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He volunteered for an experimental serum—muscle enhancement, hormone optimization—but he was warned: No sex. No orgasm. No stimulation. But by nightfall, he’s rutting like a beast—fucking anything he can grip, spraying helpless, endless loads without relief. By morning, his cock and feet are huge, balls swollen, muscles thick, and his mind barely functional. Driven by instinct, he bursts out of the house in a heat-ridden frenzy and finds a jogger in his path. He takes her right there on the lawn, rutting her through climax after climax. But when he’s finally drained and twitching in the grass, she starts swelling—belly rising, growing, stretching—pregnant with his overcharged seed. And when her water breaks, he just stares and mutters, “Yikes… whoops.”
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