Small Problems
by The Obsessive-Compulsive
Curt sighed in frustration. He was miles away from home and
conceptually even further away from his goals. Attending the school of
Biological Sciences at the Mayo Research Institute in Rochester had been a
great opportunity ... and doing it at age 16 was an even greater honor.
The sandy-haired youth had been so bored with typical schooling, it had
even started to bring down his impressive G.P.A. back home in Montana. It
had been his parents and counselors who decided that early college
placement would be the appropriate setting for his studies.
Not that he felt that they were wrong ... he'd learned so much
during the past six months that he felt certain he'd gain his
undergraduate degree inside of three more years. The only problem wathat
he missed the familiar faces and comforts of home.
Leaning back in his dorm-standard chair, Curt sighed and turned
down the heat on the amino compound he'd been working on and ran his
fingers through his hair. It wasn't as if he didn't have anyone to talk
to; he called home every Sunday and even chatted with a couple of the guys
from BioChem after class on Tuesday and Thursday. He even had met
Christa... She was the type of girlfriend who almost made him feel
welcome and ... normal.
But being so far from home for the first time made him lonely. It
didn't matter how much he liked the studies or learning; he still missed
the familiar surroundings of home. Oh, a couple of times, he'd tried to
make his new home feel more like Montana, but Minnesota wasn't really his
cup of tea. He needed a confidant; someone to hold hands with and just
feel cared for. Christa filled that category, but any relationship with
her was probably predestined for failure.
It wasn't her fault; certainly not! But, like at home, Curt had
serious misgivings about himself. He wasn't really bad-looking; actually,
he would probably be considered handsome if he ever really concentrated on
his hair and clothes; but he was ... inadequate ... in other areas.
Three areas to be precise: His height, his penis and his balls.
All of them were under-developed to an extreme degree. Curt only
stood about 5'5" and really had to reach to get to the high shelves in the
dorm closet. All his life, he'd been too small to really get by as easily
as his friends who were easily half a foot taller than he was. It had
been a constant source of humiliation and embarrassment for him over the
years. But even more so was his genitalia. He'd only had sex twice in
high school and each time had ended the same way. The girls had been
kind, but he'd gained the reputation around school as being "Curt: The
Tiny Weenie Wonder".
Christa was no different. She treated Curt like he suspected
she'd treat anyone else, but that still couldn't conceal her
disappointment. When the two'd had sex a week ago and she acted like she
didn't mind. Except Curt recognized that look of disappointment in her
eye and knew that down deep, nothing had changed. Curt even suspected she
was somewhat of a size fetishist, and knew that sex between them would
never be what either she or he wanted.
Ever since he was fourteen, he'd been measuring himself to see if
adolescence would catch him up to the other guys in the gym class locker
room. It had been a fruitless wait. Even now, halfway between 16 and 17
years old, his erection could only reach a maximum three and a half inches
long. His balls were similarly-sized, being about half the diameter of
ping pong balls. It was frustrating as well as humiliating. Why did he
have to be this way?
And why couldn't he change it?
For the past two months he'd been experimenting with baths of
amino acids and trace chemicals found in DNA strands linked to sexual
development. He'd tried countless experiments, but all his work was for
nothing ... so far. His research would probably get him kicked out of the
school if anyone found out; and since there was no cooking allowed in dorm
rooms, it was a constant risk of someone smelling the warming chemicals
and asking too many questions or complaining.
He'd tested each one of his concoctions with specially designed
litmus paper and chemical interaction mixes. Some had yielded more
promise than others, but nothing significant enough to risk using on
himself. Wearily, he checked the clock; it was nearly 2am. Shaking his
head, he dully added another five c.c.'s of Carbon-Hydroxide mixture #42
to the basic formula he'd concocted this week. If it worked, it should
turn blue. Down deep, he knew it wouldn't.
Through bleary eyes, he watched the particles partially dissolved
in the CHide drift into the amino bath along with the other compounds. He
turned up the flame beneath them. For several moments nothing happened
... then it began to change color.
