Medicine Show
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"How big do you think he's gonna get?" Terry asked Diane.
Diane thought about it.
"Well, a dollup the size of a nickel added ten inches to your cock, how much fell onto Mahmout?"
"Like, a blob the size of a scoop of ice cream?"
"Shit..." Diane got a faraway look in her eyes.
Mahmout was in for an interesting night...
***
After escaping from Diane's Attic of Doom, Mahmout lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs into the party. Fortunately, the surging crowd was there to break his fall and he was able to crowd surf most of the way back to the bar, where Kevin was conversing animatedly to the crowd from the dick measuring contest.
"I mean, like, holy shit!" Kevin exclaimed, holding his hands wide to show the extent of Terry's equine equipment. "I've never seen a dick that big! Terry's gonna be a legend, man. A motherfucking legend."
Mahmout tapped Kevin on the shoulder.
"Yo, what up, dude?" Kevin smiled. "You missed out on some crazy shit!"
"Kevin, you have no idea. Come on, it's time to go."
"Go? Dude, it's only like, eleven forty five. The party's just getting started!"
"No way, party's over. We've gotta get out of here," Mahmout winced as the buzzing, tingling sensation in his crotch increased. So did the squeezing ache in his balls as his manhood grew more restricted against the tight fabric of his jeans.
"You alright, dude?" Kevin stood up an laid a hand on Mahmout's shoulder.
"No..." Mahmout leaned on Kevin as another growth spurt shot through his cock, pressing it harder against his balls.
"Did you have too much to drink or what?"
"I'll be fine, just take me back to the dorm, okay?"
Kevin wobbled a little bit, trying to bring Mahmout into focus.
"I dunno if driving's such a good idea..." said Kevin "Are you sober?"
Mahmout blinked, realizing that he was.
"Yeah... but I dunno if I can drive like this..."
"Like what, man?"
"Look, let's just start walking, maybe we can grab a cab on the way..."
"On the way to where?"
"The hospital-ooooooh," Mahmout groaned as his cock gave another throb, piling another inch onto its already outrageous girth.
"You mean Merrimack Valley? You can't walk there... it's like..." Kevin tried to count the blocks on his fingers.
"Five blocks, tops. We passed it on the way here. We can walk it if we leave now..." Mahmout grabbed a fistful of Kevin's shirt as another throb hit his crotch like a bass beat.
"Okay..." Kevin was looking really worried now. He grabbed his coat from the stool and helped Mahmout out onto the porch.
As luck would have it, a gaggle of tittering freshman girls were piling into a yellow cab that had just pulled into the driveway.
"Shit!" yelled Mahmout. "Stop that cab, grab it!"
Kevin jumped over the porch railing and landed with a painful crunch on the gravel five feet below. Luckily, he was shitfaced drunk, so he was able to shrug it off with only minimal cursing. He'd wonder why there was so much gravel in his hair later, though.
"Hey, girls!" Kevin yelled, coming to a halt just as the last co-ed was squeezing her way into the cab.
"What?" she asked, looking Kevin up and down with a look of disgust.
"Sorry, my friend really needs a ride to the hospital," he pointed at Mahmout, who was doubled over on the railing, groaning like a wet cat. "We need this cab."
"Fat chance, asshole," the girl reached out to close the door.
"Please, he really needs it!" Kevin clasped his hands together.
"There's no more room!"
One of the other girls leaned forward. Kevin wasn't too drunk to notice she had some epic cleavage on display.
"Aww, come on, Cindy. That guy looks really sick. We can fit two more," she said.
Cindy rolled her eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh.
"Ugh! Fine. But just to the hospital!"
"Thanks so much!"
Kevin and Mahmout squeezed into the cab and they took off.
However, they'd barely gotten a hundred yards before a pain even more urgent than the one in his pants changed Mahmout's priories. His stomach roared so loudly it startled the girl with the immense tits and she squeaked.
"Dude, we've gotta get something to eat," said Mahmout. The pain in his crotch seemed to have died down to a dull ache. Now the pain in his stomach had become unbearable.
"You said you had to go to the hospital," frowned Cindy.
"Yeah, dude, what's up?" asked Kevin.
"Nevermind the hospital. If I don't get something to eat, I think I might literally die..."
"Man, what the fuck?" asked a skinny girl crammed against the door.
Mahmout ignored them and leaned forward to the driver.
"Hey, buddy, what's the closest restaurant?"
The girls in the car all started objecting at once. Kevin tried to pull Mahmout back into his seat but he resisted.
"Noplace that would be open this late. Closest place is a Wendy's just across the bridge," said the cabbie.
"No, take us back to the dorms!" Cindy barked.
Mahmout objected and the argument was about to get heated when the driver spoke up.
"Wendy's is on the way," he offered, helpfully.
"Fine, just kick us out on the way," said Kevin, desperate to escape the cramped taxi.
Five exceptionally uncomfortable minutes later, Mahmout was limping across the parking lot toward the warm, welcoming glow of the Main St. Wendy's with Kevin holding him up by the arm.
"Dude, what happened? Why're you all messed up like this?" he asked.
"I'll tell you in a minute. I've got to eat something," answered Mahmout.
They emerged from the chilly air of the parking lot and limped into the Wendy's. That was when Kevin finally noticed Mahmout's leg.
"Holy shit, man, what's going on in your pants!?" asked Kevin, panicked.
Mahmout looked down.
"Oh shit!" he yelped.
He knew something bad was going on in his groin, but until then, it had been too dark to see the extent of the damage. He was not expecting this. It looked like someone had shoved a fat cucuzza squash down Mahmout's pantleg. The bulge extended from his crotch, down his inner thigh, stopping just an inch short of his knee.
"Dude, no wonder you're limping. What the fuck is that?" asked Kevin.
"I-I dunno..." Mahmout felt faint. "Uhh... shit. Lemme duck in the bathroom real quick. Just order me something, I'll be right back."
"What do you want?"
"I don't care... Anything vegetarian," Mahmout called over his shoulder as he limped into the bathroom.
He stumbled into the closest stall, not bothering to lock the door behind him and began to unzip his pants, terrified at what he would find...
Diane thought about it.
"Well, a dollup the size of a nickel added ten inches to your cock, how much fell onto Mahmout?"
"Like, a blob the size of a scoop of ice cream?"
"Shit..." Diane got a faraway look in her eyes.
Mahmout was in for an interesting night...
***
After escaping from Diane's Attic of Doom, Mahmout lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs into the party. Fortunately, the surging crowd was there to break his fall and he was able to crowd surf most of the way back to the bar, where Kevin was conversing animatedly to the crowd from the dick measuring contest.
"I mean, like, holy shit!" Kevin exclaimed, holding his hands wide to show the extent of Terry's equine equipment. "I've never seen a dick that big! Terry's gonna be a legend, man. A motherfucking legend."
Mahmout tapped Kevin on the shoulder.
"Yo, what up, dude?" Kevin smiled. "You missed out on some crazy shit!"
