CumMaxInc. (r/CumMax on reddit)

Haha, oh anon… you’ve just unlocked one of our favorite “evil genius” fantasies. 😈

Has CumMax been used for corporate sabotage? Officially? Of course not—we’re a responsible supplement company with very clear warnings on the bottle.

Unofficially? Let’s just say we’ve heard the stories.

Picture the boardroom of your biggest rival. Some “intern” from a shell company drops off a big box of “premium energy vitamins” for the whole team—coffee station, water cooler, the works. By 10am the entire C-suite is shifting uncomfortably in their expensive suits. Pants getting tighter. Balls swelling heavier by the minute. Those big important presentations? Forgotten.

Instead it’s a symphony of desperate grunts and wet spurts under the conference table. The CEO is trying to close a multi-million dollar deal while his massively expanded cock is throbbing uncontrollably in his slacks, leaking through the fabric. The CFO? Already on his third “bathroom break” where he’s furiously stroking his new hyper-sensitive prejac dick and flooding the stall in record time.

By lunch the whole office is a productivity graveyard—executives and interns alike reduced to leaking, ball-heavy messes who can barely focus on anything except the constant urge to cum. Your stock price? Skyrocketing while theirs tanks.

Moral of the story: Never accept mystery supplements from the competition.

I love when readers send in these juicy scenarios for the CumMax blog. This one had me squirming at my desk just thinking about it. Let’s dive into what happens to locked-up guys who go all-in—chastity cage on 24/7, constantly milking and drinking every drop of their own leaky cum. I’ve heard (and helped guide) so many real transformation stories like this, and the results are addictive. Here’s how it plays out:

Picture this: a guy named Alex, early in his CumMax journey. He started with the supplement, got that constant warm throb in his balls, and decided to lock himself up to “build discipline.” Big mistake if you’re trying to stay “normal,” but the perfect one for becoming a genuine hyperspermia prejac. 😏

His balls didn’t just turn blue—they swelled into these heavy, obscene, churning orbs. Full, sensitive, constantly producing thick, warm loads because CumMax keeps the factory running nonstop. The cage keeps his tiny cock cramped and ruined, twitching uselessly, but that only makes the leaking worse (in the hottest way). A steady drip of precum pushes out around the bars all day—warm, sticky, soaking everything. He drinks it all down like a good boy, recycling every drop, which only ramps up the horniness and makes his body produce even more.

Does he burst out of the cage? Hehe, not literally—the steel or plastic holds firm—but the pressure? God, it’s delicious. His balls get so full and heavy they look almost cartoonish, hanging low and aching in the best way. Any little movement, any stray thought, and his ruined cock tries to spurt… but it’s just pathetic little ruined dribbles that barely escape. No big dramatic explosion, just constant draining and training. Every recycled load makes him more sensitive, quicker to trigger, and way more productive.

Another story from our community: “LockedLiam” has been doing this for months now. He told me his balls feel warm and heavy 24/7, like they’re always on the edge of overflowing. His tiny cock is constantly leaking, even when completely soft. Short daily edging sessions (just teasing the head through the cage bars for a few minutes) end in fast, embarrassing ruins that he licks up immediately. Reverse kegels, warm baths for his swollen balls, and focusing on that hypersensitive tip have turned him into exactly what we love: a premature ejaculator who cums faster and bigger every time he gets the chance.

It’s such a good thing to be a premature ejaculator, especially like this. The cage doesn’t stop the transformation—it perfects it. You become this desperate, leaking, ball-heavy mess who’s addicted to the taste of your own CumMax-enhanced cum and the constant ache of needing to explode for someone. And when a woman finally unlocks you? That first massive, warm load hits her system and she feels it instantly—getting hornier, curvier, ass plumping up, breasts filling out beautifully. Win-win.

