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by TheSizeKing

Patrick was just your average 25 year old guy. He’s just got one secret: he has the world’s biggest dick, and it seems to be getting bigger.

Added: 22 Aug 2020 Updated: 17 Oct 2020 8,685 words 6,291 views 4.3 stars (9 votes)

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Hi. I’m Patrick. I’m writing this blog to set the record straight. I guess that over the years, my story has been twisted and misconstrued, so I wanted to document things from my side.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I was 21 when my real story began. I’ve been pretty much average my whole life up until that point. I grew up in a typical suburban neighborhood, went to public school, drank underage at high school parties, went to a big four-year college, and got a big-boy job with my degree. Typical.

I studied hard, and didn’t really go to parties much, so I didn’t gain any weight while in college. If anything, I probably lost weight from the stress of school and not really eating. Regardless of the reason for why I lost weight, I did, and I ended up weighing about 130 pounds when I graduated. I guess a strong metabolism really helped me out there.

You may not think that this story is interesting so far, probably because it isn’t. It’s boring, actually. But the one thing that I have always had that was… abnormal was my endowment. Downstairs.

I started puberty just like everyone else. I didn’t start early either; in fact, I was two years behind my friends. But, boy, did it kick into overdrive when it did start. Every young boy compares their penis to each other, and my friends and I were no different. It stopped rather abruptly, though, when I started getting much larger than my friends without slowing down.

That was the first time that I knew that what I had wasn’t normal. Most of my friends were average-sized, except for Sam, who didn’t seem to grow at all during his puberty cycle from his prepubescent size. Poor guy. A lot of them stopped growing around 4-6 inches, but when I measured one day and told them that I was at 8 inches, their jaws dropped. We all went to the cafeteria during lunch and I whipped it out, gave it a few strokes, and presented my big dong to my friends.

They were speechless, of course, and they all promptly left the bathroom and went back to our lunch table. I joined them a few minutes later while I… took care of business, and I was nervous about what they would say. Miraculously, they acted like nothing had happened and we never spoke of it again.

I decided that I shouldn’t be so forward about my size. That incident embarrassed me, and it wasn’t until college that I figured out how to use it. Yeah, I know, a late bloomer in that department too.

But this story isn’t just about my above-average package. It’s about how it continued to grow into what it is today. Many would say that it’s impossible, but we’ve long since moved past that. I don’t know what kind of rumors have been spread about me over time, but the following accounts are 100% true.

Besides, what would I stand to gain from this? I’m already getting a lot of attention, and certainly got more size downstairs, so this is just to clean the slate, as it were. Without further ado, let’s begin.
AGE 21

So we’re going to jump ahead to my junior year of college, because I was stuck at 8 inches all through high school and most of college. The only major difference is that I was came out as gay my freshman year, but it’s not really that interesting of a story, and really isn’t why you’re here.

I had one-night stands with a few guys here and there, and one girl just to try it, but I hadn’t been in any sort of committed relationship until my junior year. I met Drew in one of my business classes, and we were forced into being partners for a project. I knew he was cute the minute I laid eyes on him, and I guess my reputation around campus preceded me, so he knew who I was.

Naturally, we had to go to lunch a few times to work on our project, but those sessions soon turned into a regular thing minus the homework. We became good friends at first, but when Drew kissed me at a party one weekend, I knew that “just friends” was a thing of the past. We went back to my one-person on-campus apartment, and it felt like I truly lost my virginity that night.

But really, it was the reveal to Drew that was the most interesting. I have long since gotten used to having 8 inches of meat between my legs, but much more than that flopped out of my pants when I dropped them. Maybe it was my drunken stupor that prevented me from noticing my inexplicable growth that night, but regardless, it was noticeably bigger to me.

Drew, who was sitting on my bed, let out an audible gasp as more and more of my dick was exposed. My massive member was deceiving: such a large tube of flesh hanging down from a bag of bones made it look even bigger than it actually was. But it really didn’t matter. Most large, buff guys don’t have a dick to match their size either.

Drew’s mouth fell open. “Woah…. you’re massive.” I took a step forward and stood in front of him. He took my rock-hard dick in his hand and began to stroke it. His hand couldn’t reach all the way around it, and my swollen cock head began to leak pre. I hadn’t had much time to really take inventory of my new package, but I could then see that my balls had also joined in on the growth party. My egg sized balls had expanded to double that, and they hung low on my frame and were taught in my ball sack. I liked to keep my crotch completely hair-free, which makes it look like my junk stuck out even more.