"Kevin, you have no idea. Come on, it's time to go."
"Go? Dude, it's only like, eleven forty five. The party's just getting started!"
"No way, party's over. We've gotta get out of here," Mahmout winced as the buzzing, tingling sensation in his crotch increased. So did the squeezing ache in his balls as his manhood grew more restricted against the tight fabric of his jeans.
"You alright, dude?" Kevin stood up an laid a hand on Mahmout's shoulder.
"No..." Mahmout leaned on Kevin as another growth spurt shot through his cock, pressing it harder against his balls.
"Did you have too much to drink or what?"
"I'll be fine, just take me back to the dorm, okay?"
Kevin wobbled a little bit, trying to bring Mahmout into focus.
"I dunno if driving's such a good idea..." said Kevin "Are you sober?"
Mahmout blinked, realizing that he was.
"Yeah... but I dunno if I can drive like this..."
"Like what, man?"
"Look, let's just start walking, maybe we can grab a cab on the way..."
"On the way to where?"
"The hospital-ooooooh," Mahmout groaned as his cock gave another throb, piling another inch onto its already outrageous girth.
"You mean Merrimack Valley? You can't walk there... it's like..." Kevin tried to count the blocks on his fingers.
"Five blocks, tops. We passed it on the way here. We can walk it if we leave now..." Mahmout grabbed a fistful of Kevin's shirt as another throb hit his crotch like a bass beat.
"Okay..." Kevin was looking really worried now. He grabbed his coat from the stool and helped Mahmout out onto the porch.
As luck would have it, a gaggle of tittering freshman girls were piling into a yellow cab that had just pulled into the driveway.
"Shit!" yelled Mahmout. "Stop that cab, grab it!"
Kevin jumped over the porch railing and landed with a painful crunch on the gravel five feet below. Luckily, he was shitfaced drunk, so he was able to shrug it off with only minimal cursing. He'd wonder why there was so much gravel in his hair later, though.
"Hey, girls!" Kevin yelled, coming to a halt just as the last co-ed was squeezing her way into the cab.
"What?" she asked, looking Kevin up and down with a look of disgust.
"Sorry, my friend really needs a ride to the hospital," he pointed at Mahmout, who was doubled over on the railing, groaning like a wet cat. "We need this cab."
"Fat chance, asshole," the girl reached out to close the door.
"Please, he really needs it!" Kevin clasped his hands together.
"There's no more room!"
One of the other girls leaned forward. Kevin wasn't too drunk to notice she had some epic cleavage on display.
"Aww, come on, Cindy. That guy looks really sick. We can fit two more," she said.
Cindy rolled her eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh.
"Ugh! Fine. But just to the hospital!"
"Thanks so much!"
Kevin and Mahmout squeezed into the cab and they took off.
However, they'd barely gotten a hundred yards before a pain even more urgent than the one in his pants changed Mahmout's priories. His stomach roared so loudly it startled the girl with the immense tits and she squeaked.
"Dude, we've gotta get something to eat," said Mahmout. The pain in his crotch seemed to have died down to a dull ache. Now the pain in his stomach had become unbearable.
"You said you had to go to the hospital," frowned Cindy.
"Yeah, dude, what's up?" asked Kevin.
"Nevermind the hospital. If I don't get something to eat, I think I might literally die..."
"Man, what the fuck?" asked a skinny girl crammed against the door.
Mahmout ignored them and leaned forward to the driver.
"Hey, buddy, what's the closest restaurant?"
The girls in the car all started objecting at once. Kevin tried to pull Mahmout back into his seat but he resisted.
"Noplace that would be open this late. Closest place is a Wendy's just across the bridge," said the cabbie.
"No, take us back to the dorms!" Cindy barked.
Mahmout objected and the argument was about to get heated when the driver spoke up.
"Wendy's is on the way," he offered, helpfully.
"Fine, just kick us out on the way," said Kevin, desperate to escape the cramped taxi.
Five exceptionally uncomfortable minutes later, Mahmout was limping across the parking lot toward the warm, welcoming glow of the Main St. Wendy's with Kevin holding him up by the arm.
"Dude, what happened? Why're you all messed up like this?" he asked.
"I'll tell you in a minute. I've got to eat something," answered Mahmout.
They emerged from the chilly air of the parking lot and limped into the Wendy's. That was when Kevin finally noticed Mahmout's leg.
"Holy shit, man, what's going on in your pants!?" asked Kevin, panicked.
Mahmout looked down.
"Oh shit!" he yelped.
He knew something bad was going on in his groin, but until then, it had been too dark to see the extent of the damage. He was not expecting this. It looked like someone had shoved a fat cucuzza squash down Mahmout's pantleg. The bulge extended from his crotch, down his inner thigh, stopping just an inch short of his knee.
"Dude, no wonder you're limping. What the fuck is that?" asked Kevin.
"I-I dunno..." Mahmout felt faint. "Uhh... shit. Lemme duck in the bathroom real quick. Just order me something, I'll be right back."
"What do you want?"
"I don't care... Anything vegetarian," Mahmout called over his shoulder as he limped into the bathroom.
He stumbled into the closest stall, not bothering to lock the door behind him and began to unzip his pants, terrified at what he would find...
It took some maneuvering for Mahmout to pull his jeans down over his gargantuan, swollen package, but he finally got them off. With the pressure of his jeans removed, the pain subsided immediately, though the tingling, buzzing sensation remained.
He stood in stunned silence and looked down at the python sprouting from his crotch.
Longer and thicker than his forearm, sixteen inches of fat, coffee brown cock dangled heavily between his legs. His monstrous member rested on a scrotum larger than a pair of softballs, pushing it slightly upward and outward from his body. No wonder he'd been about to pass out! Those things had been crammed into his briefs tighter than a nutcracker!
"Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit..." Mahmout muttered, unsure whether he was dreaming or insane.
He must have stood there for several minutes, because the next thing he knew, Kevin was knocking on the stall door.
"Yo, dude, are you alright?" asked Kevin, he pushed the door open before Mahmout could stop him.
"Kevin, wait-"
It was too late. Mahmout turned to close the door just in time to give Kevin an eyeful of the most girthy and second longest cock he'd seen all night.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit!" Kevin stumbled back.
Mahmout spun away from Kevin and kicked the door shut with his foot.
"Dude! Who told you to barge in here?" yelled Mahmout.
"Your food's ready and what the fuck was that?"
"I honestly have no idea," said Mahmout.
"Because it looked like,"
"Dude!"
"Dude!"
"Dude!"
"DUDE!"
"I know!"
"DUDE!"
Mahmout stuffed his ungainly cock back into his pants as best he could, rearranging his balls so that they wouldn't be crushed as much. The resulting bulge was as outrageous as it was obvious, but at least he could walk without too much pain. He emerged from the stall.
"Dude..." said Kevin. "What the fuck have you got in your pants?"
"I don't know, but I'm damn sure gonna ask Terry when I see him again... If I don't kill him first..."
