NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #10

Sitting on the weight bench, Boruk still held the empty can in his massive hand, rotating it mechanically between his thick fingers. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his heart rate after the intense effort, but a strange sensation was beginning to capture his full attention.

First, a subtle warmth in his stomach. Not unpleasant, but curious, like a gentle flame that was gradually lighting up. Boruk frowned, letting his eyes drift for a moment to the can he was still holding. The tangy, fruity taste of the drink still resonated on his lips, and he found himself running his tongue over it to soak up the last traces.

But this warmth... it was growing more and more intense.

“Huh?” he mumbled to himself, raising an eyebrow.

The sensation wasn’t just confined to his stomach. It was spreading, slowly but surely, like a wave of heat flowing through his veins. His arms, still tense from the effort, seemed to pulse with this strange energy. The visible veins that ran through his biceps throbbed under his skin, almost too strongly to be normal.

Then this heat descended abruptly towards his lower abdomen, settling there with a burning intensity.

Boruk felt his breath quicken, and his grip on the can tightened instinctively. His muscles contracted in spite of himself, as if they were responding to a command he had not given. He looked down, his breathing jerking as a tearing noise echoed in the oppressive silence of the room.

His gaze fell on his boxers, and his eyes widened in amazement. His testicles, already considerably swollen after so many days of abstinence, swelled even more. He saw the fabric stretching, its seams deforming, each thread doing its best to contain a mass that was clearly out of control.

“Fuck…” he growled, a note of panic in his voice.

He gritted his teeth, his face twisted into an expression of confusion and frustration, as his arousal rose in spite of himself. The sight only added to the excitement inside him, causing a gradual erection that soon forced its way under the battered fabric.

“What the hell is happening to me?!” he roared, still sitting on the bench, the can firmly gripped in his left hand.

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