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Penis Enlargement in Pretoria+27 60 837 9552: A Complete Guide

Herbal Penis Enlargement in Pretoria: A Complete Guide

If you're looking for a natural way to enlarge your penis, you may have heard about herbal remedies. In Pretoria, South Africa, there are many traditional healers who claim to have natural remedies that can increase penis size. But how effective are these treatments? In this article, we'll explore the world of herbal penis enlargement in Pretoria, including its history, benefits, and risks.

Introduction to Herbal Penis Enlargement in Pretoria

Herbal penis enlargement has been around for centuries, and many cultures have their own traditional remedies. In Pretoria, traditional healers have been using herbs to treat various conditions, including erectile dysfunction and penis size enhancement. These remedies are usually made from natural ingredients like roots, leaves, and bark, and are taken as a tea or applied topically.

How Herbal Penis Enlargement Works

There are several ways that herbal remedies can increase penis size. Some herbs are known to increase blood flow to the penis, which can result in a larger erection. Others can stimulate the production of testosterone, which can lead to increased muscle mass and a more prominent penis. Some herbs can even increase the number of cells in the penis, resulting in permanent growth.

Popular Herbs for Penis Enlargement in Pretoria

There are many herbs that traditional healers in Pretoria use for penis enlargement. Some of the most popular include:

Imphepho: This herb is known for its calming properties, but it's also used to improve sexual health. It's believed to increase blood flow to the penis, resulting in larger erections.

African potato: This root is used for a variety of purposes, including penis enlargement. It's believed to increase the production of testosterone, leading to larger muscles and a bigger penis.

Muti: This is a term used for traditional medicine in South Africa. There are many muti remedies that claim to enhance penis size. Some of these include a mixture of herbs, roots, and animal parts.

Butea superba: This herb is native to Thailand, but it's also used in traditional African medicine. It's believed to improve sexual function by increasing blood flow to the penis.

Benefits of Herbal Penis Enlargement

One of the main benefits of herbal penis enlargement is that it's a natural solution. Unlike surgery or synthetic drugs, herbal remedies have few side effects and are generally safe to use. They're also affordable and accessible, especially in countries like South Africa where traditional healers are prevalent. Additionally, many men report an increase in self-confidence after using these remedies.

Risks and Side Effects of Herbal Penis Enlargement

While herbal penis enlargement is generally safe, there are some risks and side effects to be aware of. Some herbs can interact with medications or cause allergic reactions. Others can cause stomach upset or diarrhea. Additionally, there is no scientific evidence to support the effectiveness of these remedies, and they may not work for everyone.

How to Choose a Herbal Penis Enlargement Remedy

If you're interested in trying herbal penis enlargement, it's important to choose a reputable source. Look for a traditional healer who has experience with these remedies and can provide you with detailed instructions on how to use them. Avoid buying remedies from unlicensed sources or online retailers, as these may be unsafe or ineffective.

Conclusion

Herbal penis enlargement is a popular practice in Pretoria and other parts of South Africa. While there is little scientific evidence to support these remedies, many men have reported success with them. If you're considering trying herbal penis enlargement, it's important to do your research and choose a reputable traditional healer. Remember, however, that

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A girl becomes addicted to her breasts getting bigger, and her second puberty aides her in becoming ginormous (talking hyper-sized, if possible - as big as you desire)

I genuinely don't understand how every girl doesn't get addicted to the feeling of their breasts growing. I was pretty much hooked the morning I outgrew my first bra. There was something... empowering about it. I don't know if I can fully describe it. The actual bra was uncomfortable, sure, but knowing that I was too big for it, subtle bulges around the edges... god. It was the first time in my entire life that I felt sexy. I was literally too sexy for my clothes and, fuck, it felt amazing. That was when I first started fantasizing about being properly huge, waiting until my parents went to bed and awkwardly searching the internet for "what happens when bigger than Z cup". But, as much as I wanted it, genetics had other plans.