“How big are you? I’ve never seen someone so big in my life,” Drew asked, and then he licked his lips.

“Last I checked… 9 and three quarter inches,” I guessed. I really had no way of knowing, but I figured that was a fair estimation.

“No way. No way. My last boyfriend was 9 and a half inches and you’re definitely bigger than that. And waaaaay thicker.” He then shoved my cock head into his mouth and began to lick the underside of my head while continuing to stroke my shaft. I leaned my head back and I felt my knees get weak, and I think Drew must have also, because he swung me around and sat me down on the bed, never once taking his mouth off of my shaft. I would have taken the time to be impressed had he not continued to go farther down on my rod.

My hands clenched my comforter and more and more of my cock disappeared into his mouth. He had to open his mouth wider a few times, just so he can fit more of my cock down his throat, but eventually I could feel his thick lips pressed up against my balls and my pelvis. Back and forth he went, from tip to base, and I was in heaven. Why would I go back to masturbating when I had someone who could do this? None of the people I had one-night stands with could even get halfway down on my previously smaller size, much less keep going without stopping.

“I’m…. gonna break…” I breathed to Drew. I was just trying to be courteous and prepare him for my load, but he immediately backed off of my cock and let it slap against my flat stomach, still throbbing.

“Why did you do that? I was ready!” I said, trying to keep my composure.

“You might be ready, but I’m not done with you. I want it up my ass. Now.”

Drew stood up and began to strip off his clothes with lightning speed. His shirt was off of his torso and in the corner of my room in a matter of seconds, and his pants and underwear came off in one motion. Even for a normal guy, he was still pretty big down there. He looked to be about 7 and a half inches, and pretty thick. I grinned slightly.

“What?” Drew asked, climbing up onto the bed.

“Nothing. It’s just that in a world full of average guys, I’m lucky to have found someone who is above average like me.”

“Okay, bucko, there’s above average, and then there’s you.” He flopped on his back and raised his legs, exposing his tight asshole to me. I stuck my tongue out at him and said, “Loser.” I climbed up on my bed and positioned myself in front of his hole. I grabbed the bottle of lube from my bedside table and smeared it on my dick and then pressed my slicked up cock head against his hole.

“Are you ready?” I asked. I was partially trying to be sexy, partially concerned for hurting him.

“Buddy, I get around more than you think. Go.”

I thrust my hips forward and was surprised that it popped right in despite being so tight. I slowly pushed more and more of my throbbing phallus into Drew, and he didn’t even wince once. He puckered his lips, inviting me in for a kiss, and I lowered myself onto him without pulling out.

We made out while I slammed my large dick into him over and over, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced up to that point. His dick was trapped between our grinding bodies, and he came all over my torso. It wasn’t much in terms of volume, but it was enough to send me over the edge. I came deep into his ass, and I could feel him kiss me even more deeply as I unloaded.

I could feel myself closing in on being empty, and I slowly pulled out. With a wet pop, my cock head slipped out, and cum began leaking out of his stretched out hole. I grabbed the towel hanging on one of my bedposts and let him clean himself up. I tried to think about why my dick went from big to huge for no reason, but I was too caught up in my feelings about Drew.

I was laying on my bed, my 11-incher slowly softening up, and I smiled bigger than I had in quite a long time. I knew this boy was going to be the one for me.

AGE 22

Life went on, and Drew was there through all of it. We were closing in on finishing our senior year and getting ready to graduate, and we had just solidified a shared lease on an apartment. It was about a week before graduation, and finals were done, so Drew decided to plan a beach trip for just the two of us.

I woke up on the morning of the beach trip to pack us some food and some alcohol in discreet bottles. I was standing in front of my fridge in my tank top and swim trunks when Drew snuck up behind me and hugged me from behind.

“Your ass looks cute in those shorts.”

“Thanks, horn dog.” I thrust my hips back which shoved my ass into his crotch, making him get off balance.

“Wanna know what would make it look even better?”

I turned to face him with a container of grapes still in my hand. “Let me guess. Nothing?”

“Nope!” With a wide grin he pulls out a small black piece of fabric out of his sweatshirt pocket.

I groaned. “Noooo, you didn’t!” I put the grapes down on the counter and crossed my arms defensively.

“I did! I thought you would look reeeeeeally good in it.” He tossed it my way and it landed on my face. I grabbed it before it fell onto the floor and held it up in front of my face. Peeking around the skimpy bathing suit, I said, “This looks like it would be too small for even you!”

