A scalding rope of cum ejaculated forcefully from Stan’s tool. Stan’s hands convulsed as they grasped the length of his heavy jutting shaft.

The growing beast inside him took more hold of him with every shock of pleasure, driving him to higher and higher heights of ecstasy and need. The lust, the desire, flooded his mind. It pushed away all concern for his changing body or how he had come to this point. His own deeply buried lurid fantasies bubbled to the surface as he breathed out visible steamy puffs of air from his nostrils.

His vision shuddered and blurred to a single point as saliva dripped from his widened teeth before being washed away by the powerful shower’s spray. His heavy breathing had found a terrible lustful cadence. In this moment there was only fulfillment. The aches in his stretched muscles and groaning pain of his very bones were forgotten, washed away by the needful pulsing of his loins.

The orgasm wouldn’t end. The blows of pleasure could seemingly only grow in intensity and power. The force of it threatened to topple him into a shuddering pile on the shower floor, but somehow his new body held him aloft.

Before another rope-like string of cum could ejaculate from his cock his length tensed with fresh new blood. His rapidly beating heart, fueled by the need, was unwilling to let his dick soften. The sudden surge of blood blocking his next shuddering ejaculation. His penis’s weighty flesh wobbled with his hips, supported by its own muscular length as it struggled to heft itself upward, preparing for the next spasming outpour.

His orgasm built and built as a small dribble of pearly-white cum managed to leak from his cock’s engorged head as it inflamed. The trickle was mere a precursor for what was to come. He could feel the pressure grow and grow to such an overwhelming degree that the power muscles of his cock could no longer contain it. His balls pressed against his thighs as they were dragged upward towards his groin. Small tears winced from the corners of his dilated unfocused-eyes as he reached his apex.

“HUURR…GRAAHH!” he moaned as his long jaw clenched, his teeth ground against each other as his ears flattened backwards against the top of his head. His hands, still furiously jerking at his meat squeezed whatever part of his length they found themselves on. Stan’s ten-inch length was no longer able to be fully contained by his enlarged hands. He gripped his male-hood in an almost panic like he had almost lost the grip on the rung of a ladder from a great height.

His fingers strained to be able to fully grasp the circumference of his own girth as he madly squeezed the meat between his legs. His hips had long stopped swaying with his kneading digits and had taken up a staccato jerky rhythm of sudden powerful movements. With a final hard pulse his cock jumped upward, forcing his hands off of his tool as the muscles in his arms and shoulders convulsed.

“HHHURRR!” he groaned with a deep primitive rumble that vibrated in his chest. The fire of need filled his senses. The column of jism traveling up his red vein-covered length felt like raw uncooled magma. His blood roiled, his heart pounding in his pinned ears. The seed’s powerful pressure was enough to visibly bloat his angry cock’s concrete-hard muscle. The cum plowed its way up the base of his jutting manhood with a disregard for his cock’s size or strength as it breached the gaping slit of his urinary tract.

“WHHINNEEYY!” he screamed again, this time the animalistic roar didn’t catch in his throat, it felt, natural. His balls heaved in their sac as they supplied his cock. The pressure was impossible to hold back any longer. He came hard.

The single column of cum shot upward against the tile, its distance far exceeding all other ejaculations he had produced. The jism impacted the small shower’s wall with enough force that it splashed back against Stan’s chest, covering his rapidly rising and falling torso with splatters of steaming-hot semen.

Stan’s testicles throbbing expanse pressed into his overworked thighs as they swelled slightly despite the expenditure. The pressure of his scrotum against his legs was no relief, it only served to drive him onward. A deep ache driving him was still buried deep in their heaving, increasingly-heavy flesh. His orbs were seemingly inexhaustible despite having released so much of his seed. But as soon as the column of cum tapered off the swollen angry-red head of his cock, he was hard at work to elicit another.

“HURRR...HURRR...RRHHHH…” Stan’s throat choked with water as he let out a series of increasingly guttural moans like he was a rutting animal. There was no time to slow down to bask in the ripples of pleasure from his last ejaculate. He needed more. He sped up the undulation of his hips with an almost instinctive desire to drive himself into his hands. He wanted so badly to bury himself deep into something.