"What does this have to do with Terry aside from the fact that he's also..." Kevin trailed off.
"Also what?"
"Uhhh..."
Mahmout's stomach gurgled again, echoing loudly in the empty restroom.
"I think we'd better talk about this over food..."
***
Kevin had gotten Mahmout a pair of chicken Cesar wraps without the chicken and a large fries. Mahmout wolfed them down in seconds and sent Kevin back up to get more. He didn't dare approach the counter himself. Not with the sure certainty of the public indecency charge Mahmout was sure would result if the servers saw the ever expanding bulge running down his left leg.
It took Kevin four trips before Mahmout was finally able to satisfy his hunger enough to talk. He stuffed his face from a mountain of fries as Kevin told the story of Terry's victory in the dick measuring competition.
Down below, the tingling, buzzing sensation had intensified once more, and Mahmout shifted uncomfortably as the bulge of his cock began to work its way past his knees.
"I tell you, man. I've never seen a dick like that before. I definitely don't remember him being that huge last time I saw him in the shower," said Kevin. "I mean, he was always fukkin' huge, but tonight, damn. Then again, I'd never seen him hard before, so he might be just a super grower?"
Mahmout shook his head. Now that he was no longer starving, he found he was able to think a little clearer.
"You know what I think?" asked Mahmout.
"What?"
"I think Terry's into some messed up shit. Like some really messed up shit."
Now it was Kevin's turn to listen as Mahmout told the story of what had happened in the attic. After he finished, Kevin sat quiet for a long time while Mahmout polished off his twelfth chickenless chicken Cesar wrap.
"So, you said you woke up and he was jerking you off?"
"That's what I thought at first," said Mahmout, "but now I think he was rubbing some stuff on my junk. I thought it was just hand lotion at the time..."
Kevin leaned over to look under the table at Mahmout's bulge. It extended well down to the middle of his calf now, forcing Mahmout to keep his leg more or less straight.
"I don't think that was lotion," said Kevin, sitting back up.
"Nope," agreed Mahmout.
His stomach grumbled again and Kevin got up and headed to the counter without a word.
***
It was two thirty by the time Kevin and Mahmout finally got back to the Tupelos. Nobody was answering their phone and there were no cabs, so they'd had to hoof it the six blocks back to campus. Mahmout's unsteady, stiff gait slowing them considerably.
"Dude, do you have a hard on or something? Why can't you bend your knee?" asked Kevin.
"It's not hard, it's just so thick it's stretching my pants too tight to bend."
By then, Mahmout's cock was practically as thick as his calves (and down to his ankle), creating a bulge that looked very much as if he'd crammed both legs down one pantleg.
"Dude, this is figgin messed up!" groaned Mahmout. "Do you see how friggin' huge this is? I'm a freak!"
"Take it easy man, we'll get you to a hospital tomorrow. They've got to have an antidote to whatever Terry gave you."
"An antidote? Dude, whatever Terry's got has got to be something unknown to science. Have you ever heard of a lotion that made people's dicks bigger?"
"If I had, I think I'd be in a worse situation than you, dude," laughed Kevin. He'd finally begun to sober up, though exhaustion was taking its toll.
Kevin helped Mahmout up the stairs and into his room. His roommate was still out at Diane's party (as a matter of fact, he was passed out under a pile of coats. No one would find him until four PM the next afternoon) so they didn't worry about making noise as they eased Mahmout into a nearby chair.
"It just keeps getting bigger!" groaned Mahmout.
"It's gonna be a pain to get your pants off over that. Those things are like, painted on."
Mahmout looked up at Kevin.
"Why the hell would I take my pants off?"
"To survey the damage, bro."
"What, right in front of you?"
"Moral support."
"Dude, you want to just watch me as I whip out my engorged, swollen freak cock? That's pretty friggin' gay, dude," huffed Mahmout.
"Dude, no homo, I swear," Kevin held his hand across his heart. "But you don't know what you're up against here. It's better you have a friend to help you out. Besides, it's so big at this point it's not even, you know, sexual. It's just academic at this point."
Mahmout looked down at the immensity of his cock as it snaked down his leg.
"You have a point. Here, help me with this part..."
After five minutes of fighting, the pair were able to work Mahmout's jeans all the way off.
"Dude..." Kevin couldn't look away.
Mahmout couldn't either.
It looked like a massive, dark brown anaconda had taken up residence between Mahmout's legs. A heavy snake whose tail was rooted in Mahmout's crotch and whose head rested on the ground three and a half feet away. Mahmout was uncut, with most of the shoebox-sized head concealed by nine inches of foreskin.
He was completely flaccid.
Kevin stood well back, as Mahmout's godzilla-sized genitals looked as though they could actually crawl across the floor and eat him.
"Jesus..." Kevin whispered. "He got your balls, too?"
"Obviously," Mahmout looked down at his overengorged scrotum. With each testicle the size of a football, he could have given Chris a run for his money in the balls department.
"Fuck, man... just fuck..." Kevin sat down on the bed.
Mahmout shifted around, trying to get a feel for the heft of his new equipment. He leaned forward to grab the head, found it was out of reach, and ended up tugging on the shaft until it was close enough for him to pick up.
Tugging turned out to be a huge mistake.
Finally free from the compressing denim and still tingling with the enlarging effects of the cream, Mahmout's dick decided to stretch its legs (so to speak).
"Oh shit..." said Mahmout, realizing what was happening.
"What? What'somyGOD!" Kevin leaped to his feet.
Mahmout's cock was expanding and hardening before their eyes. His massive foreskin began to stretch and tighten as the gargantuan cockhead swelled to double its size. The shaft uncoiled like a hose filling with water. Within fifteen seconds it was as thick as Mahmout's thigh.
"That's impossible!" Mahmout cried. "This shit can't be happening!"
It was happening.
"Dude... h-h-wha... how?" Kevin stammered.
The counterbalancing weight lifted Mahmout to his feet as forty two inches of flaccid cock began to expand into sixty eight inches of impossible meat.
They stared as, perhaps even more impossibly than getting hard, Mahmout's freight train of an erection began to lift off the ground. Mahmout's newly-enhanced abdominal muscles bulged with the effort of keeping himself standing as he became the fulcrum for more than seventy pounds of mind-blowing monstrosity. With effort, he maneuvered himself back to the chair and sat down, the throbbing tip of his cock almost brushing the ceiling as he brought it up.
"What. The. Holy. Fucking. Balls," said Kevin.
"This thing's gotta be like six feet long!" cried Mahmout, staring up at the sequoia towering over him.
"Not just that," Kevin pointed. "Look at your balls!"
Mahmout's balls were growing, too. Footballs were rapidly approaching basketballs as the supercharged testicles went into overdrive sperm production. Mahmout's stomach growled and suddenly he was extremely thirsty.
"Dude, what do I do?" asked Mahmout, looking desperately at Kevin.
"I dunno, it's your dick. How do you usually get rid of unwanted boners?"
"Shit, I don't know, how do you think?" snapped Mahmout.