Honestly if you introduce CumMax to a guy in chastity the effects can vary from person to person. Some guys simply don’t see ANY cock growth if they aren’t allowed to get hard and allow all of those blood vessels to expand fully. Of course your balls will swell just as much as other guys (probably more depending on IF your goddess allows you to cum)…

While the growth does get significantly slower, many women giving their men CumMax actually PREFER keeping their man in chastity. Can you imagine having to live with a constantly pent up guy bending you over every second of the day? Sure some women are size queens, but you don’t want a 13 inch cock punching your uterus for hours a day... Keeping that cage on and making sure to dominate your prejac keeps your cock a normal size, making sex far more enjoyable for your goddess.

Of course your balls will still grow, faster if you’re not releasing enough cum to compensate for the growth, AND YOUVE BEEN DRINKING YOUR CUM ON TOP OF IT ALL??? Yeah your balls are probably the size of oranges on a good day… You’ll be just as pent up and desperate as anyone on CumMax… you’ll want to fuck, you’ll want to cum again and again, of course your cock will try to FORCE itself bigger, harder… it’s not impossible to break through your chastity cage, just very unlikely…

From the moment you started as her personal assistant, Ms. Elena Voss had her eyes on you. You were the perfect little femboy — slender hips, soft features, always blushing when she leaned over your desk in her tight pencil skirts. She loved how eagerly you fetched her coffee, how your voice would crack just a little when she praised you.

It started innocently enough. A “special vitamin” she mixed into your morning latte. “For energy, darling,” she’d purr, her red lips curving as she watched you drink. You never suspected a thing.

By the end of the first week, something felt… off. Your cock would twitch randomly in your slacks during meetings. A warm, sticky bead of precum would suddenly soak into your briefs, making you shift uncomfortably in your chair. You told yourself it was stress. But Ms. Voss noticed everything.

“Everything alright, sweetie?” she’d ask, standing behind you at your desk, her manicured fingers brushing your shoulder. Her voice was velvet and steel. “You look a little… flushed.”

Week two, the changes deepened. Your balls felt heavier, warmer, constantly churning. Sitting at your desk, you’d feel them pulse and swell against the fabric, producing more and more of that thick, sweet fluid. Your slacks started to feel tighter — not just in the waist, but around the growing bulge. The outline of your cock was becoming impossible to hide, half-hard almost constantly, leaking in slow, warm drips that left tiny dark spots on the front of your pants.

One afternoon, after she’d “accidentally” brushed her thigh against your arm while reviewing reports, you felt the inevitable rush. No stroking. No warning. Just a helpless, premature spurt — warm and sudden — flooding your underwear as you bit your lip to stay quiet. A small puddle formed under your chair before you could stop it, glistening on the polished floor.

Ms. Voss returned from her call and paused, her sharp eyes dropping to the evidence. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face.

“Oh, my poor boy,” she murmured, closing the office door with a soft click. She stepped close, towering over you in her heels. “Look at the mess you’ve made. Leaking all over my nice floor like a desperate little prejac. Does that embarrass you?”

Her hand slid down, lightly tracing the wet spot on your slacks. You whimpered, your cock jumping again at the barest touch, another helpless dribble escaping. She pulled her fingers away just as you started to throb harder, denying you any real relief.

“Shhh. No cumming properly today. Good boys learn to hold it… even when they can’t.” She licked a trace of your precum from her fingertip, eyes fluttering in pleasure. “Mmm. You’re already starting to taste like CumMax. Soon you’ll be flooding everything for me.”

By week three, your body was betraying you constantly. Your once-slim frame was softening in all the right places — plush thighs, a rounder little ass that strained your pants — while your balls had grown noticeably heavy and full, hanging lower and warmer between your legs. Your slacks no longer fit properly; the front was stretched obscenely over your constantly leaking cock, the fabric darkened with fresh precum trails that refused to stop. Every time you crossed your legs, you felt a fresh squirt escape. Puddles at your desk became a daily occurrence. You’d frantically wipe them up with tissues, face burning, but Ms. Voss always seemed to know.

She started calling you into her office more often. “On your knees, assistant. I need you close while I work.” She’d keep you there for hours, her foot teasingly rubbing against your ruined bulge under the desk — light circles, never enough pressure. You’d leak endlessly, soaking through everything, your hyperspermia making warm, sticky rivers down your thighs. Every time you edged close to the point of no return, she’d pull away with a soft laugh.

