This choice: It didn't work exactly the way Jason thought it would • Go Back...Chapter #10A Pumped Up Past by: getbig   Jason taps the "Apply Changes" button, and a freight train hits his chest. His vision goes blurry, and he gasps as an invisible force drives the air from his lungs. Blood pounds in his ears, and stars dance across the hallway walls.
He breathes slow and controlled, just as the doctors taught him. Calm, collected, controlled. A centered mind is a steady mind. There was no other way to prevent unanticipated accidents with his pheromones.
Pheromones?
A pop-up on the app blinks green.
Historical Change Complete.
He flips to the Change Log tab as two sets of memories start to merge.
9:52 am: Immediate Change to profile Laura Friedman.
10:24 am: Historical Change to profile Jason Rockwell.
Each change has a small button labelled Details in the log. Parallel timelines merge as he looks back through the changes to himself. He remembers going over to Laura's house this morning with a perfectly normal and adequate dick that reached 5" on the best of days. Never a source of disappointment, but never a reason for particular pride.
But new memories run alongside the old, just as vivid and clear. Awkward struggles in middle school. A cock growing so fast he spent a year with stretch marks along the shaft. Accusations of stuffing socks into his shorts. And awkward, serious, repeated visits to the endocrinologist to discuss uncontrolled pheromones. He's 5" long flaccid now, the same length he used to be at full mast. And he's fatter than before. At least an inch more girth completely soft than he ever possessed in his past life.
One hand wraps around the shaft. His mother was gone until at least 8 pm, working a 12 hour shift at the hospital. His twin sister Jasmine was away until Sunday, away on a trip with her friends from the softball team. No one around to notice the pheromones. He pumps slow, sensitive and thick, each heartbeat feeding ounce after ounce of blood to his growing cock. A swipe of his thumb across the glans leaves him gasping, and a throb through his pelvis forces another half-inch of growth into being with a single pulse. His cockhead pulse thick and round, circumcised and visibly wider than the shaft. His cock doubles in size from its flaccid state, pink with blood and arousal.
In moments, Jason is full mast. 7.5" of length and 6" of girth. Thick enough to force his fingers apart, and long enough to fit both hands on the shaft. His balls have doubled in size too, pumped full to the brim with cum. There's no need to exercise control right now. He knows from new memories of experience that he can come twelve times a day or more. Knows he can send a thick, ropy load across the mirror and be back to full mast within a couple minutes.
And so he comes, hard. The shaft swells between his fingers, and pleasure rushes from head to toe with such force that his hands and forearms tingle. His hips buck, and a tidal wave of thick, white semen blasts into the toilet. Relief, release, and an ocean of endorphins flood through Jason's bloodstream leave him with a head high that slowly trickles down to a
peaceful calm.
With the newfound powers of post-nut clarity, Jason realizes Donna doesn't need a kayak paddle. He pieces together the way her eyes had dropped far too low while asking earlier. A memory of peeling off that tight sports bra at the peak of a warm summer night last year. Of pushing deep into her as Donna's back arches and a desperate gasp tears from panting lips.
Donna wants him. And with the confidence of newfound experience, he knows exactly what to do. Pulling on a fresh set of clothes, he hurries to the garage to fish out the paddle. Best to have an excuse, just in case he's wrong.
He grabs his phone off the kitchen counter, and sees Laura's right next to it. A pang of guilt holds him up for a moment. But he can fix this with a few keystrokes. He opens the app, and pulls up the "Written Input" menu.
Jason Rockwell's phone now has a fully functional copy of the app. Laura Friedman will find her phone on the nightstand. All changes made to-date will be wiped from her phone's records.
Jason hits apply, and Laura's phone flashes back to its owner. A quick scroll confirms that his own copy of the app is ready to go. He looks at the door, and then back at his phone. What could another change hurt, before paying his friend-with-benefits a visit?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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