"I was afraid you'd say that..." Kevin looked up at the skyscraping cock that was nearly larger than he was.
"Do you have any garbage bags?" asked Kevin.
He stood in stunned silence and looked down at the python sprouting from his crotch.
Longer and thicker than his forearm, sixteen inches of fat, coffee brown cock dangled heavily between his legs. His monstrous member rested on a scrotum larger than a pair of softballs, pushing it slightly upward and outward from his body. No wonder he'd been about to pass out! Those things had been crammed into his briefs tighter than a nutcracker!
"Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit..." Mahmout muttered, unsure whether he was dreaming or insane.
He must have stood there for several minutes, because the next thing he knew, Kevin was knocking on the stall door.
"Yo, dude, are you alright?" asked Kevin, he pushed the door open before Mahmout could stop him.
"Kevin, wait-"
It was too late. Mahmout turned to close the door just in time to give Kevin an eyeful of the most girthy and second longest cock he'd seen all night.
"Holy. Fucking. Shit!" Kevin stumbled back.
Mahmout spun away from Kevin and kicked the door shut with his foot.
"Dude! Who told you to barge in here?" yelled Mahmout.
"Your food's ready and what the fuck was that?"
"I honestly have no idea," said Mahmout.
"Because it looked like,"
"Dude!"
"Dude!"
"Dude!"
"DUDE!"
"I know!"
"DUDE!"
Mahmout stuffed his ungainly cock back into his pants as best he could, rearranging his balls so that they wouldn't be crushed as much. The resulting bulge was as outrageous as it was obvious, but at least he could walk without too much pain. He emerged from the stall.
"Dude..." said Kevin. "What the fuck have you got in your pants?"
"I don't know, but I'm damn sure gonna ask Terry when I see him again... If I don't kill him first..."
"What does this have to do with Terry aside from the fact that he's also..." Kevin trailed off.
"Also what?"
"Uhhh..."
Mahmout's stomach gurgled again, echoing loudly in the empty restroom.
"I think we'd better talk about this over food..."
***
Kevin had gotten Mahmout a pair of chicken Cesar wraps without the chicken and a large fries. Mahmout wolfed them down in seconds and sent Kevin back up to get more. He didn't dare approach the counter himself. Not with the sure certainty of the public indecency charge Mahmout was sure would result if the servers saw the ever expanding bulge running down his left leg.
It took Kevin four trips before Mahmout was finally able to satisfy his hunger enough to talk. He stuffed his face from a mountain of fries as Kevin told the story of Terry's victory in the dick measuring competition.
Down below, the tingling, buzzing sensation had intensified once more, and Mahmout shifted uncomfortably as the bulge of his cock began to work its way past his knees.
"I tell you, man. I've never seen a dick like that before. I definitely don't remember him being that huge last time I saw him in the shower," said Kevin. "I mean, he was always fukkin' huge, but tonight, damn. Then again, I'd never seen him hard before, so he might be just a super grower?"
Mahmout shook his head. Now that he was no longer starving, he found he was able to think a little clearer.
"You know what I think?" asked Mahmout.
"What?"
"I think Terry's into some messed up shit. Like some really messed up shit."
Now it was Kevin's turn to listen as Mahmout told the story of what had happened in the attic. After he finished, Kevin sat quiet for a long time while Mahmout polished off his twelfth chickenless chicken Cesar wrap.
"So, you said you woke up and he was jerking you off?"
"That's what I thought at first," said Mahmout, "but now I think he was rubbing some stuff on my junk. I thought it was just hand lotion at the time..."
Kevin leaned over to look under the table at Mahmout's bulge. It extended well down to the middle of his calf now, forcing Mahmout to keep his leg more or less straight.
"I don't think that was lotion," said Kevin, sitting back up.
"Nope," agreed Mahmout.
His stomach grumbled again and Kevin got up and headed to the counter without a word.
***
It was two thirty by the time Kevin and Mahmout finally got back to the Tupelos. Nobody was answering their phone and there were no cabs, so they'd had to hoof it the six blocks back to campus. Mahmout's unsteady, stiff gait slowing them considerably.
"Dude, do you have a hard on or something? Why can't you bend your knee?" asked Kevin.
"It's not hard, it's just so thick it's stretching my pants too tight to bend."
By then, Mahmout's cock was practically as thick as his calves (and down to his ankle), creating a bulge that looked very much as if he'd crammed both legs down one pantleg.
"Dude, this is figgin messed up!" groaned Mahmout. "Do you see how friggin' huge this is? I'm a freak!"
"Take it easy man, we'll get you to a hospital tomorrow. They've got to have an antidote to whatever Terry gave you."
"An antidote? Dude, whatever Terry's got has got to be something unknown to science. Have you ever heard of a lotion that made people's dicks bigger?"
"If I had, I think I'd be in a worse situation than you, dude," laughed Kevin. He'd finally begun to sober up, though exhaustion was taking its toll.
Kevin helped Mahmout up the stairs and into his room. His roommate was still out at Diane's party (as a matter of fact, he was passed out under a pile of coats. No one would find him until four PM the next afternoon) so they didn't worry about making noise as they eased Mahmout into a nearby chair.
"It just keeps getting bigger!" groaned Mahmout.
"It's gonna be a pain to get your pants off over that. Those things are like, painted on."
Mahmout looked up at Kevin.
"Why the hell would I take my pants off?"
"To survey the damage, bro."
"What, right in front of you?"
"Moral support."
"Dude, you want to just watch me as I whip out my engorged, swollen freak cock? That's pretty friggin' gay, dude," huffed Mahmout.
"Dude, no homo, I swear," Kevin held his hand across his heart. "But you don't know what you're up against here. It's better you have a friend to help you out. Besides, it's so big at this point it's not even, you know, sexual. It's just academic at this point."
Mahmout looked down at the immensity of his cock as it snaked down his leg.
"You have a point. Here, help me with this part..."
After five minutes of fighting, the pair were able to work Mahmout's jeans all the way off.
"Dude..." Kevin couldn't look away.
Mahmout couldn't either.
It looked like a massive, dark brown anaconda had taken up residence between Mahmout's legs. A heavy snake whose tail was rooted in Mahmout's crotch and whose head rested on the ground three and a half feet away. Mahmout was uncut, with most of the shoebox-sized head concealed by nine inches of foreskin.
He was completely flaccid.
Kevin stood well back, as Mahmout's godzilla-sized genitals looked as though they could actually crawl across the floor and eat him.
"Jesus..." Kevin whispered. "He got your balls, too?"
"Obviously," Mahmout looked down at his overengorged scrotum. With each testicle the size of a football, he could have given Chris a run for his money in the balls department.
"Fuck, man... just fuck..." Kevin sat down on the bed.
Mahmout shifted around, trying to get a feel for the heft of his new equipment. He leaned forward to grab the head, found it was out of reach, and ended up tugging on the shaft until it was close enough for him to pick up.
Tugging turned out to be a huge mistake.