Lurid thoughts degraded into the simplest thrusting of his tool into something wet and tight. The beast ripped at his consciousness as his own seed’s pungent acidity wafted into his increasingly sensitive deepened nostrils. The swirling odor undeterred by the showers dogged persistence in breaking-down the growing globs of cum that pooled at his feet.

His nuts hung heavy and low enough that they now slapped the wet tile behind him with every swing of his hips. The pendulous movement of his swollen testes returned them to the underside of his cock with every backwards thrust. His hands reasserted their grip on his out of control shaft, the nerves on his penis flared at the touch. He could barely hold himself, his flesh felt too sensitive. Shocks of pleasure shot up and down his thickened elongated spine. His increasingly rounded ass cheeks quivered and tensed compulsively. The muscles in his chest strained and heaved as his arms tensed.

“GARRHHURRHH...” he groaned. He still had more in his increasingly fattening balls, he needed to cum again... As he furiously tended to the column between his thighs Stan’s right leg stomped at the pleasure. He couldn't stop it, he didn't care to. The ecstasy that ripped through his body with every touch of the overworked column of flesh made his leg spasm and stomp under him. His curled almost-immobile toes slapped the deepening pool of jism and water at his feet, splashing the hot cum-filled water all over the shower walls. The waves depositing small swirling globs of his seed on the tile as they receded. His thick foot temporarily unblocked the small drain of his congealed cum. The water level hesitantly, slowly, shrunk back from his ankles.

He couldn’t stop. His right leg kicked faster and more powerfully the closer he got, threatening to unbalance him as he felt the pressure building to another crescendo. The splashing of water mixed with his deep groans and the thick wet slaps of his hands on his manhood. Every slap of his balls on the tile behind him sent a shock of pleasure through his loins. He groaned in need. His soaked body shuddered. The pressure only built. A small trickle of cum once again escaped the head of his engorged penis as it mixed with his pre.

The mixture streamed down his protruding tool and washed over his tight clutching fingers. His heavy testes pulled upwards towards his crotch as the pressure of his cock surged inhumanly. The head of his penis somehow inflamed further, its deep reds turning a splotchy purple as it was fed more scalding-hot blood by the thick pulsing veins along its length. It was too much. He couldn't breathe.

The muscles in his neck tensed hard, pushing his head upward. He stumbled backwards as the orgasm forced his jaw to clench, spittle forced its way through his grinding teeth with every heavy breath. The back of his head hit the wet tile behind him, sending sparks of pain through his skull as his rigid ten-inch cock slapped his stomach. He began to cum again.

His mouth opened, but instead of a triumphant animalistic roar, he could only let loose a low-pitched whine as the triangle of muscles in his neck thickened slightly. His aching head was pressed forward as his body braced against the shower wall. His hips thrust suddenly upward as a vicious rope of gleaming yellow-white cum parted the overworked tip of his dick. His hands joined each other as they held onto the base of his cock, as if trying to control the raging tool.

Even in his rapturous bliss, he could tell something was happening to him, changing inside his flesh. The crashing waves of orgasm couldn't drown the pulsing heat that radiated from between his legs, it was mixing with it, making it sharper. The base of his penis compressed briefly under his fingers, allowing the tips of his digits to touch ever so briefly. His cock’s flesh rebounded, surging thicker, spreading his digits even further than before.

The thickening muscle rolled up the length of his sex like a wave, giving his still ejaculating column of semen a growing highway to his gaping exit. Veins bulged along his length and spread thin tendrils deep into his flesh as his cock grew heavier, more powerful in his orgasmic clutches. Stan’s eyes rolled in his head as the first column of seed tapered off just in time for the tip of his manhood to extend another aching half-inch outward.

The force of his seed almost reached the underside of the shower-head before splashing back down and splatting wetly against the wall. It was soon joined by a second rope, even more powerful, its speed accelerated by the longer more powerful runway his newly thickened penis afforded it. The short whip-like rope of jism cleared the top of the shower, slapping the wall above the shower’s glass barrier before slowly rolling over itself downward back towards the shower’s tile upper edge.