Well, then, let me show you.” He walked back over, snatched it from my hands, and walked toward our bedroom and shut the door. “It’s not like I don’t know what your dick looks like, ya know! You could have changed right here!” I yelled after him, chuckling.

I continued to pack lunch and after a few minutes, he returned in just the speedo. Even soft, his package could easily be seen. I guess part of that was due to his bubble butt stretching out the fabric in the back so that it was pulled tightly in the front, but the fact still remained that my astronomically larger size was going to stick out like a sore thumb.

“See? Even you, who is above average down there, look ridiculous with your package sticking out like that. What do you think will happen with me? And what if I get hard?”

“I think you’ll look absolutely sexy. And besides, if someone doesn’t like it, they don’t have to look. It’s going to keep aaalll of that in place, anyway.”

I stared at Drew for a moment. He stared back. I realized that my arguments were falling on deaf ears, and that he would have stood there all day until I succumbed to his request. Realizing that I didn’t want to waste our day away, I grumbled and said, “Yes.”

Drew let out a little squeal and removed his speedo, much in the same fashion that he had the first time we had sex. He stepped out of it with one foot and kicked the speedo up at me with the other, and I caught it mid-air. I walked back to my bedroom and closed the door, ignoring Drew playfully mocking me by saying “You could have just changed right here!” I stripped off my bathing suit and stepped into the little black speedo with some skepticism. My soft shaft alone was going to be a struggle, but that plus my Mega Balls (that’s the nickname Drew so cleverly came up with) is going to be next to impossible.

I reached under my balls and guided them into the large pouch. I was shocked that they were just barely contained in the pouch, but I wasn’t surprised that each one could be plainly seen against the tight fabric. It was a tight fit, but Drew was right—it was going to hold everything in place.

Since getting my shaft into the pouch was out of the question, I had to settle for laying it across my hip, just like I do with my underwear. It looked absolutely ridiculous. The word “SPEEDO” was so deformed and stretched out on the side that my dick was resting on that you couldn’t even tell what brand it was. I switched it to the other side, but it didn’t really help with keeping it discreet.

Deciding that this was about as good as it was going to get, I opened my bedroom door and lumbered out to Drew, who was sitting on the couch, staring directly at me. “You couldn’t have gotten a bigger size?” I asked, gesturing down to my swollen, obscene package.

“I did. That’s an XL. The biggest they have.”

I sighed. “Oh well. It’s going to have to do. But I’m not going to be like this until we get there. I don’t want to get pulled over or something and then have Mr. Big on display for the cop.”

Jokingly, Drew said, “Well, you certainly could get your way out of a ticket with that,” to which I rolled my eyes. Drew always thought his dick jokes were the funniest thing in the world. I walked back to my bedroom to slide my other swim trunks over my speedo until we arrived at the beach. Drew and I finished up with packing our lunch, and we drove to the beach for what I thought was a normal day in the sun.


For the most part, it was a normal day. If you exclude the mother shielding her children’s eyes when she saw me walk down to the water in my speedo, or the old woman who offered to pay me $100 to suck me off, it was a relaxing, fun day with my man.

I had gone down to the water to cool off and I was on my way back up when it seemed like my speedo was even more tight than it was previously. Maybe the waves moved something around? Maybe I have a wedgie and it was pulling the front tighter? I glanced down and went into full panic mode.

I could actively see my soft cock growing in my speedo, and the already tight-fitting garment was starting to look see-through as it expanded outwards. My balls, which were already packed to the brim in the pouch, were now spilling out the sides of my skimpy bathing. Since they were getting heavier and more full, they were also pulling the speedo down, which made everything even more tight.

I started sprinting up the beach back toward Drew. He saw me coming, and immediately stood up with a look of concern on his face. As I got closer, his eyes flew down to my expanding crotch and he ran up to me with a towel to cover me up.

We collided just in time, too, because an audible tear could be heard as my speedo finally decided that the pressure was too much. I felt the fabric constricting my balls rip all the way up the front, and my speedo fell to the ground. Luckily, the towel Drew was carrying covered up the front, but it left my ass exposed to the rest of the beach, which I’m sure everyone was thrilled to see.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I whispered as Drew tried wrapping the towel around my waist. Once we were sure I was adequately covered, he asked, “What the fuck was that?!”

“I grew!! Down there.” I pulled the front of the towel away so that both Drew and I could inspect the damage. He gasped. “This is soft? It’s almost as big as you were hard before.” He was right. It looked like it was as big as my dick was before I started growing. 8 inches of soft dick is a lot of dick.