Finally free from the compressing denim and still tingling with the enlarging effects of the cream, Mahmout's dick decided to stretch its legs (so to speak).
"Oh shit..." said Mahmout, realizing what was happening.
"What? What'somyGOD!" Kevin leaped to his feet.
Mahmout's cock was expanding and hardening before their eyes. His massive foreskin began to stretch and tighten as the gargantuan cockhead swelled to double its size. The shaft uncoiled like a hose filling with water. Within fifteen seconds it was as thick as Mahmout's thigh.
"That's impossible!" Mahmout cried. "This shit can't be happening!"
It was happening.
"Dude... h-h-wha... how?" Kevin stammered.
The counterbalancing weight lifted Mahmout to his feet as forty two inches of flaccid cock began to expand into sixty eight inches of impossible meat.
They stared as, perhaps even more impossibly than getting hard, Mahmout's freight train of an erection began to lift off the ground. Mahmout's newly-enhanced abdominal muscles bulged with the effort of keeping himself standing as he became the fulcrum for more than seventy pounds of mind-blowing monstrosity. With effort, he maneuvered himself back to the chair and sat down, the throbbing tip of his cock almost brushing the ceiling as he brought it up.
"What. The. Holy. Fucking. Balls," said Kevin.
"This thing's gotta be like six feet long!" cried Mahmout, staring up at the sequoia towering over him.
"Not just that," Kevin pointed. "Look at your balls!"
Mahmout's balls were growing, too. Footballs were rapidly approaching basketballs as the supercharged testicles went into overdrive sperm production. Mahmout's stomach growled and suddenly he was extremely thirsty.
"Dude, what do I do?" asked Mahmout, looking desperately at Kevin.
"I dunno, it's your dick. How do you usually get rid of unwanted boners?"
"Shit, I don't know, how do you think?" snapped Mahmout.
"I was afraid you'd say that..." Kevin looked up at the skyscraping cock that was nearly larger than he was.
"Do you have any garbage bags?" asked Kevin.
It took Kevin standing on his tiptoes, but he was able to flip the garbage bag up over Mahmout's cock without too much trouble. It barely came a third of the way down his shaft. Kevin pulled the red straps until they were as tight as he could make them and stepped back.
"Alright, you should be good to go," said Kevin.
"'Go' as in...?"
"You know, rub one out. Slay this beast."
"The hell is wrong with you?" Mahmout shook his head. "I can't jerk this off! I can't even get my hands around it. Frig, I can practically give this thing a bear hug!"
"Fuck, this thing could give you a bear hug, dude," said Kevin. "But you gotta put this thing back to sleep."
Mahmout ran his hand up the length of the tree-trunk like length of shaft in front of his face. The turgid flesh was warm. Practically hot. Mahmout traced his finger along a throbbing vein thicker than his thumb.
"There's no way, dude," said Mahmout. "I can't even reach the head."
"Fuck, I hadn't thought of that. I know I can't get myself off without tickling the back of my mushroom," said Kevin.
"Dude, T.M.I."
Kevin laughed.
"Man, don't talk to me about T.M.I. Too much information? Try too much everything, dude! Nothing I could say or do is more 'too much' than this fuckkin' thing."
"Shit..." said Mahmout. "We'll just have to wait it out."
An hour later and Mahmout was still as hard as ever. Kevin was passed out on Mahmout's bed after about fifty trips to the sink down the hall to refill Mahmout's Nalgene bottle. Mahmout sat in silence, drifting in and out of sleep as he waited for his hard on to subside. His balls were big enough to force his legs apart, now. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tight over a pair of bulging testicles nearly the size of watermelons.
He decided to rest his eyes for a minute...
***
BREE! BREE! BREE!
Mahmout jerked awake, disoriented and terrified. He'd been dreaming that a walrus was sitting on his chest, trying to crush him to death. In fact, it was several panicked seconds before he realized that wasn't the case.
The events of last night came rushing back to him and he realized he wasn't trapped beneath a walrus, but his massive five and a half foot cock.
BREE! BREE! BREE!
Mahmout heard Kevin shifting on the bed, followed by a string of heated cursing.
"The fucking fuck is that noise?" he growled.
"Sorry, dude, it's my alarm," explained Mahmout.
"Well, turn it off. My head feels like a fucking tornado went through it."
"Could you get it? I'm kinda stuck right now..."
"What? The hell does that mean?" Kevin sat up in bed and looked down at Mahmout.
"Ohhhh..." he said. "Right."
With some fumbling, Kevin was able to find the alarm clock and hit the snooze button.
"Why do you have your alarm set for seven-thirty on a Sunday?"
"I work out."
"Not that much if you can't even get out from under your own dick."
"Whatever, just help me up."
Kevin looped his arms under Mahmout's armpits and heaved him into a sitting position. Mahmout's colossal cock swung down and hit the carpet with a thud that shook the whole room.
"Shit, you got hard again?" asked Kevin.
"I don't think I ever got soft. I've been erect for like, four hours."
"Dude, that's way too long. You can get permanent damage from that."
"Oh yeah, that would be terrible. I'd hate to damage my dinosaur-sized cock!"
"Hey, things are bad enough without you having to worry about that stuff on top of it. You gotta blow your load, man."
"How, though?"
"Hmm..." Kevin tried to think through the haze of his hangover. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Mahmout shook his head.
"Fuck buddy?"
"Nope."
"Know any prostitutes?"
"Dude, I'm a virgin, okay?" said Mahmout. "I don't know any girls except-"
He stopped short.
"Except who?" asked Kevin.
"Never mind."
"No, who?"
"Forget I said anything, alright?" Mahmout snapped.
"Dude, whatever. I'm just trying to help. This cock of yours is at least a two-man job. You need someone to jerk this thing and I don't think you want it to be me."
Though, strangely enough, the thought of trying to wrestle Mahmout's python gave Kevin a little chubby. He wrote it off as a side effect of the hangover.
"You know who really needs to help me with this is Terry. He's the son of a bitch that got me in this situation," snarled Mahmout.
Kevin snapped his fingers.
"Shit! Terry! Duh! We'll call him right now and get the antidote! Bing bang boom, shrink this beast down and you can jerk yourself off..."
He dug through his pockets for his cell phone.
***
Terry was passed out asleep on Diane's bed when his phone went off.
MULATTO BUTTS! mulatto butts!
"Shit!" Terry woke up in a panic. He'd been dreaming that he was being crushed by a walrus. It turned out Diane had fallen asleep on top of him, one of her hands wrapped around the base of his morning wood.
Terry scootched himself out from underneath Diane's bulky bust and leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve his cell phone from the wudge of jeans on the floor.
"Hello?"
"Dude, it's Kevin."
"Sup, Kevin?" asked Terry, yawning and wiping the sand out of his eyes.
"How fast can you get back to campus?"
"What? Why? It's Sunday. Even Rozencrantz isn't making us practice today."
"There's kind of a situation here," said Kevin. "Whatever you did to Mahmout, you need to undo, and fast!"
