Click for Penis Growth

[rododoro3]

Click For Penis Growth


I have a date in a few minutes, so I need to get through this quickly, but I'll try not to skimp on any details and tell you the entire story.
So we've all, at some stage, come across those scams on the Internet that promise major growth. I know I've seen more than my fair share, since I tend to blindly give out my email address to any site which asks for it.
So imagine my surprise, or rather lack of, when I checked my mail at the start of the day and saw the following.

Clcik 4 pen!s growt
Hav yu evur wihsed 2 hve a verry bg penis?
Clcik to sight 4 mor penis growt tan yu tought posible.

Below was a link, and as much as I'd love to share it with you, the site seems to be down. But no matter.
I was sick and tired of getting emails like this all day long, but I clicked on the link.
Why? I don't know.
Maybe it was because I wasn't fully awake yet, having just rolled out of bed without my usual cup of black gold.
Maybe it was because I finally succumbed to the pressure of the advertisements, and decided to finally give one of them a shot just to verify that it's a scam.
Maybe it was because I felt inferior my entire life, being the nerd, the geek, the IT freak. I don't know.
But something made me press that button.

I wasn't prepared for the ensuing chaos. My browser redirected me from site to site, rushing through advertisements for the new iCone, the latest Men's Wellbeing magazines, the newest gay porn (which made me blush) and finally, to a blank webpage.
I stared at it for a while, but got impatient. I reached out and closed the browser, and went on with my normal morning routine, as if nothing had happened.
I'd just been laid off from my job... Life wasn't going as smoothly as I wanted it to go, and I was feeling the strain, so instead of tuning in to the local news like I do most every morning, I went back to the computer for some more fulfilling entertainment.
I waited for the browser to load, but instead of my normal homepage, a red button filled the screen.
Click. it said.
I shook my head, deciding I must've accidentally minimized the browser window, but instead of clicking the button, I closed the window.
I reopened the browser.
Click. says the button.
I wiped my glasses, scrunched my eyes, but to no avail. The button is still there.
I went to my Process Manager, and ended my browser process.
I reopened it again, and voila! The button is still there.
I sighed. I hate restoring my system to a save point, but I choose the most recent one and let my computer reboot.
I stared at the screen intently until it loaded, and waited for the chime signaling everything is running normally.
When it sounded, I opened the browser, hoping beyond hope that I managed to fix my problem.
And lo and behold...
I clicked the damn button.




I woke up with my head spinning, still in my computer desk.
For a moment I didn't know who I was, where I was. What is this apartment? What am I doing here?
Then everything snaps back into place and I groan.
The fucking button.
I opened my browser, expecting the inevitable, but my search engine loaded as usual.
I just sat there for a few minutes, trying to organize the thoughts swirling through my head.

I eventually convinced myself that it'd been nothing more than a dream. I had awful insomnia back then, and I wasn't a stranger to waking dreams.
Even so, that one was the most chilling, the most vivid. I'd never had a dream that detailed before.
I swept the incident to the back of my mind, continuing with my slacker life just for another few hours.

I was masturbating when it happened.
The world flickered, and returned in amazing focus. It was exactly the same as before, just... in HD, for lack of a better term.
I inspected my hands, turning them over, noticing the intricate veins, the woven fingerprints... And then my throbbing penis drew my attention.
My focus narrowed, and my mouth dried up.
I licked my lips, and starting pumping.
The pleasure was so intense, so magnified, I let out an involuntary moan as a parade of naked men burst unbidden into my mind.
Every stud, every bodybuilder, every good looking muscular man I'd ever seen exposed himself for me, spread his ass, jerked his dick, broke a sweat and flexed. As the parade continued, I noticed each new man was slightly more good looking, had slightly larger muscles... And a slightly longer penis.