Stan collapsed against the corner of the shower, his cock bobbed wildly as the light-headedness struck him even more powerfully. The shower was spinning even as small spurts of cum continued to travel through his inhumanly large cock. It was too overwhelming. He began to sink to the shower’s floor, unable to keep himself aloft. His balls were trapped by his downward plunge, dragged upwards into the underside of his swollen butt cheeks by the wet slippery tile as he slowly collapsed. Stan couldn't process what was happening as his long head rolled on his neck like he was drunk. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing, he felt so dizzy he was verging on nausea.

His now-empty balls became partially submerged in the slurry of cum and hot water as he splashed into the pool of churning water trapped by the clogged drain. Finally sitting on the shower bottom, his ass cheeks spread slightly at his increased weight as a final weak drool of jism made its way out of him. His heavy cock began to droop, the blood slowly draining from its weight as it drooled a few more small sticky wads of cum onto his partially submerged leg.

The long muscle hurt from its inch and half of growth since he had entered the shower. Its circumference had increased enough that it had gained a heft that felt more pronounced as it sagged. His penis's overworked red flesh slowly began to recede back to a paler fleshy hue as his body shuddered. His urethra, agitated and chafed from the numerous ejaculations, still gaped open as his cock fell sideways. The column of still-hot flesh came to rest draped against his right thigh. He could feel its weight pressing on his leg like a creature nestling for warmth against his flesh.

Stan leaned his head back, nestled in the corner of the shower. His breathing was ragged and irregular as the growing feeling of sickness swirled in the pit of his stomach.

The hot water cascaded across him, slowly washing away the cum only to have it splatter and congeal against his skin once more in the submerged pool that he wallowed in.

“SH SH SHOWER ENDING IN FIVE SSECONDS! WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXTEND YOUR LOAN?” The house chimed, the stuttering assistant was further muffled by the copious steam that had invaded the rusted vent.

“Hurrr,” Stan moaned, his mouth felt so dry despite the deluge that had surrounded him for the last twenty minutes.  He could barely see, he couldn't think, He felt so drained. His long wide tongue slowly worked its way past his flattened teeth and licked moisture that splattered off the tile from the still active shower-head. He didn't have the wherewithal or energy to turn his head to retrieve it directly from the spigot that rained on him from above.

“SHOW WW ER ENDING NOW. LOAN TTTERMS AVAILABLE ON REQUEST.”

Stan laid there in the pool of cum-filled water until the nausea slowly transitioned into a terrible thrumming headache in his temple. The shower turned off. Besides the slow drip from the shower-head above and the slow splashing waves of the swamp he now occupied he was left in silence.

“Wha…” Stan slurred, his senses beginning to return with the pain in his skull. His vision was coming back, but everything looked too sharp. It was all painfully sharp to look at. He winced as he tried over and over to open his eyes and focus on where he was. His body felt...wrong. Like he had broken every bone. He struggled to get up, his hands finding no purchase on the cum and water-slicked walls.

His feet were no help as his toes slid uselessly against the tile, unable to bend more than a few degrees to accentuate his grip. He flopped in the water like a fish newly pulled out of a hatchery. Small tsunamis formed where his body left and then re-entered the pool as he failed to right himself. After several tries, he struggled to his knees and hoisted himself upward.

Stan was breathing heavily from the exertion. His vision was returning to him, the edges of the world dulling to levels that he could stand to meet his eyes. As the scene before him came into focus he wished it hadn’t. His face fell as he took stock of the state of the shower and then of himself.

“Oh... Oh no...” he gasped. Thick wads of congealed cum dotted his lower body. He could feel them pulling at the short wispy hairs on his legs. He couldn’t ignore the weight hanging on his groin. His limp cock hung in front of him, just over the slight bump of his flat belly. He tried not to look, but it was hard to ignore. it was monstrously thick and almost twice the length of his normal human size. He almost cried at the thought “normal human” as he stood there among a small ocean made of his jism and the most expensive shower he had ever been had.

His head felt like it had been run through with a sonic jackhammer. He could barely remember the last twenty minutes, it was all a blur of heaving flesh and pleasure. Stan shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"What did I do..." he whimpered.