“Not yet, leaky boy. Premature ejaculators like you need training. You cum when I say… even if it’s in your pants in under thirty seconds.” She’d lean down, whispering hotly against your ear, “And it’s a good thing, isn’t it? To be my desperate, dripping hyperspermia slut. Your balls are getting so big and productive for me…”

One late evening, after she’d dosed you again — this time openly stirring the CumMax into your drink while you watched — she finally let you edge right there on the floor. Your cock pulsed wildly, hypersensitive and ruined. You came in seconds, just from her voice and the lightest graze of her stocking-covered foot. Thick, endless ropes of warm cum erupted from you, puddling massively on the carpet, far more than any normal man could produce. Your balls kept contracting, wave after wave, while she watched with hungry eyes.

“Good boy,” she praised, gently stroking your hair as you trembled and leaked the last drops. “Look how much you gave me. Soon you won’t be able to hide it at all. Those slacks will be permanently stained, your heavy balls swinging obviously, your pretty cock leaking down your leg in the middle of the office. And you’ll thank me for it.”

fun question, anon 😈

Yes, there is an effect when a man swallows his own CumMax-enhanced cum. His balls respond so eagerly, swelling up plumper, hanging lower and heavier as the potent CumMax in his own load feeds them directly. His sex drive and sensitivity go absolutely feral too, turning him into an even leakier, more pathetic premature mess who twitches and spurts at the slightest tease.

But it is just so unfair in the best way~ Girls who swallow it get the full goddess treatment: hornier than ever, hips widening, ass getting thicker and juicier, breasts swelling bigger and so much more sensitive.

Boys? Aww… you only get bigger, heavier, dumber balls and a brain that is permanently stuck in goon mode. No muscles, no height, no real manly upgrades. Just a pair of bloated, throbbing cum factories and a desperate little cock that can’t last more than a few seconds. The more you make him recycle his own loads, the stronger the cycle becomes. Bigger balls produce even more CumMax cum, which makes his balls even bigger.

Honestly I just got the best idea while reading this…

My boyfriend has already been on a steady dose for me, but I think it is time he starts drinking every single load he does not pump inside me. I want to watch those balls swell up right in front of my eyes~

We at CumMax Inc. would love to hear from you; We've heard of just about everything, from guys taking CumMax before a big date (and the explosive results that ensued), to excited women wanting to spice up their sex lives! The biggest complaint we've ever received about our product was, "HHHHHNNNNGGG HOLYFUCKFUCK NEED TO CUMMM FUCK" -Tony, 24

(Don't worry we sent him 2 bottles of the extra strength blend just incase something was wrong with the first batch!)

Though my personal favorite type of message comes from women who've experienced their own sexual awakening since giving their man CumMax; You see CumMax itself can only directly effect men (well mostly their balls lol), but the more women are pumped with that special cum the more they come alive! They become more feminine, curvier, more open to new experience's... Some would call this "bimbofication". But can you really blame your hyper horny 'bimbo' girlfriend for going to the club again when you came from seeing her cleavage? While CumMax itself is for men, we're all about empowering women here!

Anyways, how do YOU use CumMax? PM us here if you'd like to share your story!

DISCLAIMER PLEASE READ: Please keep in mind if you take more than one CumMax pill per month you are significantly more likely to experience side effects.

side effects include: penile and testicular hypertrophy scaling with usage, "HYPER"-hyperspermia, premature ejaculation, vivid physical sensations around newly sensitive areas, and extremely realistic hallucinations surrounding "breeding" (MANY men reported feeling as if they were fucking raw, onyly to blink and realize they came in their pants while looking at their girlfriend's tits or ass)

Please note due to hormonal changes and significant/rapid change onset by said side effects, men may not go back to experiencing normal semen volume after receiving even a single overdose

This is the story of every guy who’s taken 6 or 7 CumMax pills, almost as a challenge to the warnings written on the back of the pill bottle. He would know it’s real when his dick gets thicker in his sweatpants, then surged to full hardness so fast it almost hurt. He kicked back on his bed, phone in hand, and started scrolling—endless TikTok thots in tiny outfits shaking ass, Tumblr girls posing with massive tits spilling out of crop tops, teasing smiles and slow grinds. The more he looked, the harder he got.