He started to kneel so that he could inspect it like a doctor, but I quickly wrapped up with the towel. “No, not here. Let’s go to the car and talk.” He gave me a quizzical look, but accepted my request and started to pack up our stuff. We turned toward the car with the torn speedo still laying on the sand.

We got in the car, and as soon as the doors closed, Drew said, “What the fuck was that?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Well, I don’t know. That’s the truth. But I do need to tell you something.” So I proceeded to tell him that when I first had sex with him, I grew from 8 to 11 inches right before I revealed myself. I thought it would be a one-time thing, but this second episode confirmed that I wasn’t done.

Drew sat there in silence for a while, and eventually I asked, “Are you okay? Are you mad at me?”

He looked at me and said, “Mad at you? Hell no. I’m just trying to figure out 1) how this could have happened, and 2) how the hell I’m going to swallow that thing whole.”

I gawked. “You mean… this doesn’t freak you out any?”

“Of course it does! That’s part of the reason why it turns me on so much. But I’m going to make you go to the doctor to try to figure this out.”

I started to protest, and to try to tell him that I had been down that road before, but before I could get a full sentence out, he had thrown back the towel to reveal my heavy equipment resting on the leather seats and started to shove my fat cock into his mouth, shutting me up right then and there.

I had never had sex in a car before, and it was exhilarating. We were pretty sure that the family walking in front of our car saw what we were doing, and how big I was, because they sped up when they looked in my direction.

Just for fun, we measured me, and I topped out at 14 inches long and was as thick as a wrist. We talked about how I was likely the most well-hung guy in the country, and probably the world, but I had no idea what was coming my way.

Drew decided it was time to go see a doctor about what was happening. Since I had been to the doctor a few times when I was younger for this same problem, and they all told me that I was “normal, just big”, I had pretty much given up on getting an answer as to why this was happening. I tried to tell him that it was futile, and that every time I had gone to the doctor before, they said I was normal, but of course he was persistent.

Rarely did Drew ever get dead serious, but when we addressed it again after that day at the beach, he was. So I had no choice but to make an appointment. The next available appointment was three weeks away when I called, but I made the appointment with the hope that Drew would forget about it and I wouldn’t have to go.

Alas, he remembered, and offered to drive me on the day of my appointment. I asked if he was skipping class for this, and he said yes, and that my health shouldn’t take a back seat. I told him that I felt totally normal. He responded by grabbing my large, soft cock in my pants and saying that that was not normal.

So we sat in silence in the waiting room as sick people streamed in and out. Eventually, a nurse called my name and we walked back and got all of my vitals. I was shocked to see that my weight was now up to 135 pounds. That may not seem like a lot to you, but it was significant to me. I figured out later that every last ounce I had gained had all gone to my junk.

After getting placed into an exam room, the nurse asked me why I was there. I blushed, and muttered, “I have a problem with my… junk.” She asked me to speak up, and I had to say it louder. I looked away from her to hide my embarrassment.

She asked me to elaborate so she can prep the doctor before he comes in. I said nothing. Good ole Drew piped up and told her that my junk was growing like it was in puberty a second time, and this time she felt silent. After a tense moment, she said, “The doctor will be right in” and she scurried out of the room.

I glared at Drew, but he just said, “They need to know the truth anyway. If you won’t tell them, I will.” I knew that this was coming from a place of care, but it still embarrassed me.

A few moments later, the doctor came in, and for some reason I felt a sense of comfort that it was a male. I’m not really sure why, considering that I was gay. He was a guy who was inevitably going to touch my cock and balls, and he was kind of cute for an older guy. If it were a woman, I wouldn’t have even thought about those things, but still, I felt that he and I would have some sort of mutual understanding about this problem.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Reynolds, and you must be Patrick.”

I shook his outreached hand and said, “Yes, hi.”

“And you are?…” He looked at Drew and reached out his hand again.

“Drew. I’m his boyfriend.” He gave the doctor a smile and a handshake before gesturing over in my direction. “I’m just here to support this fool. And fill in any blanks that he intentionally leaves out.”

The doctor grinned and turned to face me. “What can I do for you, Patrick?”

I took a shaky breath and said, “I seem to have a problem with my…. junk. I’ve been big down there for as long as I can remember, and I’ve been to the doctor multiple times about it, but they all say that it’s normal, just… big.”