Blue.
Curt blinked and straightened up in his chair. It had changed to
blue. Perfect blue without striations or lack of tint. Rubbing the **82**
out of his eyes, he peered closer for any signs of impurity. With a
nervous laugh he quickly recorded this last step in his journal and noted
the passage of the new compound by visual inspection. It was fantastic!
Quickly, he jumped up and spun around! He'd done it ... the
compound passed the color test ... every other one had failed! And yet...
His gaze went back to the blue liquid simmering away atop its flame. That
was just the first test. Lord only knew how the compound would effect a
living subject.
He walked over to the desk again and withdrew a tiny amount from
the vial with an eyedropper. Taking it into his bedroom, he put it on the
dresser by his bed to let it cool. Lying down, he thought about what he'd
have to do if he succeeded. Buy new pants, that was for sure! But how
big should he go? In some of his fantasies, he'd dreamt about being like
those porno stars he'd seen on some videos ... the guys who looked like
they were hung like ponies. Still, that could be difficult. There were
many women who didn't like large men; it would seriously limit his dating
range! Then again, he thought as he massaged his groin, he was doing this
for himself; not anyone else...
Daydreaming, he reached down to the tiny lump at his crotch and
began to massage his cock with his fingertips. Soon it would be
different; this would be the last time he came as the "Tiny Weenie
Wonder".
As he drifted off to **82**, the beaker in the next room continued
to simmer...
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The electronic buzz of Curt's alarm clock brought him to instant
awareness. The night had passed quickly and it was nearly 9:00 Saturday
morning. Blearily, he pawed at the incessant clock until it stopped its
irritating noise. He'd woken with a hard-on (not surprising considering
the dreams he'd had the night before) and looked down at his feeble
erection.
With a hopeful smile, he patted his tiny member and stroked
himself for a few minutes. Allowing the erotic sensation to ripple over
him, he indulged his last waking dream for a few more minutes and reached
over to the eye dropper. It had cooled down and still held the dark blue
color.
"Here goes nothing..." he sarcastically muttered. Squeezing out a
few drops onto the tip of his erect penis, he massaged the oil-like fluid
over himself. A few more drops on his balls and he sat back in bed to see
if anything would happen. Minutes passed.
No tingling sensation, no warmth ... nothing.
Perhaps a larger dosage... After all, according to his
calculations, the amount in the eye dropper should give him a 200%
increase, and he'd only used a third of the total. Waiting for another
fifteen minutes just to be sure, he gently applied the remainder of the
solution.
Masturbating slowly, he rubbed the chemical into his flesh until a
thin, blue sheen covered his genitals. Slowly, Curt's skin absorbed the
liquid and his cock 'n balls returned to their former color. Still
watching, he set the timer on his alarm clock. Something should happen at
least within the first quarter-hour... That was one of the signs it would
be working. Time passed slowly.
Fifteen minutes went by ... then another fifteen.
No change.
Curt clenched his eyes shut as he felt his heart drop. He had
been so close... The DNA chemical discoveries, the amino bath ... even
the mass-increase problems. Everything had been worked out. He'd worked
on natural sex development for such a long time that...
He sat up suddenly. The amino bath!
Jumping out of bed stark naked, he ran into the main room of his
dorm. The flame was still burning and the Pyrex beaker had boiled down to
a thick, blue sludge on the bottom. Overnight, he'd boiled off at least
85% of the liquid contents of his material... With the expense of
replacing it, it would be weeks before he could afford to try again!
Dismay overcoming him, Curt capped the Bunsen burner and collapsed into
the overstuffed chair he kept by the window.
Blankly, he stared at the glop in the two-litre container he'd
cooked down over the past six hours. Deep inside a part of him didn't
want to believe he'd made such a thick-headed blunder. Still, there it
was; staring him in the face. He only had himself to blame. The
experiment was unsalvageable. Or was it.
