leaving the raptor feeling slightly panicked at the prospect of the process never stopping.

And yet, despite this, he didn’t want it to end; wasn’t this exactly what he had been looking for all those years? Why was he regretting being as massive and virile as he always dreamed of being? Well, the sudden bloating of his pectorals might have something to do with it; Rudy was so embroiled in his cock and balls being the ones growing that he failed to notice how his chest was seemingly billowing outwards as well, and not just with raw muscle mass either. He brought a hand to it, hoping to find his flesh to be as solid and rock-hard as before, only to discover that it was soft and malleable instead, hand-filling even; it took a few more moments before Rudy realized that what he was grabbing weren’t pecs, but breasts, a bosom that seemed to be coming in from seemingly nothing out of literally nowhere. That is when panic began to set in, because at no point did he ever want to grow a pair of tits, not even in his wildest dreams!

… but if that was the case, then why couldn’t he stop groping himself? Surely, if he didn’t want it, his first reaction would be to repudiate it and try to find a way to fix it, and yet the raptor couldn’t help but throw himself further and further into the depths of his own, growing bosom, which seemed to take up so much space on his chest that his pecs were starting to vanish underneath it. The sensation wasn’t altogether bad per se, and in fact being able to feel his own breasts overflowing from between his fingers was significantly better than he expected, but he still didn’t want it. Or at least he thought he didn’t; it was getting harder to think when his brain was flooded with endorphins in every waking second, and the rest of his body was wracked by continuous shockwaves of unbridled pleasure stemming from the endless orgasms forcing his nuts to bulge out even more. He was losing control of himself, he was aware he was losing control, and yet silently begged for it to happen even faster, for the pills to take over and make him unable to think properly. He didn’t know why, but he did.

At a certain point, even standing wasn’t an option anymore, especially when his balls began to gently rub against the floor; regardless of how much he knew that collapsing would be the end of him, Rudy nonetheless allowed his strength to falter, and with a thump loud enough to shake the whole room, his body fell to the ground, the muscles on his back nearly cracking the wall open when he leaned onto it. All he could see were his breasts in front of him, and his shaft protruding from beyond them, the faintest hint of a second curvature letting him know his nuts were still growing. It had barely been ten minutes since he took the pills, and yet he knew that this wasn’t it; his body wasn’t bulging out, what he was experiencing was merely the end result of letting his lust loose and refusing to put a brake on it. Without even thinking, the overgrown lizard placed both hands on his cock again, ready to pump it once more; it didn’t particularly matter, given it was now constantly erupting with cum, but at least it gave him something to do while he waited for the rest of him to catch up.

Similarly, his bust began to fill up as well, almost as quickly as his cum factories did. While the rest of his bedroom was busy being coated in a thick layer of musky white, Rudy’s breasts churned and gurgled their way into near-perfect spheres, stuffed to bursting and ready to fire, yet oddly dry despite how immensely full they were. It took him painfully removing one of his hands from his shaft and gently prodding one of his nipples for Rudy to learn what it was like to undergo a milkgasm; it was about as powerful as any of the climaxes he had been experiencing in the past several minutes, with the added bonus of two more jets of creamy fluids bursting forth from within his body. He roared, throat loose and tongue lolling out of his mouth, before it petered out into a squeak, Rudy no longer able to control any part of himself; it was all instinct from that point forward.

This carried on for the time it took for the pills to actually take effect, which was long enough that the poor raptor was effectively buried underneath the collective volume of his dick, balls and tits, pressed against one side of his room while his assets continued to take up whatever was left. The top of his bust rubbed against the ceiling, bits of it falling down onto his head, while his cock had already broken through the window and was showering the sidewalk outside with his production, all while his throbbing nuts suffered underneath the weight of everything else, still not enough to stop them from bloating despite the continuous release. If there was anything left of Rudy in there, it was the voice telling him he seriously screwed up and needed to do something about it, quickly accompanied by the realization that there was nothing he could do. It took the enhancement pills kicking in for any sort of resolution to be thrown his way.

The first thing to change was his perspective; up until that point, the raptor had been trapped beneath his bulk, seeing nothing but his stretched scales and wobbling flesh. He didn’t know how far up it went, nor what his room looked like, just that he was sitting on the floor and had the vaguest idea that the ceiling was still above his head. It was with no small amount of surprise that he felt his legs start to crawl towards the other edge of the room, along with his back dragging whatever was left of the wallpaper when it climbed the wall behind him; within just a few short seconds, Rudy’s head popped out from underneath his breasts, only to slam into the aforementioned ceiling at full speed… and then carry on through it as if it wasn’t even there. His newest growth spurt had wrecked his house completely, for the same moment he was saying hello to his upstairs neighbour was also the one he collapsed the wall separating his bedroom below with the bathroom next to it, which was enough to upset his balance and cause him to tumble backwards, taking a significant chunk of the building along with him.

The sounds of leather creaking and stretching were added to the cacophony of gurgles and sloshing that his assets had filled his ears with, until finally it managed to overpower the latter, leaving him with a very clear image of what was going on with his body. Rudy dared to look to his side, only to have his eyes glaze over at the sight of his left bicep bulging out so hard that it was going to rival his tits in just a few seconds, right before his field of view was reduced by his neckbulk growing upwards to obscure it. He could feel himself bloating, mass and flesh added onto him, his body becoming heavier with every heartbeat; it was only after he heard the ground begin to crumble that he remembered he lived on the fifth floor of a large building, after which it was only a matter of time before he came crashing down. Miraculously, no one was hurt in his descent, though the apartment building itself was seriously damaged, what with it now having a Rudy-shaped hole blown through the middle of it.

Down in the bottom, still panting for air, the raptor’s growth spurt was coming to an end, right as his feet poked through one side of the building and his head clean through the other, while his cock was happy poking the roof several stories above its host body. Every second produced a clenching of his colossal nuts, bathing everyone in the ruins with his cum, every second produced another deluge of milk, pooling around Rudy and flowing onto the streets outside. And yet, somehow, those things weren’t the biggest part of him; if anything, they looked decently proportioned for the first time since they showed up, what with Rudy himself having turned into some sort of Adonis-like colossus.

He could barely believe it himself, but there it was, clear as day… or at least after he scrambled to get back up without utterly wrecking the building while doing so. Took him a long while, and even then he had to prop the structure up to keep it from collapsing, but at least it let him know how strong he now was; Rudy could barely believe it, but not only was he about as tall as the place he had just burst out from, but keeping it up with a single hand was so easy he barely even noticed he was doing it. Sunlight reflected off of his bulbous frame, sweat glistening as it poured down the exaggerated curves of both his rock-solid musculature and surprisingly soft (and still full) bosom, right until it pooled into overwhelming musk, permeating his waist-high set of nuts and titanic shaft. He was still leaking from it, the constant release now simply a facet of him that he had to deal with, but Rudy’s sudden burst had gifted him with enough strength of mind to resist the urge to bring his hands to his dick again; he knew bad things lay in the future for him if he did so.

Instead, all he could do was flex. Flex and feel as his muscles bulged out and creaked, his veins throbbed visibly and his body swelled up even more, almost as if responding to the showing off by adding more onto him. A crowd had congregated around him, wanting to see what all the commotion was about, and soon there wasn’t a single square inch left for him to walk on without hurting someone. A secondary gathering was busy swimming in his milk and cum, a few dozen feet away, while many were already trying to climb onto him, perhaps hoping for some personal attention.

He looked at his room, visible through the wrecked apartment block.

Half a bottle left.