Chapter 1: The Dangerous Dose
Wojtek never thought a single, reckless decision would turn his life into a throbbing, uncontrollable mess. At thirty-two, he was a rugged, sharp-witted mechanic from Krakow, known for fixing anything with an engine and charming anyone with a pulse. But when a shady friend offered him a vial of 'experimental enhancer'—a supposed aphrodisiac from some underground lab—he couldn’t resist the dare. 'One sip, and you’ll be a god in bed,' the friend had smirked. Wojtek, never one to back down, downed it in one gulp.
The effects were immediate—and terrifying. Within hours, his body felt like it was on fire, a primal heat coursing through him. He glanced down, and his jaw dropped. His cock, already impressive, had grown monstrously hard, straining against his jeans like a beast desperate to break free. 'Kurwa mać,' he muttered, half in awe, half in panic. But the real horror came when he realized it wasn’t stopping. Every hour, it seemed to swell more, an insatiable, pulsing curse.
Desperate, Wojtek called the only person he trusted with something this insane—Kasia, his ex-girlfriend and a no-nonsense biochemist with a tongue sharper than a razor. She showed up at his garage, her dark hair pulled back, green eyes flashing with irritation. 'What the hell did you do now, Wojtek?' she snapped, crossing her arms over her leather jacket. 'You look like you’re smuggling a baseball bat in your pants.'
He grimaced, adjusting himself with a wince. 'Very funny, Kasia. I took some… stupid shit. And now this—' he gestured downward, '—won’t stop growing. Masturbation doesn’t help. I’m losing my damn mind.'
Kasia arched a brow, stepping closer, her gaze flicking to the bulge with clinical curiosity—and a hint of something hotter. 'You’re telling me you’ve got a cock that’s breaking records, and you thought jerking off would fix it? You’re dumber than I remember.' She smirked, her voice dripping with mockery. 'Let me guess, you didn’t even read the label on whatever poison you swallowed.'
'Label? It was in a fucking vial!' Wojtek shot back, his frustration boiling over. 'You gonna help me or just stand there roasting my ass?'
She laughed, a low, sultry sound that made his already aching situation worse. 'Oh, I’ll help. But only because I don’t trust you not to make this worse. Strip. I need to see the damage.' Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for argument.
Wojtek hesitated, then sighed, unbuttoning his jeans with shaking hands. As he freed himself, Kasia’s eyes widened for a split second before she masked it with a cool, professional nod. 'Holy shit, Wojtek,' she breathed, stepping closer. 'That’s… impressive. And a problem.'
He groaned, the heat of her nearness making him harder still. 'Tell me something I don’t know. Can you fix it before I pass out from blood loss to my brain?'
Kasia’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she met his gaze, her fingers brushing just inches from his throbbing length. 'Fixing it might take more than a lab test, genius. You’ve got me curious now. Let’s see if we can’t… relieve some of this pressure.' Her voice dropped, husky and daring, as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. 'Unless you’re too scared to handle me.'
Wojtek’s pulse raced, his body screaming for release as her challenge hung in the air. The garage suddenly felt like a furnace, their sharp words igniting something raw and urgent between them. Whatever came next, he knew it was going to be explosive.
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