The analytical part of Curt's mind started working on the problem.
Fueled by desperation, he slowly sat up and stared at the near-empty
beaker. True, most of the crucial amino-acids would've broken down under
that kind of sustained heat, but what if the key elements had already
finished their reaction? The remaining glop might have properties that
the batch from earlier lacked. Quickly taking the beaker, he ran it over
to the pan of room temperature water he kept on the window sill.
Immersing it slowly, he started cooling the boiled mixture.
Going back into the bedroom, he snapped up the eyedropper, his
calculator and a large petri dish. Most of the fluid had been lost; a
certain percentage of it must've been ruined by the long-term exposure.
However, he could theoretically calculate how much active ingredient may
be left in the blue sludge. Maybe enough for a valid test.
After a few moments, his fingers finished their trek across the
keypad. If his calculations were correct, there should be enough left in
the sludge for another three eyedroppers full! Anxiously, he checked the
temperature of the glop and filled the eyedropper. Sitting back in the
chair carefully, he lay he his balls and penis in the petri dish and
squeezed the contents of the eyedropper over himself.
It was still somewhat hot and Curt winced as he rubbed the thick
chemical over his genitals. Vigorously, he rubbed the stuff into his skin
until his flesh took on the same dark blue color as before. Quickly, he
checked the clock on the wall. 9:40.
A faint tingle seemed to seep into his penis as he sat and
watched. Still nothing happened. 9:50 came and went with no change ...
the tingle began to fade. Desperate, Curt grabbed the remaining glop and
poured it over his cock and began rubbing it in. The tingle remained, but
nothing happened. Soon, as the clock slowly etched its way to 10:20, the
feeling faded and left him with a blue-stained cock still the same small
size as ever...
Closing his eyes, he cursed his luck. He'd almost had it. It had
reacted like he thought it might, except for the lack of growth. It
shouldn't have been much, but there should've been something visible at
the early stage. Interaction with his own glands should've seen to
that... Sighing, he slowly got up. Fetching his clothes and a towel, he
walked down to the dorm showers around the corner.
Making sure that there was no one inside, he folded his clothes in
one of the cubicles and went into the large shower area. Quickly, he
started to wash the blue color off of his cock. It didn't seem to be
doing very well, but at least the erotic feelings showed him he could at
least still fantasize... More vigorously, he rubbed himself as he worked
the abnormal coloration out of his skin. Soon hard, he looked around. No
one in yet; most of the dorm guys **84** in 'till at least Noon on
Saturday.
Sighing, Curt began stroking himself off.
Slowly, he began to feel a bit better about the whole situation;
he'd be able to continue ... it would just take a while. Stroke after
stroke brought him to the edge of cumming when, with a shock, he noticed
the tingle had come back. Looking down at his soap-covered member, he
could feel the tingle build as he built himself towards climax. Groaning
in pleasure, he continued more rapidly, pumping himself harder and faster.
Soon, with a roaring heat, the tingle seemed to explode into the most
sensual experience Curt had ever had. It felt like he was cumming, but he
couldn't.
Looking down, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was
growing! Eyeballing his size against his own hand, he was already at
least a half inch beyond his normal 3 1/2 and growing as he watched. He
stopped pumping himself as his balls tried to cum; but nothing happened.
Instead, the pressure seemed to build along his whole length and he just
continued to grow larger.
And larger.
Five inches came and went, as did six. Slowly, his hard-on got
thicker and longer as his tiny balls began to swell. It was like watching
a long, thick balloon slowly fill. The pressure was growing more and more
intense as seven inches neared. His balls were almost an inch and a half
across now as the pressure swelled and suddenly, released.
With orgasmic shock, Curt watched himself spray an arc of cum
across the shower room to the opposite wall, six feet away. Each spasm
shook him with uncontrolled sexual ecstasy as he continued to churn out
his juices. Gradually, the effect waned and left Curt panting in tired
relief. Slowly, he felt the tingle fade as he looked down to his
still-stiff member in his hands.