It should have been a little bit obvious, in hindsight, but greed had blinded my young eyes. As I learned while snooping through the laundry, my older sister stopped growing at a C. My mom wore D-cup bras, but I'm pretty sure that was mostly from having kids and, while I was willing to do a lot for bigger tits, that seemed a little extreme. I was never going to huge like I had imagined, like I had dreamed, like I had prayed. My growth pretty much petered out at a large B/small C depending on the brand. That was all that genetics had deigned to give me and I can't pretend that I wasn't disappointed. No matter how many of my friends reassured me that I was "the perfect size" and they "fit my frame", that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted big. I wanted huge. I wanted the kind of tits that would make even the most hardened of hentai-consuming perverts (a crowd that I quickly found myself part of) wonder if it wasn't a little much.

But I wasn't about to take it lying down.

I got a job at a cafe to "save money for college", but every last penny I had went to buying supplements online. The unruly guests, making my cheeks hurt with forced smiles, doing everything I could to maintain my customer service voice, all of it was worth it in pursuit of a singular goal. Creams and lotions, pills and supplements, anything that even remotely promised growth was hastily ordered in lust-fueled hazes late at night. Shady sites stole my credit card info, like, three times and I was almost positive most were sugar pills or snake oil, but the joke about a man actually inventing penis-enlarging pills and having no way to market it stuck in my brain. If there was one breast growth supplement out there that was 100% legit then by god I was going to find it.

And, despite the incredible odds, it did work! To an extent. I managed to push my tits to a very swollen DD. Constantly massaging my breasts, kneading various lotions into my skin made them incredibly sensitive. If I hadn't already been obsessed with my tits, that level of sensitivity would have made it so. I could feel them bouncing and sloshing in my bras constantly. As much as I hated them, bras were a must. I didn't care about the 'modesty' or whatever, but feeling my shirt casually rub against my nipples all fucking day drove me insane. There were days where I didn't leave me room, just played with my tits until I came over and over again. Eventually, I'd stagger out at some point in the evening to rehydrate before crawling back into my cave, teasing my nipples and fantasizing about being double, triple, orders of magnitude bigger. I tried my best to come to terms with the fact that this is probably as busty as I'd ever be. Until, one morning, it wasn't.

I can still remember waking up and feeling that weight on my chest. As many times as I had dreamed about it, I didn't know what it was like until I finally felt it, that kind of heft on my chest. My jaw dropped open when I pulled back the covers and saw what had become of my tits. They doubled in size. Overnight. They literally looked inflated, almost unnaturally round, my skin red and covered in a web of veins. The sensitivity was mind-blowing. I could feel the air moving over my skin and it was just... woof. Between the size and the sensitivity, I had to get myself off immediately. Twice. Usually post-nut clarity had never hit me too hard previously, mostly just disappointment at my impossible fantasies, but that day it hit me like a freight train. Something wasn't right.

A few doctor's visits and some blood work later and I had an answer. I never admitted to taking the supplements, though my doctor was skeptical; he had never seen anything like this in someone whose thyroid wasn't full of holes. It turns out that, while the pills didn't really do much, all of the hormones that were in them were just sort of sitting in my system. If I had only taken one or two, they would have been flushed out pretty easily. But I was taking more than a dozen different pills. I was unknowingly adding more and more kindling to the pyre, adding in the hormonal equivalent of gasoline and thermite, just waiting until it reached critical mass and self-ignited. It was enough to trigger what was essentially a second puberty, my body starting to flood with self-made hormones outside of the supplements, but thanks to the variety of topical creams and lotions, it would be contained almost entirely in my breasts.

I was fairly silent on the car ride home, though I did whimper a bit when we hit a pothole. I trudged up to my room, carefully disrobed myself. My eyes were glued to the mirror, unable to take my eyes off of myself. Titflesh overflowed my palms, bulged out between my fingers, there was just so much of it. I could barely come to terms with the fact that all that was me. That thought alone nearly made me cum. The rest of the day was a lust-fueled frenzy. My pussy was largely neglected, focused entirely on my tits to get myself off over and over and over again. It felt incredible. The reality would come later, but I was too busy cumming then.

