Terry sat on the bed and held his head in his hands. His erection subsided begrudgingly, keeping most of its length even as it softened. It settled down with its head between his knees like some enormous, pink snake.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" he demanded.
Diane stretched and propped herself up onto her elbow to get a better view.
"A better question is, what won't you do with that monster?" she grinned.
"Are you kidding?"
"No, that thing's awesome. I can't remember the last time I came so hard."
"Yeah well, that's you. Crissy's never gonna be able to take all this! She could barely take me before!"
"So... Does this mean you don't want me to hook you guys back up, then?"
Terry glared at her.
"Hey, don't get mad at me, I don't know what you want!" she raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Why shouldn't I get mad at you? Look what you did!" he gestured to his monster member, still throbbing between his knees.
"You're pretty grouchy for a guy that just got laid."
"Oh, and how should I be, exactly?"
"Um, happy?"
"'Happy?' I can never have sex again thanks to you!"
Diane laughed.
"It's not that hard, just find a girl who's into vaginal fisting," she said.
"I don't want a girl who's into vaginal fisting!"
"Or anal, whatever floats your boat..."
Terry growled in frustration and stood up off the bed. His still half-hard member swung down and flopped back and forth between his thighs as he paced. A small rope of cum drizzled from the tip. Diane eyed it like a playful cat eyes a dangling string. Her mind was already churning with schemes.
"This is ridiculous," Terry muttered to himself. His mind raced with the problems brought on by his new cock. How would he fit into his jock? How would he fit into his cup?
He wouldn't be able to make a full assessment of the problem until he was fully soft. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Diane purred to herself on the bed and teased her fat nipples.
"Wanna go again?" she asked, feeling a sudden impulse in her ravenous vagina.
"No, thanks," Terry huffed. His cock disagreed, and slowly started to lengthen again. He pulled his pants back on and stuffed the disobedient beast down the leg of his jeans. The bulge ran the entire length of his thigh, terminating at his knee with a swollen head the size of his fist.
Diane laughed again.
"You look ridiculous," she sniggered.
"Thanks."
"Seriously, though. I can't believe you're mad at me. Look at that beast! My mouth is watering just thinking about it."
"Yeah, well, forgive me if I don't care about your opinion."
Diane shrugged and got up off the bed.
"Whatever. There's no point in crying over spilled cream. You're stuck with a monster cock now. What you choose to do with it is your problem. I'll be here to help whenever you decide to cheer up."
"Just get the fuck out!" Terry snapped. Diane gathered up her clothes and skipped out the door, her colossal tits bouncing with every jump. Terry slammed the door behind her.
What was he going to do now?
Diane poked her head back in.
"Can I borrow this?" she asked, grabbing the bottle of cream.
"Whatever!" Terry threw his pillow at the door and Diane vanished, taking the bottle with her. She giggled all the way down the stairs.
