THE LAST CHAPTER. (Before we get there, I want to say "Thank you!" to all who have commented. An author here gets no reward but the little ego boost that comes from knowing others have enjoyed it, so . . . thanks!)
Finally, finally, the Device was ready. In the back yard stood a waist-height bullet-proof plexiglass box, with two openings. The front wall swung all the way open, like a fridge, but with an industrial-strength set of seals and locks for when it would be closed. And on top, a gasket setup for me to fit myself into.
I followed Luann out to the back yard as she explained. Even with seven days of cum humming inside my balls, I wanted to stop lusting for her and listen to what she was telling me. I was able to tear my eyes off her shapely butt . . . once she turned and faced me.
The plan was this: I’d stand in the box, and they would give me that long-awaited (and well-earned) orgasm. When I started cumming, they’d seal the whole thing up, so that my cum would FILL the box. The whole point was that my cum would fill the box until the pressure of it eventually rocketed ME out of the box!
Luann said “You spurt cum out, and your cock grows. If your cum spurts YOU out, that should fix things!”
What the hell. None of this was actually POSSIBLE. Maybe Luann was right. We were already through the looking glass, so . . . what the hell.
It seemed some sort of ceremony should mark the occasion. We shared a group hug. Then we got naked. Then we hugged some more.
“Sharon, thank you for staying by me in all this . . . craziness.”
“You’re my big man, you’re MY man, and I’ll never stop staying by you.”
“Luann, I have no idea if this insane contraption will get me out of this insane . . . condition . . . but . . . you’re a mensch, you’re a . . . real friend.”
She just hugged me tighter, but I could tell by her blushing that she was thinking of the things my stupendous wang had done to her,
Sharon spread out a blanket on the lawn, near the Device, and we got busy. Sharon and I kissed, and Luann wrestled with my yard-plus of cock as if it were an anaconda. She could only do that before I got stiff, and she loved doing it. She’d make “Oh help me!” comments, like some B-movie heroine.
Sharon planted her pussy onto my waiting lips. She rode my tongue, and as always, her taste made me stiff, and stiffer.
“Resist us,” my wife Sharon said. “We want you to cum like the guns of Navarone. You always cum harder if you’ve held it in as best you can.” Well, with seven days of cum in me, I didn’t know how much resisting I could do, but I’d try. Luann was frigging me, and my wife started working towards her own orgasm. She rocked slowly into my mouth. Luann was grumbling – either it was that my super-schlong was too heavy, now, or that SHE wasn’t riding my face just now.
My wife makes the most lovely sounds when she cums. It’s a low, tough grunt from the lungs, it seems, no words at all while she’s building up to it. Then a sort of “oh gahd oh gahd oh GAAAAAAAHD!” comes out of her. Her limbs spasm, her eyes squeeze shut . . . it’s a lot of fun to see.
By the time she’d had her first orgasm, I was hard, good and hard – and gigantic. Run your eyes along my giant prick, and it would seem to have been zooming out of my groin . . . hanging there, pulsing, reaching for something warm and wet to be inside.
“TAG!”
Luann actually tagged my wife, so that SHE could put her sweet breasts to my face, and Sharon went and worked over my cock. Luann has serious nipples, and I was happy to put my arms around her and draw her close. I was even happier when my wife pulled out the skin lotion and greased up her front, so she could rub my colossal cock on herself. Remember, I was lying on the ground, and she was standing over me. The dick was up to HER ribcage, and was as big around as my head.
Luann let me nurse on her for a bit, but when I started panting, she hopped down to join my wife at my cannon-sized erection.
“Doin’ okay, sweetie?” Sharon asked me, when she saw how big and red the head had gotten. “Remember, don’t cum! Don’t let it out!” Easy for her to say. I felt the way a sausage does when it’s about to pop in the pan.
Without stopping the stimulation, not even for a moment, they guided me to the Device. I was in place, now, but not sealed in – yet. My cock was buffeted by those two gorgeous bodies. It stretched a yard and more in front of me. All that dick, it was HEAVY!
I was starting to make noises . . . the orgasm was building inside me. They were using their hands, their mouths, and anything else they could think of to make me shoot. And it was working . . . I was starting to slide toward orgasm.
“Don’t give in!” called Luann. “You can do it! Keep that semen down!” I was drooling a steady stream of pre-cum by now, and Luann backed out to get ready to slam the door shut. My wife stayed in there, putting her luscious body to one goal – making me cum like no man has ever come in the history of the world.
I started to shake. I clamped down on the insides, trying to keep that pressurized cum in for just a minute more. It felt like a ton. It felt like a keg of dynamite. It felt so good, I started to keen. And a moment before I lost the battle, my wife saw blobs of white in the precum that kept running out of my shuddering cockhead. She ran, and Luann slammed the door. They clicked home the great big locks on the seals my box.
I howled.