Enormously thick, his engorged cock was still throbbing at the
workout it had received. Easily spanning seven inches in length, Curt's
penis was an inch and three-quarters in diameter with balls that sagged
-exhausted from their exertions- an amazing three inches across each.
Curt smiled wearily in dumbfounded amazement. It was incredible! In
under ten minutes he'd grown to somewhat larger-than-normal proportions
with balls like tangerines...
It may not have been the size he'd been aiming for, but he'd
finally done it!
After washing down the opposite wall of the showers, Curt dried
himself off and quickly went back to his dorm room to call Christa. He
had a real treat in store for her, and he couldn't wait to see her
response!
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Christa enjoyed dinner at Mancuso's and it had been difficult for
Curt to sit with her through the movie afterwards, but now -sitting in
Christa's room at the house where she lived- he smiled as he sat down
across from her. It had taken getting used to, adjusting his larger cock
when he moved or sat, but it was a trial he'd more than be willing to put
up with. The other women that lived with Christa near campus were all out
that night, so they had the house alone to themselves. Slowly, Christa
sidled over to Curt and put her arm around his shoulders.
"So Curt... What was eating you all night?"
Curt looked a bit surprised that he'd been so obvious. Slowly, he
smiled. "Well, I was remembering last week; y'know, over at my dorm."
She smiled and shook her long, auburn hair out of its binder.
Quietly, she sidled over next to him and put an arm over his shoulder.
"Oh really? Maybe we shoulda ordered a pizza and video tape instead..."
Seductively, she nuzzled his neck and left tiny impressions of her kisses
along the side of his face.
A satisfied shudder of expectation made Curt blush as he encircled
her waist with his arm and returned her kiss. Both leaning back on
Christa's couch, the two embraced and kissed. Although Christa was a bit
over-endowed, needing a custom-made bra for her volleyball-sized breasts;
she still pulled him tightly to her and began to massage Curt's lower
back. Curt could feel his recent endowments rising to attention in his
jeans, and shifted a bit uncomfortably. Soon, as her hands began working
the bulge in his pants, she paused -looking a bit curious. With a half
smile, she patted Curt's crotch.
"C'mon Curt ... you don't need to 'pad your bra' with me."
Curt simply smiled. His excitement couldn't be held in check any
longer. "I didn't," he proclaimed ecstatically, "take a look..."
With deft hands and an amused look on her face, Christa undid the
zipper and button on his jeans. Already pushing past the elastic binder
on his underpants, Curt's erection stood out proudly. Christa gasped.
"That ... that's," she paused, looking for the right word,
"impossible!" She looked up at him, amazed. "Curt, what happened? You're
... bigger!"
Slowly, Curt pulled off the remainder of his pants and shrugged.
"It was an experiment; and it worked..."
Christa smiled, shaking her head in amazement. "I'll say! Holy
shit, Curt; this could be the cosmetic-surgery discovery of the decade!"
She paused, her intellectual amazement giving way to more sexual thoughts.
"Is it ... is it, safe to touch?"
Curt stretched his arms back and slipped his hands around her
waist. Slowly, her tight sweater pulled off her body, revealing her
tight, flat stomach; her enormous, ample cleavage; and overall, her
perfect, clear complexion. Tossing the sweater to one side, Curt leaned
forward and tentatively kissed her cheek. "It's as safe as always... Do
you like 'big'?"
Taking back her confidence and control of the conversation,
Christa slowly leaned down and licked the tip of Curt's penis. "Does that
answer your question?" she asked as she licked the tip again.
