[REQ] Anne - The Wrong Dosage

Anne bought some drugs offered by GoodCorp for temporary male enhancement. These drugs were meant to be like trial versions of permanent enhancement treatments they offered.

Anne took a pill as instructed on the bottle and the nanites went to work. And work they did! She had tripled her size in mere minutes and her sensitivity was increased tenfold. Every touch was electric.

She stumbled into the bathroom to continue her exploration feeling the weight between her legs. Soon, her balls were reaching the back of her knees while she continued to jack off over and over without any pause but mere seconds. She felt an erection coming, the strongest hard-on she could feel since getting her male bits. But, the feeling did not stop.

A hard-on which continued but, she was still soft? She looked down to see that all four of her hands held a long coiling flesh-colored tube thicker than a large can of cola. She snapped out of it to realize she was now sitting on her beanbag-sized balls. Her body weight was pushing into her testicles and causing her to feel a never-ending hard-on while her still growing penis had too much mass to even begin getting erect.

She quickly looked at the instructions on the bottle. The drug wasn't supposed to grow her sensitive bits to such a scale. She felt the cold tiled floor beneath her ball sac as her toes slowly left whatever contact they had with the floor. She was slowly rising on her growing couch-sized testicles.

She struggled to move but the sloshing baby batter in her was getting difficult to drag around. It must've outweighed her by now. She reread the labels and started searching on her phone for any way to halt her growth.

She scrolled through warnings of men having overdosed and pinned their lovers underneath them or having gotten stuck in doorways or crushed chairs and computer tables. The only way was to empty all of her newly produced spunk. Once out of her system, she'll hopefully return to normal.

She continued to jack off with her other three arms whatever she could cover of her ten-foot-long penis. She shot a load that'd have been equivalent to her twenty previous ejaculations. But, the building heat in her loins remained un-abated. She felt her perspective get higher as she was raised slowly further away, inch by inch, by her swelling scrotum.

She started to panic and hastened her effort, putting every bicep she had through the workout of jacking off her python, as roughly as she can. Pleasure filled her head and tears of joy started streaming down with every intense unloading which lasted more than a minute each with only a few seconds of a gap in between.

Soon she was spraying such large volumes of baby batter that the bathtub started taking too long to drain. "This isn't working!", She panted to herself. She unlocked her phone again and paused briefly between two numbers in her call list.

Her friend with benefits and the GodCorp emergency number (to keep matters discreet they started service in competition to the EMS). Tongue rolling out as she moaned the hundredth time that night, she hazily felt the blue dawn flowing into her bathroom window. She had been at this all night. Another wave of pleasure hits her, she's started to zone out with every release.

Unable to form words other than whimper and moan, she hits SOS in her message and sends it. She doesn't recall whom she's sent the message or if any help will come to her on time. She just needs to get her tanks empty.