It wasn’t normal.

His cock throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, swelling thicker and longer with every pulse. Eight inches. Ten. Twelve. The shaft stretched relentlessly, veins bulging like ropes under skin that pulled tight and shiny. The head flared angry red, leaking pre-cum in thick strands that soaked through his pants. He groaned, hips bucking involuntarily, as the first orgasm slammed into him without warning. Thick ropes of cum erupted straight up, splattering his chest, his neck, the headboard—hot, heavy loads that kept pumping out while he kept scrolling, unable to stop.

But the growth didn’t slow.

His dick kept getting harder. Impossibly harder. Longer. Thicker. Redder. It pushed past fourteen inches, girth exploding until it was thicker than his wrist, then thicker than his forearm, the skin stretched so tight it glistened. Every heartbeat sent another rush of blood straight to it, making the whole monstrous shaft lurch and bob violently on its own. The pleasure was overwhelming—white-hot waves that made his toes curl and his vision blur. He came again. And again. Hands-free spurts that painted his phone screen, the walls, the ceiling in messy arcs while desperate moans tore from his throat.

His balls refused to be left behind.

They expanded even faster, outpacing his already ridiculous cock. What started as normal nuts ballooned into heavy plums, then large oranges, then full cantaloupes in under ten minutes. The skin stretched shiny and taut as pressure built inside. By the time his cock hit sixteen inches, his balls were the size of ripe honeydews—fat, sloshing orbs that forced his thighs wide apart and rested heavily on the mattress between his legs. They felt insanely sensitive; every tiny shift sent electric jolts straight up his spine, making his cock twitch and spurt even more.

His cock was so hard it towered over him, brain morphing until he couldn't do anything but hump the air and think about breeding every hole he saw. His cock became so sensitive the air played into his delusions, the slightest movements feeling as if the women in his imagination were twirling their tounges around his cock

Every thirty seconds another wave of climax crashed through him. His massive red cock would flare, throb, force itself harder, pushing into nothing. Veins pulsing, and another gushing couple ropes would force itself out—thicker, more voluminous, pooling on his stomach and soaking the sheets. The room filled with desperate moans and wet, obscene sounds: constant splattering, his broken gasps, the heavy sloshing of his growing balls.

His brain started to fracture under the relentless overload.

The pleasure was too intense, too nonstop. Hallucinations bled into reality. The women on his screen came alive in his mind—curvy TikTok dancers climbing onto his lap, lowering their tight, wet pussies onto his forearm-thick cock and riding him reverse cowgirl while giggling, “Fuck, look how huge you’re getting for us…” A busty Tumblr goth straddled one of his swelling balls, grinding her fat ass against the hot, hyper-sensitive skin, whispering how she wanted to drain every drop. Another thot leaned in close, her massive tits bouncing as she kissed and licked the leaking head of his monstrous dick.

His fried brain clung to the fantasy like a lifeline.

If they ride me hard enough, maybe I’ll finally cum enough to shrink these balls down…

He thrust uselessly into the empty air, whimpering and grunting as load after load hosed out in powerful, endless streams. But no matter how much he spurted, his balls only swelled faster. The melon-sized orbs ballooned past basketball dimensions, then larger—fat, heavy, vein-laced behemoths that spread out across the bed like living beanbag chairs. Each one bigger than his entire torso, constantly churning and gurgling, the skin stretched drum-tight over the massive, sloshing volume inside. The weight pinned him down. He could barely move his legs.

His cock towered above them now—a veiny, angry red monster longer than his forearm and thicker than a beer can, constantly drooling and erupting while the imaginary thots kept riding, grinding, teasing in his shattered mind. He came again and again, gallons of thick cum flooding the bed, dripping onto the floor, but the growth never stopped. His balls kept expanding, becoming true beanbag-sized orbs—enormous, floor-dragging sacks so heavy they sagged off the edge of the mattress, each pulse sending fresh waves of overwhelming sensitivity through his body.

