"Walking again?" Mahmout almost laughed. "This thing weighs as much as I do. What're you gonna do? Cut it off?"
"No, I'm gonna jerk it off," Diane grinned, placing a reverent hand on Mahmout's pulsating tower of cockflesh. "Mahmout, you're about to go down in history as the recipient of the world's biggest titwank."
Kevin snorted derisively.
"You're gonna tit-fuck him?" he said. "Dude, you have a bodacious rack and everything-"
"Thank you," Diane flashed him a grin.
"-Probably the most bodacious rack I've ever seen," continued Kevin. "But even big tits like those won't even reach half way around. There's no way you'll be able to get him off."
"I'm with Kevin on this one," said Terry, "your tits are nowhere near big enough."
Diane shook her head and clucked her tongue.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Sure, my tits, luscious though they are, might not be a match for this beast right now, are you all seriously forgetting we've got... this?"
Diane dug into her purse and whipped out the bottle of growth cream.
Kevin, Mahmout and Terry all groaned in unison before exploding into a hail of objections.
"Seriously?"
"That stuff?"
"-more growth cream is the last thing we need!"
"Unbelievable..."
"And besides!" Mahmout raised his voice to be heard above the others. "Nobody even asked me if I wanted to be jerked off, did you?"
Everyone looked down at him, suddenly quiet.
"What're you talking about?" asked Diane. "How else are we supposed to get this thing down to a manageable size?"
Mahmout shifted himself into a more upright position, groaning with the effort of shifting his six-foot, one hundred and twenty pound member.
"You're all forgetting there's a person attached to this cock," he said. "It's not some giant movie monster, it's my penis. If it were normal sized and you tried to jerk me off without my permission, you'd be committing sexual assault. Which, by the way, you already committed last night when you got me into this mess!"
Terry shifted uneasily and turned away from Mahmout and Kevin's accusing eyes. Diane wasn't fazed by the allegation. After all, she'd tried to talk Terry out of it.
"Okay," Diane put her hands on her hips, sending a jiggle through her toothsome rump. "May I please titfuck you?"
"No," answered Mahmout.
Diane looked at him as though he were crazy.
"Why the hell not?" she asked.
"Same reason why I turned you down last night; I'm saving myself for the right girl," Mahmout frowned. "Virginity isn't something to be thrown away at the first opportunity. Intercourse should be the result of a serious commitment between-"
"Pfff!" Diane snickered. "You sound like a teenaged girl!"
Terry and Kevin were also having a hard time keeping a straight face.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand," Mahmout sulked.
"Alright, fine. What do you think we should do?" asked Kevin. "You can't stay like this. Fuck, for all we know, the longer you stay hard, the bigger this thing is gonna get!"
As if in confirmation, Mahmout's cock throbbed visibly, swelling up another hand length even as they turned to look at it.
"I'll admit I don't know all the rules for how this stuff works," said Terry, slowly. "But I'm pretty sure it won't just keep growing."
"Yeah, we don't even know if it's permanent!" Diane chimed in.
"Well, I'm pretty sure it's permanent," said Terry. "Over the summer, I went a couple weeks between doses and I didn't lose any size."
"Great..." huffed Mahmout.
"Yeah, but that was a different formula. This stuff," Diane patted the bottle of Jergens, "you said yourself wasn't fully tested."
Terry opened his mouth, but Diane continued.
"And besides, your cock does seem a little smaller since I jerked it off last night..."
Terry ran a hand over the bratwurst-sized bulge in his pants. It was hard to tell through his jeans if there were really any size difference, and he was so unused to this new, supercharged cock that he had no way of telling whether the way it was now wasn't simply part of its natural cycle.
"Maybe you're right," said Terry. "But there's now way we can know for sure unless Mahmout lets you jerk him off."
They all turned to Mahmout.
Mahmout looked up at the towering shaft of his cock. He could practically feel the cum churning in his colossal balls, aching to blow. His cock shuddered with desire, radiating heat. A vein thicker than his wrist pulsed quietly a few inches from his face.
"Alright, I'll let you do it," said Mahmout.
"Yusss!" Diane pumped her first in the air.
"If!" Mahmout interrupted.
Diane froze mid fist-pump.
"If," he continued, "you can prove Terry is getting smaller."
Terry took a step back. Diane's hungry expression was back. She pulled a tape measure out of her purse.
"Fine by me," she smiled.