As Isaac finished his meal, he let out a small groan of satisfaction. He realized that, after some of the shock of his condition had worn off, that he had been absolutely famished. His stomach let out a small gurgle in response to his thoughts, as if it agreed. Taking a drink from his glass of water, Isaac felt absolutely revitalized. His lethargy and malaise washed away, and he felt full to the brim of youthful vigor. Even his balls felt powerful.
ESPECIALLY his balls.
Isaac leaned back his seat in the booth, reveling in the semi-euphoric feeling as the massive globes between his legs seemed to kick into high gear. He could feel them pulse in time with his heart beat, tingling and churning as they put this new energy stockpile he had fed himself to work. Soon enough, it was almost as if he had never had an orgasm at all this morning. They hung heavy, full, and powerful below his manhood, swinging gently under the skirt.
Isaac felt a wave of warmth flow up from his nethers, enveloping him as is under the warm sun. And yet somewhere deep down, Isaac knew he could be more. A little voice in the back of his mind, maybe from what ever had done this to him, seemed to echo softly in his head.
More. There's ALWAYS room for more.
"You alright there sweetie?"
Isaac was startled out of his reverie, sitting bolt upright. Kayla stood next to him with a mild look of concern on her face. Isaac looked from Kayla, back to his plate, and back to Kayla, his mind still slightly foggy from his strange experience. He struggled to find a coherent answer.
"....what?"
Kayla's face broke out in a broad grin as she stifled a laugh. Isaac immediately blushed, instantly embarrassed. "Great," he thought to himself, "I've just made a wonderful fool of myself." He shook his head as if to clear the cobwebs.
"I mean...I'm fine! I'm great. It was delicious." Isaac gestured to his empty plate.
"I can see! You sure wolfed that down. Hope it helped shake off that hangover. Can I get you anything else?" she asked questioningly.
Isaac was about to decline when he felt that little itch in the back of his mind again. He was definitely full. Well, perhaps that wasn't the right term. Sated? He felt as if that fit better. Isaac felt himself positively brimming with energy. But that little nagging insistence that he could still keep eating, keep...storing whatever vital essence he was possessed by wanted to ensure he didn't pass this opportunity by. As if in agreement, he felt his stomach let out a loud gurgle, as if it was empty despite the meal he had just consume.
"Actually...I think I'll have another bite or two. What's the special today?"
Kayla blinked back her surprise. " Well, it's Saturday, so that would be Mama's pancake special. Four flapjacks with a side of either hash-browns or eggs. But surely you'd rather--"
"I'll take it," Isaac interrupted, "with both the hash-browns AND the eggs."
Kayla gave him a quizzical look, but then merely shrugged.
"Okay cutie, be right back."
She blew him a kiss before she turned away, calling out the order to the kitchen and walking back to the register. Isaac felt himself flush at the small show of affection, his pulse quickening as blood rushed to his groin. His manhood quickly began to rise under the table, tenting his impromptu clothing and threatening to upend the table itself as it surged skyward, eager for freedom. He'd masturbated already this morning, and even had a blowjob from Angela, but that wasn't enough. He still had that hair trigger, that animal urge to pull Kayla close and carnal, lascivious things to her. Isaac started to sweat. He couldn't make a scene, not here. Not now! But what could he do to keep his libido under control?
Almost as if they had a mind of their own, his balls let out a churning gurgle. Like a captain taking the helm of his ship, the tingle and churn in those two extra large orbs seemed to guide his urges back under control. It was with relief that Isaac felt his massive erection begrudgingly begin to deflate under it's partners guidance.
Soon. But now, MORE.
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As soon as Kayla had returned with his meal, Isaac had dug in with gusto. It didn't matter how much he had already eaten. It was as if whatever limits he'd had simply disappeared. That warm, fulfilling feeling was back and better than ever. With each bit it grew stronger, more concentrated. And it was all going somewhere.
As he ate, Isaac felt a tightening in his balls. A pressure, growing, surging, pushing against its bounds. And then, at last, a stretching. All of that concentrated vigor surged as Isaac ate, his balls slowly beginning to expand as they fed upon the energy, the raw vigor that pumped through him as he fed that feeling. His cock was not to be left out of the action, and it too subtly, slowly lengthened and thickened, dangling further and further towards the ground. Bit by bit, inch by inch, Isaac grew. And it felt amazing.
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With the last bite eaten, Isaac let his fork clatter to his plate. He sat back, and let out a small burp. He felt great. He felt positively amazing. He felt....cold? With a dawning realization, Isaac looked down under the table, as casually as he could. His breath caught in his throat. While he was caught in that euphoric reverie, his manhood had undergone that further unnoticed metamorphosis. Whereas he had been shocked this morning by his newfound size, what hung off him now was positively massive. And underneath them rested testicles the size of basketballs. They tingled, seething with power and energy, full of that pure, raw vigor he seemed to personify, begging to be used..
Once again, as casually as possible, Isaac sat back up. What was he going to do? How was he going to get out of here? And just WHAT was happening to him?
Before he could get his thoughts together Kayla wandered back over to him once again. Isaac watched as she came, sashaying her hips with a sultry look in her eye. Had she done something with her shirt? Her breasts almost seemed ready to fall out of her top.
"Hey handsome," she cooed, leaning over the table. It took all of Isaac's willpower to not stare into her deep cleavage that she seemed to eagerly put on display. Her hand brushed his, and he felt his cock start to come to attention.
"You all good now?"
"Y-yeah," Isaac stammered, desperate to remain in control.
"Alright. Can I get you anything else? Food? Drink? Me?"
Isaac's heart jumped right into his throat. What was he going to do? Without a moment to think, he decided.....
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