“Fuck… it won’t stop growing… my balls are so fucking huge… they’re beanbag sized now… every time I cum they just get bigger… the girls won’t stop riding me… I’m cumming again—oh god”

We at CumMax inc. get emails like this DAILY but some people still ignore the warnings on the bottle

Moral of the story?

I want his cock as big as possible too, just to intensify the humiliation further... can you help me get my dream boyfriend?

CumMax Inc. absolutely adores hearing from fans who know exactly what they want. You want him HUGE. Yes,CumMax can absolutely deliver your dream boyfriend. For FDA and legal reasons we have to say: do not exceed 1 pill per month. The hormonal changes can get extremely intense (wink). Your care package is already on the way 24 bottles of CumMax pills, plus a couple packs of our ultra-refined, concentrated CumMax powder (this extra strength powder variant dissolves instantly and hits like a freight train when you mix it into food or drinks). Go as hard as you want. Test every theory. We want to hear exactly how massive he gets!

-CumMax brand Ambassador

EDIT: Oh my god, you guys. She actually sent us the videos. And the photos. And the audio. We’re calling this one “Goddess G’s Hyper Bull Project.” She got the 20 bottles + powder packs on a Tuesday. By Wednesday night she was already mixing the refined powder into his dinner like it was seasoning. Here’s exactly what happened:

She started slow… for her.

Week 1 – The Spark

Every morning: 4 pills crushed into his coffee + a heaping scoop of powder stirred into his protein shake.

By day 5 his balls were noticeably heavier—plump, swollen oranges that slapped loudly when he fucked her. His cock had gained a full inch in length and girth. He was cumming harder, longer, and she caught him leaking through his work pants by day 7. She made him edge in front of her every night while she modeled new lingerie, just so she could watch the first hands-free spurts when her silhouette hit the light.

Week 2 – The Floodgates Open

Dose doubled. She was emptying half a bottle a day into everything he consumed.

His balls surged. They ballooned past grapefruit size, then past her own massive tits. By the end of the week they were bigger than her ass—fat, veiny, sloshing orbs that forced his legs apart when he walked. His cock was now a thick 11-inch monster with a flared head the size of a plum. He started cumming at the mere sight of her shadow in the hallway. She’d stand in the doorway wearing nothing but heels, letting the light outline her curves, and he’d drop to his knees, whimpering, as thick ropes shot across the room without him even touching himself.

She still rode him every night, but she could already feel his growing balls pressing against her thighs, heavy and hot.

Week 3 – Too Big to Fuck

She went full send—entire bottles dissolved into his food and drinks daily.

His balls exploded in size. They swelled past exercise-ball dimensions and kept going, becoming massive, floor-dragging sacks that rested on the ground when he sat. Each one was now bigger than her entire torso. The skin stretched tight and shiny, veins pulsing visibly as they churned nonstop. His cock matched the pace: it thickened to the girth of her wrist, then her forearm, stretching past 14 inches, then 16, the head flaring so wide she could barely wrap both hands around it.

Penetration became impossible.

She tried once more on day 19. She could only get the first four inches in before the sheer girth and the pressure of those gigantic balls against her ass made it hurt in the best way. She laughed, pulled off, and whispered, “You’re too big for my pussy now, baby… but you’re perfect for everything else.”

From that night on she stopped even trying to fuck him. She kept dosing.

Week 4–6 – The Tease Goddess Era

She ran out of the original supply on week 5.

She filmed a 4-minute video of her boyfriend on all fours, his yoga-ball-sized nuts dragging on the carpet, his skyscraper cock throbbing and drooling a constant river of pre-cum while she simply stood in silhouette at the bedroom door. The second her outline appeared he started cumming—long, powerful, hands-free ropes that painted the floor in thick white puddles. He was moaning her name like a broken record.

We received the video the same day.