Curt's temporary control and pride dwindled under her
ministrations as he dumbly nodded to the ecstasy she delivered. Rising,
she pulled off his shirt and the rest of her clothes, laying them on the
arm of the sofa. "Actually," she said, "I've loved 'big' for a looooong
time. You just can't admit it in public ... it's not 'Politically
Correct' for a woman to like guys who are hung like horses..." She paused
as she licked his erection again. "...or even Bigger..." With a deep
thrust, Christa suddenly wrapped her lips entirely around his penis and
took his seven inches deep within her throat. Rising for air, she looked
him in the eye, "I mean, you may not be 'horse-like'; but bigger than you
were and that's Definitely better!"
The slight feeling of inadequacy Curt felt at her comment about
him still not being up-to-size quickly faded as she began to lick his
engorged tip and run her mouth up and down his shaft. Tenderly, she took
his small-orange-sized balls and squeezed them. Continuously, his hips
ground against her as she administered to him orally and sucked his cock
like a milking machine. The tingle in his penis grew as his balls seemed
to churn amidst the attention. Her pumping grew more and more frenzied as
she squeezed him tighter and harder.
Her enormous, breasts -nipples hardened to the size of her thumb
tips- brushed enticingly against his thighs. Lost in ecstasy, he fondled
her soft flesh; gently caressing the aureoles and heavy curve beneath
them. Slowly, the pressure built up inside him and he knew he was going
to cum. Breaths coming in short pants, he struggled to gasp out "I'm
cumming ... Christa..."
But he didn't.
The tingle in his cock filled his body as he arched his back in a
quasi-orgasm. Christa's eyes widened in amazement as suddenly, Curt's
cock began to grow. Slowly, like a long balloon, Curt's erection began to
push deeper into Christa's mouth and throat. Her eyes widened in
amazement. Taking hold of his shaft with both hands, Christa continued to
suck with wild abandon. Harder and harder, she drew on his cock, as Curt
watched his member swell between her lips. Continuously, he grew longer
and thicker, as his balls began to strain against her hands. Soon, his
testicles swelling past the size of oranges, his pubic hair began growing
in a massive tangle around his genitals.
Still, his cock grew.
Eight inches ... Nine, and still growing. His erection was now
half as thick as his own wrist as -with a grunt of sexual ecstasy- he
began to spurt enormous quantities of cum into Christa's throat.
Greedily, she slurped and sucked on him as the tingle began to fade. Drop
by drop, she tried to stem the stream, but enormous quantities spilled out
from around her mouth. Nearly a minute passed, as Curt reached and
exceeded ten inches. Still sucking down as much of his cum as she could,
Christa squeezed his balls tightly, as if wringing every drop out of him.
Spurting over her lips, face and hair, Curt's orgasm gradually subsided,
leaving him still shaking with pleasure.
Gasping for air, Christa wiped her mouth on the back of her hand
and looked at Curt, stunned. "That's ... that's some experiment!" she
gasped.
Curt looked at his erection, amazed. "I thought it had stopped
earlier... My God, I'm huge!" Tentatively, he touched his engorged tip
and patted it with his finger tips. It bobbed slightly as he stood up.
Picking up a tape measure from the hall desk, Christa quickly came
over to Curt and measured him. She let out a low whistle of appreciation
at his new length as she wrapped the tape measure around his shaft. She
looked up at him... "Curt, you've grown to eleven inches long and
five-and-a-half inches around." She did some quick mental math. "Jesus,
Curt. You're almost two inches thick! What was in that stuff you
experimented with?"
Curt shrugged. "A variety of organic compounds normally found in
DNA patterns associated with sexual development. I mean, I had to also
add synthetic hormones and dissolve it all in an amino acid bath, but I
didn't expect this sort of reaction... Earlier, it enlarged me quite a
bit ... over a fifty-percent increase. This isn't that much of an
increase compared to the first growth spurt, but I never expected..."
"Are you saying that you'll get bigger every time you climax?"
The abrupt question brought Curt to a sudden stop. In truth, he
had tried to tie the growth to hormonal and stress levels in the body and
appropriate glands, but could it be true? He shuddered to think about it.
