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The mess in their apartment only got worse, so instead of trying to revert anything, Carter decided to give up on it. The couch was ruined, a large pool of cream flooded the whole floor, and their laundry pile had turned into an enormous wet mountain that never seemed to shrink. They tried with clothes, towels, and even sheets to contain the expanding puddle, but the cum and milk soaked everything within seconds.

Worse, William ate another one of Carter’s experimental cookies after swearing he was only going to smell it. Carter spent almost an hour yelling at him afterward, but by then there was nothing either of them could do except watch William grow again. His 6-foot cock stretched forward until it reached 10 feet long when hard and 4 feet in diameter. His balls swelled until each one measured close to 4 feet across, spreading on the floor like immovable hills.

His tits grew to match those proportions, slightly bigger than his balls and looking so incredibly packed that his skin shone under the light. His nipples got massively swollen, as big as a fist, pushing outward from ridiculously broad areolas at the center of each tit. The ridiculous amount of milk held within the tits kept the skin tight, warm, veiny, and constantly aching for release. His hips widened again to support all that new weight, so the ass he had been proud of long before any cookie entered his life got so huge that even Carter admitted that calling it a dump truck was underselling it.

Normal furniture stopped existing as an option, so Carter rented the back half of an old print-shop warehouse on the edge of town. It had huge loading doors, high ceilings, concrete floors, and most importantly, a deep trench drain that ran the entire length of the room. Carter built William a gigantic padded platform to support his ass and hips, then added thick slings underneath his 4-foot balls so their weight wouldn’t constantly drag at his groin.

His permanently hard cock needed its setup, so the 10 feet of thick man meat rested inside a long padded section of the platform that started between William’s spread legs and stretched across the floor. Carter had thought of every tiny detail, so even the thick veins traveling across the massive shaft could be comfortable against the support underneath.

The huge head disappeared inside a soft, clear collection chamber Carter had ordered from an industrial supplier and modified until it fit. The chamber sealed around the crown without squeezing too hard, and from there a clear hose thicker than Carter’s wrist carried William’s nonstop cum flow across the warehouse toward the storage wall. Every time William’s cock throbbed, the chamber jumped, the hose kicked against its brackets, and another heavy white burst raced through the transparent tubing toward the waiting tanks.

William’s tits required an even crazier system. Carter knew that anything designed for a normal person couldn’t work, so he got two enormous padded supports beneath them, because letting such immense things hang completely free put too much strain on William’s shoulders and back. There was a soft suction cup over each gigantic nipple, attached to a powerful milk pump, which never turned off because William’s tits never stopped producing and shooting milk.

Even after hours of milking, Carter could disconnect one cup, press a hand against the enormous mound, and feel the internal pressure rebuilding beneath the stretched skin. Thick milk lines ran from the cups overhead and down toward another bank of tanks, pulsing constantly as cream rushed through them. The motors worked day and night, valves clicked when milk had filled a tank, hoses trembled against the ceiling brackets, and every few minutes William’s nipples throbbed hard and made both lines jump.

Carter lined up rows of huge plastic tanks and stainless drums—an area he called “the storage wall”—all marked with dates and labels for milk or cum. He started keeping everything after making an accidental discovery he still hadn’t told anyone about: tiny controlled samples of William’s cream caused growth. Carter had tested William’s milk first and ended up with noticeably broader shoulders within hours, then carefully experimented with even smaller amounts of cum and watched his muscles thicken again. His arms got bigger, his chest gained much more mass, and even his cookie-grown cock had grown until it reached 2 feet when hard.

Carter insisted every test was scientific—which was true—but William insisted Carter had only found an excuse to drink weird things and get huge—which was also true. So a couple of days after moving to the warehouse, Carter began secretly working on doses so that somebody could take a measured amount and gain muscle without ending up in William’s current condition—immobility. He was already thinking about eventually selling it if he could make the reaction predictable, and when he shared his idea, William’s response surprised him.

“I’ll allow it on one condition,” William said, looking at his massive tits, the enormous cock, and the ridiculous collection of containers filled with cum and milk. “If you’re selling what my chest and balls are producing, I’m getting half of it.”

“You serious?” Carter asked, confused by how frighteningly comfortable William seemed about something so insane. “I thought you’d reject the idea.”

“It’s not like this will ever stop, so we better make a profit out of it,” William replied, shrugging. “We’ll be business partners. Your formula started it all, and my body is doing the work,” he added casually. “But you better take good care of me.”

“Oh, I will,” Carter said, reaching up to pat William’s tits. “I’ll treat you like the prized cow you are,” he added, laughing and digging his fingers into the taut flesh.

“Ugh,” William groaned long and low as even that light contact felt intense because of how sensitive his whole body was. “Asshole. No cow in the world gives this much milk.”

Carter snorted, shaking his head. “Fair,” he said, kneading William’s tits some more. “Now relax, and I’ll take care of everything else.”

William sighed, loosened his body, and felt his cock and tits delivering more cream into the collecting cups. Relaxing was easy when there was nothing else he could do but stay there. He spent most afternoons sprawled in the middle of the warehouse with his gigantic ass sunk into the reinforced padding, his huge hips spread wide around the supports, his 4-foot balls resting heavily in their slings, and his 10-foot cock lying across the trough ahead of him.

The pumps worked continuously at his nipples, and the cup collected his cum at his cock, and most of the time William barely reacted beyond an occasional satisfied groan when the pressure dropped. He played games, watched television, ate snacks, and complained whenever Carter blocked the screen while changing tanks.