He couldn't lose himself like that again. It scared him that he had lost time, so much time. As he shifted he was reminded of how much water had accumulated at his now pruned-feet. He reached down to try to unclog the drain, diverting his eyes from his new pronounced assets. He didn't know why, but it felt like if he acknowledged them it would make it all real.

With a disgusted wince, he felt for the obscured drain with his fingers. He knew he had found it when he pulled up a wad of cum at least as large as a baseball that they sometimes found in the trash heaps nearby. The water squelched happily into the cleared drain as he removed it.

The squishy malformed thing looked like a life-form all its own, the congealed cum forming contours and bumps that looked like an organic living thing. Stan held it hesitantly in his hand, the weight of it made him want to sob. That much had come out of him. As he looked around the shower and the rapidly draining floor he realized it was probably not even half of what had come out of him.

“Oh, gods... What am I doing?” he cried as he braced himself against the opaque glass door of the shower. He cradled his face with his free arm. The heavy wad of jism still in his hand. He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, hardly moving. He finally took a deep breath and unlatched the door. He knew why he was doing this. There was no other way. Gingerly Stan got out of the still cum-splattered shower and stepped into the plastic tub that they used to collect drinkable water when they were able to afford high-quality water. Out of force of habit, he stepped in, but there was no way in any hell Stan was going to let his family drink anything that had come out of this shower, no matter how many times they filtered it.

With a grim determination, he opened the trash receptacle that lined the wall. The heat and sound of scraping of metal against metal echoed through the deep chute. He dumped in the cum-ball that had congealed onto his fingers and for good measure dumped the water in the basin behind it. He slammed the hatch shut, leaving some residue of his semen on the handle.

“Oh great... gahhh!” He tried to rub it off but it only made it worse. Despite being in the shower for so long he felt dirtier than he was when he went in. He tried to rub the cum off his skin with the small stained towel he and Emily shared.

It was no good. He tried to wrap it around his waist but the towel could no longer reach comfortably around his hips. He sucked in his stomach to try to make it work, his chest swelling with a deep breath. He tugged and with a couple inches of overlap it barely did.

Before he could let out his breath he realized that the tightness only accentuated his new assets enough that he didn't want the kids to accidentally see how large he had gotten. He let out his breath as the towel sloughed off of him onto the floor, but not before dragging along his limp length which caused him to whimper as a small spark of pleasure lit and was extinguished in his loins.

Stan gathered the towel and pushed it against his crotch like a loin-cloth as he cracked open the door to the bathroom. Everything felt wrong, his movements felt like he was piloting a puppet in the shape of himself. His increasingly useless feet slipped on the slick floor as he made his way to the door.

“Emily? Are you out there?” he almost whispered to try to get her attention. He didn't know if the kids had come home yet.

“I’m... I’m here Stan.” Emily was seated against the hallway wall, her legs pulled up to her chest. Her face looked up at him with red teary eyes.

“Em... I…” Stan didn't know what to say. He knew she had heard everything. And by the looks of it, she was waiting for him to get out. The walls of their home were not so well insulated to muffle even their quiet infrequent love-making. Stan had flashes of the animalistic roars he had let loose and the huffing snorting noises as his cock, its thickness between his legs. Stan shook his head as the very memory of his animalistic nature threatened to take him over an edge he couldn't quite comprehend.

“It’s ok, it’s ok…” Emily repeated, Stan could tell she didn't believe it herself.

“Could you... I need some clothes and something to... Wash this out…” Stan presented his cum-splattered arm through the crack in the door, unwilling to reveal himself fully to her just yet.

Emily nodded as she got up off the floor. She wiped and blinked her red eyes. She stumbled for a moment as her legs had fallen asleep. She turned to go down the hallway before turning back to the bathroom.

“Stan..."

“Em wait...”

“I need to see you…” she said, her voice cracking into an almost sob. “Come out here... I want to see you.”

“I don't think..”

“COME OUT HERE!” Emily demanded, her voice fully breaking.

Stan knew when he had better listen to his wife without argument and this was one of those times. Slowly he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, his body still dripping lightly of water.

