The Pinocchio Curse

Jack here has the Pinocchio curse. See he wished that his dick was bigger one night before going to bed, and the Blue Fairy granted his wish. He awoke the next morning with this very tattoo. At first he thought it must have been some drunken stupid thing his friends convinced him to do, but soon he learned otherwise. He learned  that every time he came, his dick would grow longer and fill with width.

His immediate reaction was that this was the best thing ever, but he quickly learned there was more to this which could become a problem. Not only was his dick getting bigger, but his hormones were going wilder and wilder, and he found himself like a teenager, only able to think about sex. Except this lust was very much different from his teen years, for in his teens he lusted after breasts and vagina's, and now all he seemed to be able to think of were asses-men’s asses that he could fuck.

Every time he spilled his seed he became more obsessed, and began looking for more asses to fuck, and when that didn't always work he found himself jacking off.

After a week of nothing but lust and cum his dick had grown to the size of can and was a foot and a half long. Within another two weeks the head of his dick was larger than his own head and it was an astonishing five feet long. And yet he couldn't stop, this growth thing was beginning to become a problem, so much so that he couldn't move around anymore, not that it mattered, he spent all his time jacking off now, it was all he could, he was that horny.

The Nerve of Some Guys

Old Mr. Mick prized his rosebush in the backyard above everything else, for in his eyes it was perfection, and he worked hard to keep it that way. And then one night, he just happened to look out his window and see his drunken, hooligan neighbor Tony pissing on that rosebush. The lad had the nerve to piss on the rosebush. Well that wasn't too smart, not that Tony was real smart in the first place. Well Mr. Mick figured such a crude act deserved a crude punishment.

Now, a week later, Tony has found that he has changed. He’s not sure why, he just knows he’s doing things he never would have done before. He now piss’s himself all they time, whether he’s wearing clothes or not. He can’t control his bladder, it just starts pouring out. And he seems to be constantly pissing now also, pissing at least three times an hour. Luckily Tony has a stay at home job or this could really be a problem. He even made a doctor’s appointment but ended up canceling it, for strangely every day he finds himself enjoying it more and more, and now he loves just pissing his pants while in the recliner, or going into the bathtub and watch as his piss shoots all over his chest.

But there’s also another change, an even worse change. Tony now is horny like twenty-four seven. He is constantly now jacking off, something which he hasn't done since his teenage years. But masturbating isn't the problem; it’s the images he conjures up while he’s jacking off, images such as being his dad's pussy, or drinking his father’s delicious urine. No matter how sick and twisted he finds these fantasies, he just keeps jacking off to them over and over and over again.

Jack-Off

‘Jack-Off’ isn't the best phrase to use around Johnny neither. Brock here is learning that lesson. Sure jacking off doesn't sound like too bad of a punishment, but when you have to do it over, and over, and over and over again without any stop, it can be painful and torturous. Not only that to make it more fun Johnny made him start wearing condoms so that when he came he could drink his own sperm. How fun.