Unlike my first go 'round, which was painfully slow, my second puberty wasted no time. I was putting on at least an inch of bust every day. Sometimes, if I sat very still and held my breath, I swear I could watch them swelling in front of my eyes. Within a week, they were big enough to reach my bellybutton and, a week after that, they were almost at my hips. I was eating like a glutton, but I had to; my growing udders were taking up every calorie I put into my body. At some point, I started staying in my room not just because I was spending every hour of the day masturbating but because I had outgrown not just all of my clothes, but even our beach towels weren't bit enough to cover my tits. I could feel, every day, as the weight pulled heavier on my shoulders, nearly dragging me off my feet as they slid off my lap. I could feel my mobility slipping away, which would have been more frightening if it wasn't so arousing.

So anyway, that about brings things to now! My breasts are still technically growing, though at this size, it's kind of hard to notice an extra inch or two. I haven't officially measured these things in ages, so I can only guess that I'd have gone around the alphabet a few dozen times by now. I'm big enough that each, individual tit is big enough for me to use as a bed with room left over. Reaching my nipples is a workout, having to gather up so much titflesh in my hands and arms to get to them, though I rarely make it all the way there. I tend to get a little 'distracted'. The irony is that, after all this time, finally experiencing what it's like to be big has actually cooled me a little bit on the enormous fantasies. I mean, I'm already living the dream! Outside of just "bigger", there wasn't much left to explore on that avenue.

I have been taking a recent interest in lactation, though...

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you're scrolling around on your favorite porn site to- well what else- get off some steam and relax a little. usually all of those ads are about milfs and penis enlargement pills, some even funny, but today the only pop-up ads are these writhing tentacles and various dumb puns about getting laid. absurdity aside, the sight is a bit more intriguing than any advertisement youve seem before, you figure your anti-virus software will keep you safe so you go ahead and click on one of them.

suddenly youre taken to a site full of videos of people laying eggs, dates and times with a general timezone on each video, none of them with sound but you could only imagine the moaning. before you know it youve found yourself wandering to a video or two, unable to notice the way your computer has started to whir- as if the simple single tab on your browser was taking up everything it had to run. you feel hot, your heads spinning, your hand between your thighs and working at your own skin, just distracted enough that when wire-woven tentacles settle onto your office chair you don't even notice.

you just cant stop looking at those eggs that are in the videos, every one of them the same as the other. was this some mass marketing stunt you missed out on? what sex store was leaving you out of the loop with this beautiful execution of mass-egg laying? suddenly, that tentacle wedges its way between your legs and knocks your hand out of the way, something already embedded in your mind that it belongs there. you spread open further to accept it. it pushes into you, hot and heavy, your eyes follow it to its source- your computer tower. you'd dreamed of it, honestly, but never thought of it becoming real. it sprouts more and more wires to hold you more places, to fill every hole that it can with its wires, to make sure you stay calm while it pumps you harder and harder. something, wider then normal then wider, pumping into you. you'd seen enough to guess what whats happening, the heavy feeling in your stomach growing moment by moment confirming it all.

you were getting pumped with eggs, and you couldn't even do a thing to stop it, you couldn't even make a sound around the bundle of wires in your mouth. weirdly enough, they were smooth and slick, not wet, but synthetic and rubber and perfect to slobber around. not to mention the one inside you, your poor desk chair, the roommate that could be coming home any time soon.

by the time its done with you, wires retreating and letting you take a look at your ever so slightly distended stomach, you realize another wire is approaching. this time, not from your tower, but your monitor, more specifically, the camera embedded into its frame. how long were those videos again? you couldnt remember, and why would you care? your computer would take care of you, after all, it seems you're a part of something bigger than you can understand now, and your computer should handle that sort of stuff anyway