"What I did to..." it took a second to register. "Fuck. He told you about it, huh?"
"Damn straight he did."
"Tell him to get his ass over here NOW!" Terry heard Mahmout yell from the background.
"You heard-" asked Kevin.
"I heard him..." Terry groaned. "I'll be right over."
He hung up and turned back to Diane, who still had his legs pinned beneath her mountainous curves.
"Hey! Dine, wake up!"
"I'm awake," she snorted, sitting up. Her L-cup tits bounced jovially as she stretched the kinks out of her back. Terry's cock leaped to full attention at the sight.
"Good morning to you, too," she smiled. "Ready for round two?"
"Round two?" asked Terry.
"Oh, sorry. You were asleep for that I guess," Diane shrugged. "I sucked you off last night. Couldn't resist. My bad."
Terry frowned. She still had a trickle of dried jizz running down the corner of her mouth.
"Is it just me, or did this thing look bigger last night?" she asked, running her hand up the length of Terry's shaft and sending whispers of pleasure through his body.
Terry jumped up off the bed before he could give in to the temptation.
"We can measure it later. Right now I gotta go deal with Mahmout."
"Oh yeah? Did it work? How big did he get?"
"Pretty fucking big by the sound of things. I'll see when I get down there."
"Can I come with?"
Terry thought about it.
"Sure. I'd need you to drive me anyway," he answered.
Diane pumped her fist in the air.
"Yusss!"
"Alright, you should be good to go," said Kevin.
"'Go' as in...?"
"You know, rub one out. Slay this beast."
"The hell is wrong with you?" Mahmout shook his head. "I can't jerk this off! I can't even get my hands around it. Frig, I can practically give this thing a bear hug!"
"Fuck, this thing could give you a bear hug, dude," said Kevin. "But you gotta put this thing back to sleep."
Mahmout ran his hand up the length of the tree-trunk like length of shaft in front of his face. The turgid flesh was warm. Practically hot. Mahmout traced his finger along a throbbing vein thicker than his thumb.
"There's no way, dude," said Mahmout. "I can't even reach the head."
"Fuck, I hadn't thought of that. I know I can't get myself off without tickling the back of my mushroom," said Kevin.
"Dude, T.M.I."
Kevin laughed.
"Man, don't talk to me about T.M.I. Too much information? Try too much everything, dude! Nothing I could say or do is more 'too much' than this fuckkin' thing."
"Shit..." said Mahmout. "We'll just have to wait it out."
An hour later and Mahmout was still as hard as ever. Kevin was passed out on Mahmout's bed after about fifty trips to the sink down the hall to refill Mahmout's Nalgene bottle. Mahmout sat in silence, drifting in and out of sleep as he waited for his hard on to subside. His balls were big enough to force his legs apart, now. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tight over a pair of bulging testicles nearly the size of watermelons.
He decided to rest his eyes for a minute...
***
BREE! BREE! BREE!
Mahmout jerked awake, disoriented and terrified. He'd been dreaming that a walrus was sitting on his chest, trying to crush him to death. In fact, it was several panicked seconds before he realized that wasn't the case.
The events of last night came rushing back to him and he realized he wasn't trapped beneath a walrus, but his massive five and a half foot cock.
BREE! BREE! BREE!
Mahmout heard Kevin shifting on the bed, followed by a string of heated cursing.
"The fucking fuck is that noise?" he growled.
"Sorry, dude, it's my alarm," explained Mahmout.
"Well, turn it off. My head feels like a fucking tornado went through it."
"Could you get it? I'm kinda stuck right now..."
"What? The hell does that mean?" Kevin sat up in bed and looked down at Mahmout.
"Ohhhh..." he said. "Right."
With some fumbling, Kevin was able to find the alarm clock and hit the snooze button.
"Why do you have your alarm set for seven-thirty on a Sunday?"
"I work out."
"Not that much if you can't even get out from under your own dick."
"Whatever, just help me up."
Kevin looped his arms under Mahmout's armpits and heaved him into a sitting position. Mahmout's colossal cock swung down and hit the carpet with a thud that shook the whole room.
"Shit, you got hard again?" asked Kevin.
"I don't think I ever got soft. I've been erect for like, four hours."
"Dude, that's way too long. You can get permanent damage from that."
"Oh yeah, that would be terrible. I'd hate to damage my dinosaur-sized cock!"
"Hey, things are bad enough without you having to worry about that stuff on top of it. You gotta blow your load, man."
"How, though?"
"Hmm..." Kevin tried to think through the haze of his hangover. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Mahmout shook his head.
"Fuck buddy?"
"Nope."
"Know any prostitutes?"
"Dude, I'm a virgin, okay?" said Mahmout. "I don't know any girls except-"
He stopped short.
"Except who?" asked Kevin.
"Never mind."
"No, who?"
"Forget I said anything, alright?" Mahmout snapped.
"Dude, whatever. I'm just trying to help. This cock of yours is at least a two-man job. You need someone to jerk this thing and I don't think you want it to be me."
Though, strangely enough, the thought of trying to wrestle Mahmout's python gave Kevin a little chubby. He wrote it off as a side effect of the hangover.
"You know who really needs to help me with this is Terry. He's the son of a bitch that got me in this situation," snarled Mahmout.
Kevin snapped his fingers.
"Shit! Terry! Duh! We'll call him right now and get the antidote! Bing bang boom, shrink this beast down and you can jerk yourself off..."
He dug through his pockets for his cell phone.
***
Terry was passed out asleep on Diane's bed when his phone went off.
MULATTO BUTTS! mulatto butts!
"Shit!" Terry woke up in a panic. He'd been dreaming that he was being crushed by a walrus. It turned out Diane had fallen asleep on top of him, one of her hands wrapped around the base of his morning wood.
Terry scootched himself out from underneath Diane's bulky bust and leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve his cell phone from the wudge of jeans on the floor.
"Hello?"
"Dude, it's Kevin."
"Sup, Kevin?" asked Terry, yawning and wiping the sand out of his eyes.
"How fast can you get back to campus?"
"What? Why? It's Sunday. Even Rozencrantz isn't making us practice today."
"There's kind of a situation here," said Kevin. "Whatever you did to Mahmout, you need to undo, and fast!"
"What I did to..." it took a second to register. "Fuck. He told you about it, huh?"
"Damn straight he did."
"Tell him to get his ass over here NOW!" Terry heard Mahmout yell from the background.
"You heard-" asked Kevin.
"I heard him..." Terry groaned. "I'll be right over."
He hung up and turned back to Diane, who still had his legs pinned beneath her mountainous curves.
"Hey! Dine, wake up!"
"I'm awake," she snorted, sitting up. Her L-cup tits bounced jovially as she stretched the kinks out of her back. Terry's cock leaped to full attention at the sight.
"Good morning to you, too," she smiled. "Ready for round two?"
"Round two?" asked Terry.
"Oh, sorry. You were asleep for that I guess," Diane shrugged. "I sucked you off last night. Couldn't resist. My bad."