Cum fired out of my now-actually-bigger-than-a-baseball-bat-length cock. I was so stiff, and my cockhead was so far ahead of me, I felt like I had a telephone pole sticking out of my groin. Or should I say water main? Fluid was flowing, streaming, flooding out of me, after all. In no time, cum was pooling around my ankles. The ecstasy was incredible, and I might have fallen over, but the rubber-lined hole around my waist held me up. Sharon came back to press my head between her breasts. In a minute, I’d filled it past my knees, and the level of white stuff kept rising. My cockhead was submerged, but she could still see how hard I was firing, by the swirling my forceful jets of cum created. Soon the semen level was up around my balls – in moments, the box would be full. Luann watched as I filled the Device, and came to put her tongue in one of my ears, then the other.
Luann had explained to me that I had to cum for all I was worth – to pop myself out of that box like a cork out a champagne bottle, we had to generate more force than my weight (170 lbs.) That was NOT going to be easy, she said.
I wasn’t so sure – I was not nearly done cumming. But when the box filled up, it suddenly became a LOT harder to cum. I pushed, I swore, and I kept cumming. I felt the box creak. The pressure built and built inside that thing. But the seals held tight. I only shot more hot sperm.
And then I was OUT! I flew a number of feet through the air, pushed by my own cum! And it followed me. And MORE streamed out of my colossal, impossible cock. I lay where I landed, and the women rushed to my side to make sure I was unhurt. My wife looked into my eyes, concern written all over her face, while she idly jacked my leg-sized cock to help me finish cumming. I felt a rush of relief. We'd done it! And then I fainted.
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They told me later that I kept on shooting cum for a surprisingly long time, but they cleaned me up and got me to bed.
Luann had – of course – kept careful measurements of my cockgrowth all this time. And there was NO growth after that last cum! Sure, I was still stuck with a cock that could cripple an elephant, but at least it had stopped growing. We had a threesome just to make sure. Actually, we had several. Luann said it was in the name of science. Who was I to argue? And my cock was no longer growing - thank heaven!
It was two days after the Device did its job, when we started to notice something. My wife had always been taller than I was. Now, she wasn’t.
Luann said “Crap. When your cock shot sperm out, it grew. Now the sperm shot YOU out, and YOU are growing!”
And that’s where things stand now. I’m already 6 foot 5. Once again, I’m having to live with trying not to have orgasms, and I’m still dealing with a cock that I can throw over my shoulder and leave there.
If you’re reading this, and you have an idea to stop me from growing, please, let me know! Please.
THE END.
Finally, finally, the Device was ready. In the back yard stood a waist-height bullet-proof plexiglass box, with two openings. The front wall swung all the way open, like a fridge, but with an industrial-strength set of seals and locks for when it would be closed. And on top, a gasket setup for me to fit myself into.
I followed Luann out to the back yard as she explained. Even with seven days of cum humming inside my balls, I wanted to stop lusting for her and listen to what she was telling me. I was able to tear my eyes off her shapely butt . . . once she turned and faced me.
The plan was this: I’d stand in the box, and they would give me that long-awaited (and well-earned) orgasm. When I started cumming, they’d seal the whole thing up, so that my cum would FILL the box. The whole point was that my cum would fill the box until the pressure of it eventually rocketed ME out of the box!
Luann said “You spurt cum out, and your cock grows. If your cum spurts YOU out, that should fix things!”
What the hell. None of this was actually POSSIBLE. Maybe Luann was right. We were already through the looking glass, so . . . what the hell.
It seemed some sort of ceremony should mark the occasion. We shared a group hug. Then we got naked. Then we hugged some more.
“Sharon, thank you for staying by me in all this . . . craziness.”
“You’re my big man, you’re MY man, and I’ll never stop staying by you.”
“Luann, I have no idea if this insane contraption will get me out of this insane . . . condition . . . but . . . you’re a mensch, you’re a . . . real friend.”
She just hugged me tighter, but I could tell by her blushing that she was thinking of the things my stupendous wang had done to her,
Sharon spread out a blanket on the lawn, near the Device, and we got busy. Sharon and I kissed, and Luann wrestled with my yard-plus of cock as if it were an anaconda. She could only do that before I got stiff, and she loved doing it. She’d make “Oh help me!” comments, like some B-movie heroine.
Sharon planted her pussy onto my waiting lips. She rode my tongue, and as always, her taste made me stiff, and stiffer.
“Resist us,” my wife Sharon said. “We want you to cum like the guns of Navarone. You always cum harder if you’ve held it in as best you can.” Well, with seven days of cum in me, I didn’t know how much resisting I could do, but I’d try. Luann was frigging me, and my wife started working towards her own orgasm. She rocked slowly into my mouth. Luann was grumbling – either it was that my super-schlong was too heavy, now, or that SHE wasn’t riding my face just now.