“Do you mind telling me what your normal size was before you started having this problem? Just so I know how to begin to possibly treat this.” He took a seat in the chair across the room.

“Well, after puberty stopped, I was 8 inches while erect. It stayed that way up until a few months ago. Right after I met him, I gained another 3 inches, and then a few weeks after that I gained another 3.”

Dr. Reynolds was silent for a minute, then said, “Wow. That’s… unheard of. Are there any functional issues? Any trouble ejaculating, or do you feel any abnormal masses?”

I shook my head in the negative. “No, sir. Everything works just fine. It just… got bigger. In every way. Even my balls got bigger! Like, way bigger. They don’t hurt or anything, but I’ve noticed they’re producing much more… sperm than usual.”

“I understand.”

“No, doc, I don’t think you do.” It was Drew that spoke up this time.

Dr. Reynolds gave Drew a quizzical look for a brief moment but turned his attention back to me. “Are you okay with me doing an exam? I have to make sure everything is okay down there.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I figured you would. That’s fine. But… would you mind pulling the privacy curtain? I know he’s my boyfriend, but I don’t know… I just feel like I need it. Are you okay with that, Drew?”

“Yeah, that’s fine! Do what you need to do.”

Dr. Reynolds then stood up, pulled the curtain, and grabbed some gloves. “Alright, I need you to stand up and take off your pants and underwear and sit back on the table.” I stood up and stripped down. I glanced up at Dr. Reynolds when my cock flopped out, and I could see that he was trying to maintain his composure and shock.

Even while soft, it was easily bigger than most normal people while hard. At that point, I believe that it was 7.5 inches long while soft and about as thick as a toilet paper tube. My balls were about the size of oranges. It really did look ridiculous attached to my skinny, muscle-less and fat-less frame.

I hopped onto the exam table again, this time with my balls resting on the cushioned table and my dick head resting heavily off to the side on the table. Even soft, it was intimidating. Dr. Reynolds took a deep breath and scooted forward in his little rolly chair to get a closer look.

He first grazed his gloved hand along the length of my shaft, and it took everything in me to prevent it from getting hard. He then grabbed it in the middle and gently squeezed it. Even while soft, it was difficult for his hand to wrap around it. He lifted it up out of the way so he could inspect my enlarged testicles. He slid his hand underneath, and he could only fit one testicle in the palm of his hand. Dr. Reynolds gently squeezed it, and I took a deep breath.

No matter how much I tried to avoid it, my dick responded to his hands feeling all over my already-sensitive package. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, but the doctor did not say anything. Instead, he began to stroke my growing phallus, and I bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning in pleasure. After all, my own boyfriend was sitting right outside the curtain.

Slowly but surely, I was getting hard, and eventually I topped out at 14 inches on the dot. Dr. Reynold’s eyes bugged out of his head. Obviously he has never seen such a huge dick on a guy, and certainly not up close like this. He glanced down at my leaking cock head, and I nodded my head, inviting him to suck on it.

I didn’t want major blue balls, and I’m an impulsive guy.

He took my cock head and a few inches in one gulp, and I had to bite my tongue (quite literally) in order to prevent myself from making a sound. After about a minute or two of expert blow job skills from Dr. Reynolds, I felt a strange but familiar throbbing at the base of my dick. I attributed this to his enthusiastic tugging while he jacked off what parts of my cock he couldn’t swallow.

But, dear reader, the impossible happened yet again.

I grew right into the doctor’s mouth. The look of shock on his face was evident. He was already a few inches down on me, but the extension of my cock forced its way down his tight throat even more. Even still, the added length to my already inhumanly large cock was even more noticeable. It also didn’t help that it was getting thicker as it grew, taking me from soda can sized to forearm sized.

My balls continued to expand until they were the size of grapefruits. They slowly pushed their way to the edge of the table as they grew, and I had to spread my legs slightly to accommodate their growing size. The growth felt absolutely incredible, and I couldn’t help but to empty my load down the eager doctor’s throat.

Do you know how hard it is to cum without making any sound? I had hoped that it wasn’t an experience that I would ever have to have, but it was either do that or be caught by my boyfriend having sex with another man just feet away from him. So I came and I came and I came for what seemed like hours, but it probably only lasted for a minute. I was shocked that Dr. Reynolds was able to swallow the amount of cum I was pumping down his throat, but then again, it was kind of forced down anyway.