I couldn't help myself. I attacked my own sex organ with all my strength, panting from the unrestrained pleasure coursing through my veins. I roared as I pounded away, without a care for the neighbors, too engrossed in my own self-satisfaction.
With a yell, I erupted, a fountain of ejaculate streaming out of my penis.
I waited for it to abate, but it only grew stronger and stronger, until the room spun around me and I blacked out again.




When I woke up, I couldn't breathe.
I floundered, trying to get air into my system, but my limbs flailed helplessly.
Suddenly, my lungs are working again and I heave a gasping breath.
I felt my entire body tremble, from the soles of my feet to the crown of my head, and I almost screamed for help.
I opened my mouth- and my jaw locked.
I struggled, frozen in place, until a searing pain raced through my nervous system and diverted my attention to my body.
Every single muscles was flexed, straining, tearing and healing at an alarming frequency. Veins snake across my forearms, meeting with my biceps, arching lazily over the peaks of the muscle, supplying my muscles with my boiling blood.
My limbs shiver from the tension, and, as I stare at my arms, unable to move or speak, something odd momentarily distracts me from the burning in my cells.
Was my arm always that large?
Another seizure ripped through me, and my arm swelled again, the pain increasing.
If I could make a sound, I would be screaming, but for once I'm glad, and I observe in dead silence as my biceps slowly engorge, my triceps slowly swelling, creating a definite separation between the two.
I felt similar sensations in my back, and my arms were suddenly pushed away, buffeted by the arch of my laterals as they expanded, spreading like the wings of an angel.
My waist crunched as it shifted, solid bricks etching themselves onto my stomach, my obliques strengthening to support my upper body.
I can't believe my eyes as my pectorals bounce, first the right, then the left, and oh so very slowly expand, rippling with power and strength.
My legs haven't been neglected, and even my below-average package has no room left, forced out of the gap between my thighs as they expand, distinct muscle heads separating.
My back straightened involuntarily as my traps seize up, and I felt my shoulders slide off the computer chair as my deltoids grow.
My body stopped growing, and for a single, unbelievable moment, I felt every single one of my muscles. I was never aware of them, but every group begged for attention, for exercise... For more growth.

Suddenly I could move again, and I shoot forward in my chair, gasping.
I raised my trembling hands towards my face, unable to comprehend that the vascular, pumped muscle is mine.
I slowly ran them all over my body, reveling in the sensations of my personal suit of armor.
I slid the tip of my finger in the crevice between my pectorals, unable to push it any further, down to the corrugated surface of my abs.
My other hand began exploring my back, grasping holds that weren't there before, and I shivered in pleasure as I realized that the power, the strength that I'm feeling belongs to me.
I could feel my muscles move as I breath, held in place by my taut skin as my lungs supply the vital oxygen to keep them working.

A pain, even more intense, struck me in the groin, and I knelt forward, keening.
My balls were swollen, my penis engorged, and as my hands cupped it, it kept swelling.
Four, five inches, six... Eight.
And then it stopped.
As quickly as I could, I stood up and ran to the bathroom, paying no heed to my muscles bursting out of too-tight clothes, my underwear digging into my now well developed glutes as it strained to contain my hefty package.

I closed my eyes, afraid of what I would see, and slowly opened the bathroom door.
I counted to three, and opened my eyes.
I...
I was beautiful.

[LanceFan2001]

Awesome! Thank you!

[nnnrg]

Of course you can't find the website ;P

[rododoro3]

Wahh, so many people like it.
It was just an idea I got when I saw the spambot thread (two days ago, it's been deleted).
A few people commented, saying they wanted someone to write a story like that, so I did.
I just hope the mods don't delete it xD
This isn't a one shot, it's going to have a satisfyingly sexy conclusion (who's the narrator dating?) but I haven't fully figured out how I'm going to wrap it up.
Oh well. May as well think about it after posting instead of just letting the story marinate until I discard it.

[nnnrg]

"Marinate" heh heh heh heh .... what? After that story my mind is in the gutter.

[convolution]

I keep coming back to this story
Short, and to the point. It captures the dream perfectly.