Terry frowned. She still had a trickle of dried jizz running down the corner of her mouth.
"Is it just me, or did this thing look bigger last night?" she asked, running her hand up the length of Terry's shaft and sending whispers of pleasure through his body.
Terry jumped up off the bed before he could give in to the temptation.
"We can measure it later. Right now I gotta go deal with Mahmout."
"Oh yeah? Did it work? How big did he get?"
"Pretty fucking big by the sound of things. I'll see when I get down there."
"Can I come with?"
Terry thought about it.
"Sure. I'd need you to drive me anyway," he answered.
Diane pumped her fist in the air.
"Yusss!"
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silentreader
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Excellent update! This one should satiate the rabid readers for a long time. This is the extreme growth that everyone has been waiting for.
On another note. Diane's words raise a few questions. Is the growth serum actually permanent? Or could it be that after a certain size is reached Terry's dick just can't support itself and begins shrinking. If that's true then there may be some hope for Mahmout to not be just a life support system for the world's biggest set cock and balls.
...or Diane's perception of size sucks when she's drunk...
PS: Diane is spelt Dine in one instance.
On another note. Diane's words raise a few questions. Is the growth serum actually permanent? Or could it be that after a certain size is reached Terry's dick just can't support itself and begins shrinking. If that's true then there may be some hope for Mahmout to not be just a life support system for the world's biggest set cock and balls.
...or Diane's perception of size sucks when she's drunk...
PS: Diane is spelt Dine in one instance.
Damn. Good catch. Too late to do anything about it now
I'll try to be more careful about that.
Damn. Good catch. Too late to do anything about it now
I'll try to be more careful about that.
Semantics, not important.
Terry headed down to the car while Diane grabbed her purse and keys. She also took the time to scoop up a measuring tape (because she wasn't about to miss an opportunity to measure a cock that goes down in legend) and, as an afterthought, the bottle of growth cream (because she wasn't about to miss an opportunity to help a legendary cock become even more legendary). She stuffed the lotion bottle in her purse and trotted down the stairs.
Diane drove a bright pink 2011 model Jeep Wrangler. She always drove with the cab open, even in the depth of winter. She claimed it was because she "was such a free spirit" but really she'd lost the doors and top in a bet with an ex boyfriend.
Terry was already sitting in the passenger seat with his hands tucked into his armpits against the chilly September air. Diane hoisted herself up into the driver's seat.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Terry practically fell out of his seat.
"Fuck!" he yelped.
Diane hadn't yet adjusted her seat to account for her newly enlarged bust, and her L-cup tits were pressing on the horn.
"Sorry, sorry," she fumbled with her seat alignment, trying to find the right balance between not crushing her tits up into her chin and being able to reach the pedals.
"Aw man, being hugely endowed can be really inconvenient sometimes, huh?" Terry snickered.
"Hey, I never claimed it wasn't."
Diane looked down at the bulge snaking down Terry's pant leg.
"Okay, that's definitely smaller," she said.
"Well, what do you expect with this cold air?" he shivered. "At least I can tuck it down my pantleg without looking like I stuffed a baseball bat down there."
"You still look like you're smuggling summer sausage, though," laughed Diane. "Completely ridiculous."
She reached around her soccerball-sized tits to start the engine and they took off.
For once in Terry's college career, he managed to hitch a ride with a girl who wasn't a complete psycho behind the wheel. Diane turned out to be a reasonably safe driver, in complete defiance of her usual devil-may-care attitude.
When Terry commented on this, Diane shrugged and said:
"I love life too much to risk losing it doing something stupid. If I'm gonna die, it'll be of a massive brain overload brought on by the world's most intense orgasm."
"Good luck with that," said Terry.
Diane talked pretty much non-stop for the entire car-ride, although having the top open made hearing her almost impossible once they got up to speed. It didn't seem to bother her, though. Through the wind, Terry was able to make out non-sequiturs every so often...
"And there was too much jizz contaminating the crime scene for them to convict me..."
"...big enough to be a lethal weapon, so the TSA confiscated it and never gave it back..."
"...oatmeal? Are you crazy!?"
"...sometimes I leave the vibrating egg in there all day, especially in class..."
and the one Terry really hoped he misheard:
"do you think a clit work work the same way as a dick if it got big enough?"
When they finally pulled into the Tupelo parking lot, Terry was sure he had frostbite on his nose and ears. He shivered and led the way into the dorms.
He wasn't really sure which room was Mahmout's, but it didn't take him long to find it. Kevin was standing outside, leaning against the door. He didn't smile when he saw Terry.
"What's up, Kev?" asked Terry.
"Mahmout's huge wang, that's 'what's up.'"
Diane giggled, but dirty looks from both Terry and Kevin quieted her down.
"Aw, man. I'm totally sorry," said Terry. "It was just a prank that got out of hand."
"'Just a prank?'" Kevin was aghast. "Dude, Mahmout's junk is totally fucked up. Forget about playing lacrosse or going to class, he cane barely walk!"
"It's that big, huh?" asked Terry.
"'That big?' see for yourself!" Kevin turned and knocked on the door. "Dude, you decent?" he asked.
"What do you think?" Mahmout shouted through the door.
Kevin shrugged and led the group inside.
Terry and Diane both stopped dead in their tracks.
"Ho-lee-shit..." said Terry.
Diane, for once, was lost for words. She did, however, get so wet that it looked like she'd peed her pants a little.
The pair had been expecting something huge. Terry had more or less pictured something similar to what had happened to Chris.
But this!
Mahmout was seated cross-legged on the floor, his legs almost completely obscured by a massive nutsack that could have held Chris and his giant nutsack curled up inside. It looked like a small bean bag chair. Towering up from Mahmout's crotch was a dick tall enough to look Terry in the eye and, at its thickest point, as large around as Terry's waist.
"Yeah," huffed Mahmout. "I know."
"Why do you have a garbage bag over the end?" asked Terry.
"To catch the cum," answered Kevin and Diane in unison.
Terry and Mahmout both rolled their eyes.
"So I take it you mean that you've already taken it for a test drive?" asked Diane, stepping up to the towering pillar of milk-chocolate flesh.
"If you mean has he rubbed one out, then no," answered Kevin before Mahmout could open his mouth.
"Why the hell not?" asked Diane.
"Because I couldn't possibly jerk this thing off, and even if I could, I wouldn't because I'm not keeping it," said Mahmout. "Terry's gonna give me the antidote to whatever the fuck he did and then he's gonna fuck off and die for doing this shit to me in the first place."
"Ahhh..." said Terry, running his hand through his hair. "You see... There is no antidote."
"What!?" Kevin and Mahmout asked together.
"Yeah, if there were, I'd use it on myself, or to help my friend Chris out."
"Chris? That little Japanese dude?" asked Kevin.
"He's Korean. And actually, he totally needs to see this..." Terry pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of Mahmout sitting on the floor with a tree-trunk thick cock extending up and out of the picture. He took another for the other half and texted the two pictures to Chris.