Dr. Reynolds waited until he was sure that I was empty before pulling my swollen cock out of his throat. I was floored at what I was seeing. I was in such a state of bliss and concentration that I wasn’t focused on how much of my dick he had swallowed. My guess was that he was about a quarter of the way down, which is impressive enough considering the thickness. Once he had only my cock head in his mouth, I was able to see that he had just short of half of my newly enlarged cock was down his throat.

Wiping away the little dribble of cum at the corner of his mouth, Dr. Reynolds said, “Everything looks normal. Let me take some measurements so I can track this.” Damn, he was good at pretending like nothing just happened.

“Everything okay back there?” I heard Drew ask.

“Just fine. Just embarrassed,” I said. I figured that was a safe thing to say, since it was mostly true.

Dr. Reynolds got a tape measure out from one of the drawers in the desk in the exam room and began to take measurements. He started with the length of my shaft, and mouthed the measurements to me. I was starting to figure out what was happening: he wanted me to know how much I grew but didn’t want Drew to think that I grew right there in the room. He wanted me to save it for later.

The measurements were as follows:

16.00 inches (length, erect)
11 inches (circumference, erect)
4 inches (width, erect)

My jaw dropped. I was convinced that not even horses had dicks that big. My attention was now taken away from my still-hard phallus and was now focusing on Dr. Reynolds taking his gloves off and making it known that he was going to open the curtain soon.

Miraculously, my dick started to get soft very quickly. In about 30 seconds, my large member shrank down to a 10 inch monster log of meat. I stood up and tried to find a way to pack my dick into my pants without it being too obvious, but no matter which way I tried to maneuver it, it always made a large bulge in the front. I settled for shoving it in between my legs and settling my head near my ass.

I gave Dr. Reynolds a thumbs up, indicating that I was ready. He threw open the curtain and sat back down in his chair. He said that he wanted to get some blood work to check my testosterone level, as that may be contributing. I knew that he didn’t really care about it, and neither did I. There was no real medical explanation for why this was happening—just that it was.

I shook the doctor’s hand once more while avoiding eye contact, and walked out with Drew to check out at the front desk. We didn’t speak to each other until we got to the car where he asked me what happened behind the curtain. I didn’t like lying to him, but I knew our relationship would be in jeopardy if I told him that I got a blowjob from the doctor with him sitting right there, unaware. So I told him that he did a thorough evaluation, and that I accidentally got hard because he was touching me too much, but he took measurements quickly and we were done. I was afraid of his reaction, but he said, “I can imagine it would be impossible to not get hard when someone is fondling your dick like that. I can tell you’re worried about that, so I wanted to tell you that I’m not mad. Just as long as you guys didn’t have sex or anything!” He laughed, and I laughed with him. Deep down, though, the gut-wrenching feeling I was getting I was afraid was never going to go away.

We drove home chatting away, and he even asked to have sex that night, but I told him I wasn’t in the mood. I wanted to wait a few days before revealing to him that I had grown again.

So that night I went to bed with my sweats on and my back turned to him, and I cried myself to sleep while I thought about my monster meat between my legs.

I eventually broke the news to Drew that I grew again, and he jumped all on me that night like it was the last time he was ever having sex. I told him that it happened while I was showering earlier that day, and I waited to blow my load until he got there. In reality, I had been waiting to blow my load since my doctor’s appointment just over a week ago. It’s hard to keep yourself pent up like that if you’re a normal person, but because of my… situation, I produce cum much more rapidly, and I felt like I was going to explode the last few days before I told Drew. He was away for a conference, so I had to wait until he came back.

I’ve never seen someone look so eager to take a dick up their ass in all of my life. I saw a fire light up in his eyes when I exposed myself to him that night. He wasn’t able to take it all the first time, probably because of how thick it was, but we told each other that we would keep practicing.

My 23rd birthday was approaching, and even though he tried his best to keep secrets about what he was planning, he really wasn’t subtle about the stuff he was bringing into our shared apartment. He also used our college friends’ names when talking to them on the phone. He’s usually very open and honest with me, so him being so secretive around my birthday wasn’t hard to figure out.

While my birthday party was a lot of fun and I enjoyed catching up with my friends, he had another thing planned for me that was totally unexpected: a fancy dinner for just the two of us. We went out the night after my birthday, and I found out that he had made the reservation 4 months ago, “just in case”, he said.

We had an amazing dinner, one that I hadn’t had in a long time. We really took the time to talk to each other and listen, which had become increasingly difficult recently considering how busy each of us were with our jobs. It didn’t matter to us how long we were there; all that mattered was that we were there with each other.