My wife makes the most lovely sounds when she cums. It’s a low, tough grunt from the lungs, it seems, no words at all while she’s building up to it. Then a sort of “oh gahd oh gahd oh GAAAAAAAHD!” comes out of her. Her limbs spasm, her eyes squeeze shut . . . it’s a lot of fun to see.
By the time she’d had her first orgasm, I was hard, good and hard – and gigantic. Run your eyes along my giant prick, and it would seem to have been zooming out of my groin . . . hanging there, pulsing, reaching for something warm and wet to be inside.
“TAG!”
Luann actually tagged my wife, so that SHE could put her sweet breasts to my face, and Sharon went and worked over my cock. Luann has serious nipples, and I was happy to put my arms around her and draw her close. I was even happier when my wife pulled out the skin lotion and greased up her front, so she could rub my colossal cock on herself. Remember, I was lying on the ground, and she was standing over me. The dick was up to HER ribcage, and was as big around as my head.
Luann let me nurse on her for a bit, but when I started panting, she hopped down to join my wife at my cannon-sized erection.
“Doin’ okay, sweetie?” Sharon asked me, when she saw how big and red the head had gotten. “Remember, don’t cum! Don’t let it out!” Easy for her to say. I felt the way a sausage does when it’s about to pop in the pan.
Without stopping the stimulation, not even for a moment, they guided me to the Device. I was in place, now, but not sealed in – yet. My cock was buffeted by those two gorgeous bodies. It stretched a yard and more in front of me. All that dick, it was HEAVY!
I was starting to make noises . . . the orgasm was building inside me. They were using their hands, their mouths, and anything else they could think of to make me shoot. And it was working . . . I was starting to slide toward orgasm.
“Don’t give in!” called Luann. “You can do it! Keep that semen down!” I was drooling a steady stream of pre-cum by now, and Luann backed out to get ready to slam the door shut. My wife stayed in there, putting her luscious body to one goal – making me cum like no man has ever come in the history of the world.
I started to shake. I clamped down on the insides, trying to keep that pressurized cum in for just a minute more. It felt like a ton. It felt like a keg of dynamite. It felt so good, I started to keen. And a moment before I lost the battle, my wife saw blobs of white in the precum that kept running out of my shuddering cockhead. She ran, and Luann slammed the door. They clicked home the great big locks on the seals my box.
I howled.
Cum fired out of my now-actually-bigger-than-a-baseball-bat-length cock. I was so stiff, and my cockhead was so far ahead of me, I felt like I had a telephone pole sticking out of my groin. Or should I say water main? Fluid was flowing, streaming, flooding out of me, after all. In no time, cum was pooling around my ankles. The ecstasy was incredible, and I might have fallen over, but the rubber-lined hole around my waist held me up. Sharon came back to press my head between her breasts. In a minute, I’d filled it past my knees, and the level of white stuff kept rising. My cockhead was submerged, but she could still see how hard I was firing, by the swirling my forceful jets of cum created. Soon the semen level was up around my balls – in moments, the box would be full. Luann watched as I filled the Device, and came to put her tongue in one of my ears, then the other.
Luann had explained to me that I had to cum for all I was worth – to pop myself out of that box like a cork out a champagne bottle, we had to generate more force than my weight (170 lbs.) That was NOT going to be easy, she said.
I wasn’t so sure – I was not nearly done cumming. But when the box filled up, it suddenly became a LOT harder to cum. I pushed, I swore, and I kept cumming. I felt the box creak. The pressure built and built inside that thing. But the seals held tight. I only shot more hot sperm.
And then I was OUT! I flew a number of feet through the air, pushed by my own cum! And it followed me. And MORE streamed out of my colossal, impossible cock. I lay where I landed, and the women rushed to my side to make sure I was unhurt. My wife looked into my eyes, concern written all over her face, while she idly jacked my leg-sized cock to help me finish cumming. I felt a rush of relief. We'd done it! And then I fainted.
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They told me later that I kept on shooting cum for a surprisingly long time, but they cleaned me up and got me to bed.
Luann had – of course – kept careful measurements of my cockgrowth all this time. And there was NO growth after that last cum! Sure, I was still stuck with a cock that could cripple an elephant, but at least it had stopped growing. We had a threesome just to make sure. Actually, we had several. Luann said it was in the name of science. Who was I to argue? And my cock was no longer growing - thank heaven!
It was two days after the Device did its job, when we started to notice something. My wife had always been taller than I was. Now, she wasn’t.
Luann said “Crap. When your cock shot sperm out, it grew. Now the sperm shot YOU out, and YOU are growing!”
And that’s where things stand now. I’m already 6 foot 5. Once again, I’m having to live with trying not to have orgasms, and I’m still dealing with a cock that I can throw over my shoulder and leave there.
If you’re reading this, and you have an idea to stop me from growing, please, let me know! Please.
THE END.