Emily was speechless as she covered her mouth in shock. Stan tried to stand straight for her but no matter how upright he was under her piercing sad eyes he felt like he was going to melt into the floor. It didn't matter how much his body hurt or felt wrong, he just wanted to make it right for her.

“Oh god Stan. What are they doing to you…” she moaned as she finally caught her breath.

“You know what…” Stan looked down at the floor, unable to meet her gaze. His own face felt hot and tears were welling in his eyes. Before he could surface the courage to respond he felt her slight hands on his waist.  His body froze. He was no stranger to his wife's touch, but in this new monstrous form, it felt... Different. He didn't want her to be hurt by his changes, they had both agreed. Agreed over and over, but now that it was happening it felt like it was all too much.

“Does... Does it hurt?” Emily choked out.

“No... Well... Not too much,” Stan tried to answer as calmly as he could under the circumstances as Emily’s hand traced its way across his stomach. He still held the towel against his crotch, hiding his manhood from her as best he could.

“Your beautiful face, its…” Emily couldn't finish as she looked up at him. Her hand reaching to touch his distended cheek before recoiling. Stan knew that his long head had grown since he entered the bathroom, but without measuring he couldn't know how much, But now seeing Emily’s reaction he knew it wasn't nothing.

“And... This thing…” Emily said as she wrapped her hands around his fingers and pulled them away from the loincloth. The towel dropped to the floor as Emily gasped.

“I…” Emily was at a loss for words as she stared, almost mesmerized by the rise of his tool.

“I can... Understand why you would need... To…” Emily started, her hand drifting mere inches from its long pale expanse.

“Is it ok to... Touch it?” She asked, her voice almost a whisper. Stan leapt backwards a step at the request. He had never really thought about how he would be intimate with Emily after the changes. But this wasn't even after, this was during, as poorly prepared as they were for the future he felt even less prepared for the present. He wasn't sure if it was even allowed by the company for her to handle his...

Despite his better judgement and everything his experience in the shower had told him about what he was becoming Stan nodded his head. He grunted as he looked away, still trying to not look at what now occupied the space between his legs.

Emily’s touch was inquisitive and light as she daintily ran her hand down his length, from his pubic hairs to the foreskin-wrapped tip. She measured his flaccid girth with her hands. Her fingers were only able to span its circumference when she used both hands together.

“Do you know how big you are going to get?” She asked as she gingerly cupped his balls and hefted them just enough to measure their size in her hands. Stan peeked at what she was doing and saw that Emily's face was a mix of concern and amazement at their weight.

“I don't... I don't think they tell you... Em... I think you had better stop...I don't know how to…” Stan blushed as he felt blood began trickling back into his cock as it jumped slightly in Emily's careful grip.

Emily quickly disengaged as Stan stifled a small moan of pleasure, a single pea-sized drop of clear pre-cum forming on the tip of his downward facing urethra.

“I don't know how to stop. It feels... It feels... I...” Stan huffed as he tried to control himself. The bead of pre-cum broke at the admission and formed a long glistening string from the tip of his cock towards the floor. He could already feel his large lemon-sized balls tightening. He didn't know if he had anything left in their reserves but he didn't want to find out like this. He braced his hands strategically on the walls of the hallway, as far from his crotch as he could get them.

“Oh god, Stan…” Emily gasped as the pre-cum finally connected with the floor. Its sinewy string was bolstered by a second drop and then a third that followed the trail their predecessor had left.

"I can't stop it... It..." Stan choked out. The sensation of the slick lubricant pushing out of his chafed tip was threatening to overwhelm him again. He couldn't stop his swollen balls from sharply hitching before settling in their sac. He clenched his jaw to steady himself.

Emily's shock was suddenly interrupted by the house computer.

“ALERT! KEVIN, PETER, LILLY, AND CORA ARE ON APPROACH. ETA THIRTY-TWO MINUTES,” the degraded computer blared at maximum volume its voice distorting into a faux-military camber. Its stutters replaced with ear-splitting volume.

Stan and Emily looked at each other at the same time. Their faces twisted in worry, both unsure what to do.