Before our dessert was brought out, I excused myself from the table to empty my bladder. I sort of stumbled to the bathroom since I had about 6 glasses of wine during our meal, and I hadn’t drank that much in over a year. Once I was in the bathroom, I instinctively made my way to an open urinal, but had to stop myself. That ship sailed a long time ago. I have had too many awkward interactions standing beside other less fortunate, more eager men at the urinal than I care to count. The number of times I’ve heard “Can I touch it?” or “I’m not gay, but…” is almost too much to count.

I chose a stall and lifted the seat. Even getting my member out of my pants is a task now, considering that 10 inches of soft meat in your pants is a lot more than you’d imagine. I have to drop my pants fully in order to get a good handle on my straining package in my underwear. I shoved my hand under the strap of my underwear and peeled that away from my bulge, allowing my 10-incher to swing forward from out between my legs. The pressure of keeping my balls and phallus packed so tightly made it swing forward heavily, and I had to catch my balls before they crashed against my legs, which usually wasn’t a great feeling.

I grabbed my meat with both hands and aimed it at the toilet bowl. I realized that I had to take a step back so that the backsplash from the force of my piss hitting the bowl wouldn’t hit me, especially in my nice clothes. I was midway through my piss, absentmindedly squishing my thick softie when I felt it start to expand in my grip. It didn’t feel like I was getting hard—I know what that feels like. It felt like my already-existing phallus tissue was multiplying at a rapid rate, forcing my dick to get thicker and longer to accommodate it.

I started to get hard while I watched this, and even though I didn’t know how big I was soft, I had to guess that it was about 12 inches long and thicker than a two liter bottle of Coke. As I got harder, it got thicker and longer than I thought humanly possible. It continued to grow as I leaned down and fumbled for my flexible tape measure that I now carry around with me everywhere I go. Just in case shit like this happens.

As I was standing back up, I saw my balls expand even more, looking more like coconuts stuffed into a vacuum-sealed bag rather than the grapefruit size that they were before. I thought, How the fuck am I going to get this back into my pants? But that was the least of my concerns at that point.

It finally felt like my growth had subsided. I was finally able to see just how big I had grown in a matter of minutes. 16 inches now looked like child’s play. I slowly unraveled the tape measure down the length of my swollen dick and was shocked at how thin it looked sitting on top of my extremely wide cock. I reached the 16 inch mark and almost felt nostalgic, even though it was less than five minutes ago that I was there.

I extended the tape until the tip stopped at 20 inches exactly. It was crazy that I had to fully extend my arm in order to reach the tip. I also put my forearm next to my dick and was shocked to see that my dick was now twice as wide as my very skinny forearm.

I figured that the only way that this mega-boner was going to go down is if I took care of it in this stall. Somehow, even with the immense amount of weight that was attached to my crotch, my dick was still able to stick straight out. I grabbed both sides of my shaft and laughed a little when both hands barely fit around its girth. I slid my hands up and down a few times, and a large glob of pre shot out of my cock head and into the toilet with a loud splat.

I decided that I couldn’t beat off without being lubed up, so I reached under my cock, lifted it up, and got my cock head close enough to scoop up some pre in my hands and started to smear it all over my cock. Before I let it drop back down, I wanted to see just how high up my dick was while standing there. I had long since been able to self-suck; I could do that at 12 inches. But now it was fun to see how much higher it could go.

I used both hands to hoist up my cock, almost hugging it against my body since it was so heavy, and my frail, weak hands couldn’t hold it up by themselves. The tip of my cock reached above my head and was in my hair, and once I let my cock back down, I could see strands of pre stretching between my cock head and my hair. I’d have to fix that before going back out into the restaurant.

I put my back against the stall door and began to stroke as much of my phallus that I could reach. It was pure bliss. They say that the more dick you have, the more sensitive you are, and I feel like I am living proof of that. It didn’t take me long for my masturbation to cause me to cum, and it’s a damn good thing that I was propped up against the door, because the combination of the force of my ejaculation and the extreme serotonin release causing my legs to give out would have surely sent me crashing into the door anyway.

Stream after stream of thick, hot cum flew out of my engorged cock head and landed on the tile wall of the bathroom stall. Due to my immense cloud of pleasure that I was floating in, I couldn’t quite count how many times I came, but I could guess that it was over 30 times. It also didn’t help that I was shouting during my orgasm. It’s a wonder someone didn’t come running in there to see what was wrong. Thank god they didn’t.