Even if the percentage growth was less each time, he could be gargantuan
in a very short time... True, he'd fantasized about elephantine
proportions and even beyond, but in Real Life...
He looked at Christa, uncertain. "I really don't know. It wasn't
as big an increase as the last time, so it may be just residual effects.
Y'see, I was aiming for something around fourteen to sixteen inches..."
Christa looked at him stunned and with a half-smile.
"Not bad..." she murmured. Brightening, she tapped his still-stiff
member, "I guess we'll have to test that theory ... get on the bed."
Curt looked surprised. "But ... but Christa. I mean, what if I
*do keep getting bigger? This could be a catastrophe!"
With raised eyebrows and lick of her lips, Christa smiled. "Tell
me about it..." Pressing her massive breasts against his chest, she slowly
rubbed her flesh over his, enticing him. Seemingly, the compound had also
given him extra stamina, because his enlarged penis began to rise again.
She smiled coyly as she felt his manhood press against her inner thigh.
"I mean, if things got too bad, you could create a reverse formula,
couldn't you?"
Curt thought about it for a second. It was somewhat unfair;
Christa's ample endowments were clouding his judgment along with her
implied promise of even more sex... Still, he was pretty sure he
understood the principles behind the enlargement. In fact, he thought as
he began to massage her hard nipples, he was sure he could undo it... In
response to her, Curt simply nodded.
Taking his nod as an assent, Christa quickly swept the smaller man
up and hoisted him over to the bed. Swinging him in a broad arc, she
slung him down with a whoosh of air from her soft mattress. With a
continuous, smooth motion, she swept down and pounced on him like a cat on
a tiny, frightened rabbit. Her knees flanking his hips and her hands
planted on either side of his shoulders, she looked down on him with a
playful look of glee. Curt couldn't think of anything to say ... he'd
never seen her like this!
Slowly, she ran her fingers down his chest, gently massaging his
tense muscles. Enticingly, she continued to follow his muscular contours
down to his now rock-hard groin. With a conspiratorial smile, she leaned
forward -her breasts resting against his lower legs- and licked his
engorged tip. Gradually, Christa moved up and down Curt's erection; every
second pausing to deliver a tiny, enticing lick to him. Curt clenched his
eyes shut as he drew in each successive breath with a shudder.
Lingering gently, Christa planted a series of successively more
lengthy kisses with her supple lips along the length of his shaft. Her
eyes half-closed in erotic pleasure, she ran her tongue around the tip of
his cock, following the ridge of its head. She paused only a second to
look Curt in the eyes before parting her lips slightly and sucking on his
engorged mushroom-like head. Her tongue roaming around the surface of his
cock, Christa pumped her mouth repeatedly up and down his shaft.
Uncontrollably, Curt began to buck his hips gently against her face while
his short, deep breaths became soft moans of ecstasy.
Slowly, she sucked him deeper and deeper, until he could feel the
contours of her throat wrapping itself around his eleven-inch boner. His
grunts and groans came louder as he began to grind more heavily into her
luscious lips. She barely was able to fit her mouth around the width of
his shaft at its base as he pumped and bucked under her oral care.
Indeed, his balls -bouncing madly against his thighs- were each more than
she could've taken into her mouth. Slowly, she pulled back from him -lips
lingering tantalizingly- leaving his throbbing cock wanting her return.
With another smile, she leaned down further and sucked on his
balls, while her hands slowly stroked his erection. Pausing, she smiled
up at him. "Is Little Curt ready to get big for me?" she asked teasingly.
Curt could only nod dumbly, fearing that she might not resume. Smiling
broadly, she slowly rose to her knees and placed her cunt over his massive
tip.
Closing her eyes in anticipation, she slowly lowered herself down
over his erection. A sharp intake of breath was the only outward sign of
how she felt to have his massive cock enter her body. With hands
quivering in ecstasy, she guided Curt's palms to her breasts as she began
to ride him up and down. Deep inside his balls, Curt could feel the
tingle of the fluid begin to build.