Carter learned quickly how to handle William and all his needs. He knew how to slip both arms beneath one tit and lift to reposition it, how to roll one of the gigantic balls a few inches without pulling painfully at William’s groin, and how to massage the thick muscles around William’s hips and ridiculous ass when being stuck in the same position made them stiff.

One of the funniest parts of the whole situation is that William’s body had gotten incredibly sensitive since the last cookie he ate. Carter could touch one place and make three other things react. A firm massage beneath one huge ball could make William’s nipples instantly swell harder inside the suction cups. Rubbing the tension out of William’s hips could make his cock throb so hard that the clear collection chamber jumped. Even lifting one massive tit sometimes made the pumps suddenly change pitch as his entire body shivered.

Carter had learned to recognize the warning signs when the cream production jumped into overdrive. William’s cheeks would flush, his breathing would shorten and turn uneven, his balls would tense inside their slings, and then every machine around him would suddenly have to work much harder. During those moments, the milk lines would stop looking like clear hoses and instead turn completely white due to the rush of liquid, while the cock line bucked so hard from the pressure that Carter had to place a hand on its bracket.

One afternoon, about 2 weeks after moving into the warehouse, Carter had been massaging William’s hips when he noticed all the warning signs starting at once. William’s ass shifted heavily beneath him, making the reinforced platform groan, and his enormous tits tightened against their supports as his nipples pushed harder into the cups.

“Oh, fuck,” William breathed, closing his eyes as Carter pressed deeper into the thick muscle above his ass. “So much pressure!”

His balls tightened inside their slings while a shudder ran through his entire body. The 10-foot cock suddenly throbbed so hard that the collection chamber jerked several inches, and Carter looked toward the storage wall just in time to see the meter on the current tank begin climbing much faster. William moaned low and raw, trying to move his hips, but there was far too much mass and weight to move freely.

“Carter,” William whispered as his breathing shortened. “Please, now.”

“Oh, sure!” Carter said, knowing exactly what William meant.

By then, they had discovered that pleasure sent William’s already ridiculous production completely out of control. The first time they had used this method, things were awkward because they had been friends for a while and had never seen each other as anything but that. But after the first few times of Carter fucking William long and hard, they couldn’t deny how much both enjoyed it and how much they longed for it.

So, Carter moved in behind William, removing his pants and letting his cock grow to its 2-foot-long massiveness. He pressed between the gigantic cheeks—arranged permanently in a position for Carter to reach the hole at any given moment—and slid his cock into William’s ass. As soon as William felt the cock entering him and going deeper, he immediately lost whatever ability he still had to pretend he was calm. Horniness took over harder every time.

William’s huge body strained against the supports, his head fell back in pure bliss, and a loud broken cry echoed through the warehouse before dissolving into helpless moans. Carter’s cock reached so deep into his body that with each powerful thrust, William’s whole body shivered and trembled violently. He couldn’t articulate words and could only breathe hard, cry out, and grip the padded platform while Carter kept pounding at full speed and force.

The machinery went crazy. Both breast pumps jumped into a higher pitch as William’s gigantic nipples throbbed inside the cups, and milk rushed through the overhead hoses so quickly that the transparent lines got white from one end to the other. William’s tits visibly shook as the pressure eased and the flesh softened for a moment before his nonstop production began filling them again.

At the same time, his huge balls tightened inside their slings and his cock trembled against the padded trough in response, making the collection chamber at its head buck so hard that Carter heard the mounting brackets rattle. The cum flowed even harder, and the custom-made system seemed barely able to keep up with the cock volume. A red “FULL” light came on, and the automatic valve snapped over to the next tank.

Carter laughed when that second tank hit full less than a minute after the first.

William heard him and tried to say something sarcastic, but he was too overwhelmed to form coherent words, so he could only cry out again. He was pretty much gone by then. His eyes stayed closed, his face was bright red, and every breath came out as another groan or broken cry while Carter kept thrusting hard into him.

The massive tits looked duller than ever, even as gallons of milk came out every second without slowing down. His balls seemed just as packed and still ridiculously heavy and firm despite the violent output from his cock. The collection cups and the lines connected to them worked harder with every passing second, dangerously close to giving up. Carter watched three containers switch in quick succession and realized that the warehouse system he had considered ridiculously oversized a few days earlier was starting to look inadequate.

Eventually, Carter shot his load deep into William’s guts, and that seemed to finally ease the intense overdrive. William was barely conscious at that point, exhausted and floating somewhere between pleasure and sleep while the machinery slowly dropped from screaming overload back toward its ordinary nonstop pull.

Carter stayed behind him, with his cock still buried between the gigantic cheeks, while he caught his breath. He kneaded William’s hips, and even something as simple as that made William shiver and moan. He looked at the storage wall and shook his head. Several new tanks were already full, one was more than halfway full, and the pumps had never stopped because William’s body was not interested in taking a break, despite his exhaustion.

Carter slowly pulled his cock out and jumped back into his normal job to replace another full tank and write the date across the labels. The warehouse had solved some problems, but it hadn’t slowed William down. However, considering his business idea, everything was progressing towards success, especially now that he understood how to trigger even higher production levels.

He looked over at William’s gigantic body, then down at his bigger muscles. Somewhere inside all those tanks might be a fortune if he could ever figure out how to control what William produced, but that problem could wait. William was already smiling again as the pressure slowly rebuilt inside his enormous tits, and the huge cock throbbed.

Carter smiled back, realizing that somewhere between the first ruined couch and the warehouse full of pumps, drums, hoses, and cream, they had both stopped discussing how to make William normal again. The goal was to get everything even bigger, so if anything else failed, Carter could always bake more cookies.

THE END

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