"What the hell was that?" asked Mahmout, running short on temper.
"Could I get those, too?" asked Diane.
"Sorry, but I totally have to find out Chris's reaction when he finds out about this," explained Terry.
"What you 'totally have to do' is fix this, you asshole!" shouted Mahmout.
"I can't!" Terry answered back. "You're in the club, now."
"What club? The 'My Dick is so Big that I Can Never Live a Normal Life' club?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Rrrrrrrurgh!" Mahmout tried to get up, but could budge himself out from under the weight of his mountainous member.
"Dude, there's gotta be something you can do. Ruining Mahmout's life is totally uncool," said Kevin.
"Well, we can at least get you walking again," offered Diane.
Diane drove a bright pink 2011 model Jeep Wrangler. She always drove with the cab open, even in the depth of winter. She claimed it was because she "was such a free spirit" but really she'd lost the doors and top in a bet with an ex boyfriend.
Terry was already sitting in the passenger seat with his hands tucked into his armpits against the chilly September air. Diane hoisted herself up into the driver's seat.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Terry practically fell out of his seat.
"Fuck!" he yelped.
Diane hadn't yet adjusted her seat to account for her newly enlarged bust, and her L-cup tits were pressing on the horn.
"Sorry, sorry," she fumbled with her seat alignment, trying to find the right balance between not crushing her tits up into her chin and being able to reach the pedals.
"Aw man, being hugely endowed can be really inconvenient sometimes, huh?" Terry snickered.
"Hey, I never claimed it wasn't."
Diane looked down at the bulge snaking down Terry's pant leg.
"Okay, that's definitely smaller," she said.
"Well, what do you expect with this cold air?" he shivered. "At least I can tuck it down my pantleg without looking like I stuffed a baseball bat down there."
"You still look like you're smuggling summer sausage, though," laughed Diane. "Completely ridiculous."
She reached around her soccerball-sized tits to start the engine and they took off.
For once in Terry's college career, he managed to hitch a ride with a girl who wasn't a complete psycho behind the wheel. Diane turned out to be a reasonably safe driver, in complete defiance of her usual devil-may-care attitude.
When Terry commented on this, Diane shrugged and said:
"I love life too much to risk losing it doing something stupid. If I'm gonna die, it'll be of a massive brain overload brought on by the world's most intense orgasm."
"Good luck with that," said Terry.
Diane talked pretty much non-stop for the entire car-ride, although having the top open made hearing her almost impossible once they got up to speed. It didn't seem to bother her, though. Through the wind, Terry was able to make out non-sequiturs every so often...
"And there was too much jizz contaminating the crime scene for them to convict me..."
"...big enough to be a lethal weapon, so the TSA confiscated it and never gave it back..."
"...oatmeal? Are you crazy!?"
"...sometimes I leave the vibrating egg in there all day, especially in class..."
and the one Terry really hoped he misheard:
"do you think a clit work work the same way as a dick if it got big enough?"
When they finally pulled into the Tupelo parking lot, Terry was sure he had frostbite on his nose and ears. He shivered and led the way into the dorms.
He wasn't really sure which room was Mahmout's, but it didn't take him long to find it. Kevin was standing outside, leaning against the door. He didn't smile when he saw Terry.
"What's up, Kev?" asked Terry.
"Mahmout's huge wang, that's 'what's up.'"
Diane giggled, but dirty looks from both Terry and Kevin quieted her down.
"Aw, man. I'm totally sorry," said Terry. "It was just a prank that got out of hand."
"'Just a prank?'" Kevin was aghast. "Dude, Mahmout's junk is totally fucked up. Forget about playing lacrosse or going to class, he cane barely walk!"
"It's that big, huh?" asked Terry.
"'That big?' see for yourself!" Kevin turned and knocked on the door. "Dude, you decent?" he asked.
"What do you think?" Mahmout shouted through the door.
Kevin shrugged and led the group inside.
Terry and Diane both stopped dead in their tracks.
"Ho-lee-shit..." said Terry.
Diane, for once, was lost for words. She did, however, get so wet that it looked like she'd peed her pants a little.
The pair had been expecting something huge. Terry had more or less pictured something similar to what had happened to Chris.
But this!
Mahmout was seated cross-legged on the floor, his legs almost completely obscured by a massive nutsack that could have held Chris and his giant nutsack curled up inside. It looked like a small bean bag chair. Towering up from Mahmout's crotch was a dick tall enough to look Terry in the eye and, at its thickest point, as large around as Terry's waist.
"Yeah," huffed Mahmout. "I know."
"Why do you have a garbage bag over the end?" asked Terry.
"To catch the cum," answered Kevin and Diane in unison.
Terry and Mahmout both rolled their eyes.
"So I take it you mean that you've already taken it for a test drive?" asked Diane, stepping up to the towering pillar of milk-chocolate flesh.
"If you mean has he rubbed one out, then no," answered Kevin before Mahmout could open his mouth.
"Why the hell not?" asked Diane.
"Because I couldn't possibly jerk this thing off, and even if I could, I wouldn't because I'm not keeping it," said Mahmout. "Terry's gonna give me the antidote to whatever the fuck he did and then he's gonna fuck off and die for doing this shit to me in the first place."
"Ahhh..." said Terry, running his hand through his hair. "You see... There is no antidote."
"What!?" Kevin and Mahmout asked together.
"Yeah, if there were, I'd use it on myself, or to help my friend Chris out."
"Chris? That little Japanese dude?" asked Kevin.
"He's Korean. And actually, he totally needs to see this..." Terry pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of Mahmout sitting on the floor with a tree-trunk thick cock extending up and out of the picture. He took another for the other half and texted the two pictures to Chris.
"What the hell was that?" asked Mahmout, running short on temper.
"Could I get those, too?" asked Diane.
"Sorry, but I totally have to find out Chris's reaction when he finds out about this," explained Terry.
"What you 'totally have to do' is fix this, you asshole!" shouted Mahmout.
"I can't!" Terry answered back. "You're in the club, now."
"What club? The 'My Dick is so Big that I Can Never Live a Normal Life' club?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Rrrrrrrurgh!" Mahmout tried to get up, but could budge himself out from under the weight of his mountainous member.
"Dude, there's gotta be something you can do. Ruining Mahmout's life is totally uncool," said Kevin.
"Well, we can at least get you walking again," offered Diane.
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Maybe the author is writing himself out of a corner... :wink:
Would you believe I actually have a plan this time?
It'll all make sense relatively soon.
Would you believe I actually have a plan this time?
It'll all make sense relatively soon.
LOL I'm sure it will.
I just started reading from the beginning again and I can't believe it's been almost 2 years since you started this story.
Defnitely one of the best and longest-running stories on here.
EDIT: what happened to bruce and greg? It's been months since they joined college?
You think bruce wouldve visited and doesn't greg live in the same dorm room as chris and terry?
I don't know I'm still reading through it again so maybe that get's answered but if anyone knows....
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