Once I started coming down from the high of my intense orgasm, my cock was still spitting out globs of cum that were about the same size of a normal guy’s load altogether. I looked at the damage I had made, and was floored at the sheer volume pooling onto the floor and clogging the toilet. I tried to flush a few times, and it eventually got my thick spunk down the drain, but I wasn’t about to try to clean up the wall and floor. Not in my good clothes.

By the time I finished assessing my damage, my cock had begun to recede. Once I was sure it was fully soft, I decided to measure it. My estimate was accurate: 12 inches while soft. What I didn’t know was how thick it was, so I checked that too. I was awe-struck to see that it was 8 inches around, which was thicker than my 8 inch hard dick was initially.

I took some toilet paper and wiped off the tip of my dick that still had cum dripping from it. I made sure to finish pissing, because I know that’s what you’re supposed to do after ejaculating, and I started to figure out how to pack my titan balls and huge shaft into my underwear and dress pants while still trying to stay conspicuous, at least until we got to the car.

After much fiddling and maneuvering, the only thing that seemed to work was fitting my balls in the large, tailored pouch of my briefs and shove my soft cock along the waistband and around my hip. At least this could easily be covered up by my sports jacket. It looked insane, seeing my huge balls overfill the already large pouch that was specially made for me. It was going to make a huge bulge in the front of my pants, and I had to be careful of my movements so as to not break the zipper and send my package spilling out into the open.

Once I got it packed in well enough, I walked to the sink to wash my hands. Shit, my bulge was obvious. Maybe people will think I’m just a slightly above average dude with a boner and NOT a dude with a 20-inch-long tree trunk dick and two balls that are bigger than their head. Maybe.

I walked out of the bathroom and made sure that I had a clear line to my table in the middle of the large dining room. Drew’s back was turned to me, and he was on his phone waiting for me to return. I practically sprinted over to the table and slid into my seat before he could see what had obviously taken me so long. I felt like I needed to explain it before showing it.

“What the fuck took you so long? I know you’ve got to take some extra time due to your size, but good lord!” He whispered. Drew then looked at my disheveled hair that was now stuck in weird places due to the drying precum that was still there.

“Oh, that’s what you were doing.”

“It’s not what you think!” I said, trying to smooth my hair back out. “It happened again. You know… it.” I said, glancing down.

“Fuck… I wonder when this is going to stop?”

“I don’t know, but it’s really starting to impact my everyday life and I don’t know how much more of it that I can take.”

Drew looked at my crotch through the table and asked, “How big? And before you ask, yes, I want soft and hard.”

I blushed and said, “12 soft, 20 hard. And my balls are as big as coconuts. And yes, I know how big coconuts are from memory because, realistically, what else do I have to compare myself to?”

Drew sat back into his chair with a look of shock on his face. “Fuck. You can’t even be given the nickname ‘Horse Cock’. You’re definitely bigger than a horse. ‘Elephant Cock’ might not even be right either. Maybe ‘Elephant Trunk Dick’ is more accurate. Damn.”

I rolled my eyes at his corny attempt at humoring me. “We need to get out of here. I need you to see it.”

“Awww, I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m booked up for the rest of the night.” Drew said with a pout.

“What the fuck do you mean? I thought we had the whole night just the two of us?”

He laughed and said, “I was just kidding, dummy. Of course we have the whole night to ourselves. And if you’re as big as you say you are, I might just have to take off work for the next two days to make sure I get an… accurate understanding of what’s happened here tonight.”

He flagged down the waiter, told him to cancel the dessert by saying “We have plenty of dessert at home” (which caused me to roll my eyes again and grin), and paid for the check. I was hesitant to stand up, especially in such a public place, but I realized that the only way we were getting home was by us standing up and walking out.

Drew was waiting for me to stand up too, so I decided to bite the bullet and make the first move to leave. I stood up and Drew’s eyes immediately flew down to my stuffed dress pants, and he almost burst out laughing in the middle of the restaurant.

“Yeah, I know it’s not subtle, but it’s the best I can do right now!” I said in a forceful whisper, and started to make a beeline for the door without waiting for Drew. I knew he would catch up, and I didn’t want a bunch of people seeing what I had to offer. I stood outside in the shadows while I waited for Drew, and he caught up to me and kissed me.

“I had a great night. Happy Birthday, babe.” He kissed me again, and reached his hand down and grabbed my soft cock through my pants. I broke away from the kiss and said, “Careful, now, I need these pants to make it all the way home.”

We walked to the car hand in hand, side by side, and my extremely stuffed package leading the way.

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