About twenty feet away, a similar awakening was happening for Jason, whose dick was buried in the same cock sleeve that had stretched his friend's dick out beyond human norms.
It was so much better than he'd ever imagined; it felt like he was being fucked and sucked at the same time, both with extreme skill. And it felt like his dick was stimulated along its entire length. He moaned and thrusted into it with growing abandon, ignoring the quiet part of his mind that was faintly shouting warnings.
On some level he knew things were getting out of hand. But his mouth still tasted faintly of milkshake, and his dick was calling the shots.
Let's be clear: it wasn't a milkshake. It was in no way a milk shake. It was an extremely advanced concoction, loaded with nutrients and a designer nanite-led designer DNA virus. It matured and spread via protein solutions, and the protein it loved best, which it was designed to "ride", was human reproductive fluid. And it had been working on his system since he inadvertently swallowed his neighbor's jizz.
The substance immediately raced to the genitals, and began rewiring the tissue of Jason's penis and overloading the production of semen in his testicles. This was its default program, to establish itself and begin the work for which it was designed. Jason's balls became factories to support his overproduction of man-batter, even as the makeup of his dick's skin and underlying tissue were altered into a state resembling stem cells -- just waiting for new purpose.
Within the device, a similar cadre of targeted nanites had begun working in tandem with the advanced machinery of the cock device, using faint electrical signals to locate and instruct their counterparts within Jason's dick. The signal was simple: harvest material and enhance the penis in response to stimulus. It was basically cranking up the body's response to injury and puberty to produce some amazing results, all supported by the protein bath generated by the induced hyperspermia. The process harvested fat and overstimulated the testosterone and other hormones, including HGH, so the overall effect was aesthetically pleasing -- Jason, like Andy, had firmed up and trimmed down almost by magic, and all of it went right to his junk. The rudimentary AI that controlled these actions had already connected to the corrupted computers in Jason's home office, and activated the video cameras and other devices Jason had on the network.
Consequently, a certain cloud server was even now receiving uploaded video of Jason's debauchery, much as it had from Andy's. All around the world, for the right fee, Jason's plight was must-see-viewing. And the extravagant tips of very wealthy individuals quickly began to offset the costs of Andy's and Jason's alterations. In Japan, a stoic, repressed company executive was furiously pumping his dick to the video of a writhing young man, utterly overwhelmed by his physical alterations as he was transformed into a big-dick fantasy. A kinky couple in Berlin hoped in vain for some dirtier play, maybe waterspouts, but would be mildly disappointed that they wouldn't see a two-foot dick spray piss all over. And a pastor in Minnesota fondled his own stretched dick and dreamed of growing larger, all while watching our hapless heroes buck and moan and transform.
Fourteen such devices had been released into the wild, and twelve of them were still online. And while all were lucrative, something about Andy's genetics, and his response to the process, had really captured viewers' attention. None of the others had grown beyond 15 inches, while Andy's whopper was well beyond the limits. There had b been a momentary panic when the feed stopped, and even more worry when Jason appeared -- but any temporary ebb had been replaced by a surge in subscriptions as Jason's journey began.
An hour passed, and Jason's entire attention was focused on his pleasure -- the kneading and stretching and suction of the miracle device had kept Jason rapt and aroused, even as it gave purpose to the millions of hardworking particles in his system. Already kicked off by his little sip at Andy's his own cum production was putting a strain on his balls like nothing he'd felt before -- they were visibly swollen, and of course, so was his penis. In fact, the internal systems onboard the cock sleeve were already extending the device to accommodate Jason's growing cock. He'd already reached 10 inches and showed little sign of slowing down.
But Jason knew nothing of that, he just knew he'd been edging for so long he was getting desperate -- and finally, he DID release. A massive torrent of fluid, leaving his balls visibly smaller, shot into the device. Had he actually measured, Jason would have been astounded at the 5 ounces of vanilla-scented cum he produced, and rightly so. For some reason, he was responding even better on that front than his neighbor had. But he also had a double-batch of genetic material to work from, since the milkshake had contained some of Andy's fluids as well. A few tweaks here and there, and Jason's DNA built on some of Andy's potential as well.
But Jason couldn't even think along those lines. He was by now dimly aware of his webcams being on. but it barely mattered. He was consumed with self-lust as he thrust and flexed and bobbed the expanding cocksleeve device in both hands.