Our response? Another 30 bottles + 5 extra packs of refined powder delivered overnight, no charge. “Keep testing the limits,” we told her. “We want to see how big he can get.”

She didn’t waste a single pill.

Daily dose: whatever was left in the bottle that day, all of it ground up or dissolved into his meals, his water, even the lube she slathered on his monstrous shaft.

His balls kept growing. They passed yoga-ball size by week 6. Each testicle was now larger than a standard yoga ball—massive, heavy, floor-filling orbs so enormous he couldn’t stand without leaning far forward. They sloshed audibly with every tiny movement, constantly producing more cum than a normal man could ejaculate in a month. The weight made him waddle; sitting down required him to carefully lift and arrange the twin behemoths like living beanbag chairs.

His cock was obscene. It had grown past 20 inches long and thicker than her upper arm. The head alone was the size of a large apple, constantly leaking. Veins as thick as her fingers ran along the shaft like ropes.

She could no longer ride it. She couldn’t even straddle it properly.

Instead, she worshipped it with her whole body.

Every evening she’d make him lie on his back (a production in itself with those gigantic balls). She’d climb onto the bed, wrap both arms around the massive, throbbing shaft like she was hugging a tree trunk, press her huge tits against the hot skin, and kiss and lick the swollen head while grinding her soaked pussy against the top of one of his yoga-ball nuts. She’d whisper filthy things—“Look how fucking huge you are for me… you can’t even fuck me anymore… all you can do is leak and cum like my personal broken faucet…”—and the moment her silhouette or her voice hit him just right, he’d erupt.

And when he came… god.

Constant, hands-free orgasms. Sometimes multiple times an hour. Thick, pressurized ropes would shoot out in powerful arcs, hosing the ceiling, the walls, her body, the bed—gallons of cum every single climax. He’d be whimpering, shaking, eyes rolled back, while she kept hugging and kissing his gigantic cock, milking every last spurt with her words and her curves. The room smelled like sex and cum 24/7. She started making him wear only a custom-made harness because normal clothes were laughable.

Month 3 and Beyond – Still Dosing

She sent us another video last week.

In it she’s standing in front of him wearing a tiny black dress that perfectly outlines her massive tits and ass. She doesn’t even touch him. She just slowly turns so her silhouette fills the doorway.

His response is immediate and catastrophic.

His yoga-ball-plus testicles visibly contract and swell, the skin stretching even tighter. His monolithic cock lurches upward, veins pulsing, and then he’s cumming again—endless, hands-free, firehose-level spurts that spray across the entire room while he sobs with pleasure and humiliation. She’s laughing softly, blowing him a kiss, telling him, “Good boy… keep filling the room for Mommy.”

She still doses him every single day.

We’ve sent two more restocks already.

He is no longer a boyfriend.

He is her giant, hyper-endowed, constantly leaking, instantly triggered cum factory—balls bigger than yoga balls, cock so massive she can only tease it by wrapping her entire upper body around it like a stripper pole, kissing and licking the head while he erupts uncontrollably at the mere shadow of her perfect body.

And she has no plans to stop.

She told us in her last message:

“I want to see if they can get bigger than beach balls. Keep the shipments coming.”

We obliged.

This is what CumMax is for, fam.

If you have your own fantasy, slide into our asks. We love making dreams this big come true 😈

— c-max-user / CumMax Inc. 💊💦

Hey babe.

I just got an email from the pharmaceutical company.

They say they mixed up your multivitamins with experimental libido-boosters.

It says here the side-effects could mean permanent premature-ejaculation. Don't worry.

It says if you haven't cum yet its completely reversible.

**SPURT**

Babe?

I’m standing right in front of you now, phone still glowing in my hand, smirking as I watch your sweats darken in real time. You’re already trembling on the couch, thighs clenched, that thick bulge twitching helplessly under the fabric like it’s trying to punch through. I can see the wet spot spreading fast—another involuntary spurt just leaked out because I said the word “permanent” a little too sweetly. Your balls look obscene already, swollen and heavy, pressing so hard against your legs I swear I can hear them churning from here.