It is a cool and foggy night in a deep wilderness. Hours ago, while you were still hiking, the sky suddenly glowed eerily, and a deep rumble was let out of the earth. You were anxious, but miles and miles from help, so you continued on the trail, and eventually made camp. Now you're sound asleep in your tent, having eaten heartily, when a sleek black dart, a leech-like little thing, silently chews a hole in the fabric. It squirms into your sleeping bag and then into you. The next morning you feel well-rested. You pack up and continue your voyage, unaware of your new passenger. In a week, you're back in the city, relaxing comfortably in your apartment on the last day of your vacation. You pour your favourite drink. All is well.
Five months have passed. You've been back at work at your office job, lazing the day away and getting paid a pretty penny before returning to your home and relaxing. You're very responsible. You wake up at seven AM every weekday to get ready for the commute. But this particular morning, you awake with a painful erection. You think nothing of it. You're a man, this is no novel phenomenon. You brush your teeth, you get dressed, make yourself some coffee. It's been twenty minutes now but your little guy isn't taking a hint. Too bad. You're not going to be late for work because of him. You take the elevator and get to your car and begin your commute but it's getting harder. You can feel your heartbeat through your thigh. Your mind is flooded with your favourite sexual fantasies as you get off the on-ramp. You feel like your brain is going to explode if you don't cum right this second. You pull into the shoulder and begrudgingly whip out your cock. He looks red and angry, a prominent vein bulging where you've not noticed one before. You get to work. It isn't long before you climax into one of the wet wipes you keep in your glove compartment. You toss the tissue out the window and merge back into traffic. Ridiculous. You're five minutes late for work.
The next morning, you awake with the same painful erection. You manage to ignore it through your whole morning, and your commute! While walking up the stairs to your fourth-floor cubicle, though, the friction of your dress pants across your titanium member is too much to bear. Your knees buckle on the third flight of stairs and you feel the pleasurable full-body pulse of orgasm. A coworker rushes to your aid. Embarrassed, you assure them you're fine, you're okay, you just stumbled. You go to the bathroom to clean yourself up, before getting to work. When you get home, you set your alarm early, for some spare time. That is your compromise.
Your libido, however, proves relentless. Your pants tighten whenever any woman walks in front of you. Lurid daydreams cause you to trail off in the middle of sentences. You envision yourself bent over your boss's secretary, fucking her raw, and watching her belly become gravid over the course of the next few months. You find yourself taking daily bathroom breaks and, during lunch hour, you sit in your car playing with a recently procured fleshlight. You're masturbating three or four times a day and your balls still ache from... fullness? You come to the realisation that what you need is a woman's touch. So you download tinder.
You're a charming man. You can get sex if you want it, and you really want it. After a volley of flings and one-night stands over the next few months, your desires begin to simmer. You experience a return to normalcy. Ahhh, you sigh, you pump a sexy lady once a week, and everything wrong is right again.
Something else, though. You've been much hungrier for a couple months. It's been just impossible to stick to your meal plan. You find yourself picking up larger and larger orders of fast food, and just pigging out. You start going to the gym more to compensate, which is a bonus, because you get to make talk with hotties and stare at their fat asses and dream of knocking them all up. But you still grow a little belly, a fine curve around your toned thighs, your core, your arms. This distresses you a little, but your next few hook-ups assure you they like how you look. Life goes on.
It's another few months before you notice something of high strangeness. From what you can tell, your penis has gotten... larger. It was never small, a respectable 5 1/2 inches, according to your last girlfriend. Now, though, now it was truly something to behold. Thinking about it, you can feel its weight. It's girthier. Longer, maybe ten inches. Veinier. The urethra is so prominent while you're erect. And your balls are a little larger too. You can't make any sense of it, but you're still inexplicably proud. Perhaps an ultra-late growth spurt, you consider, as you begin to play with your newly noticed toy. You leak pre-cum readily upon mere manual stimulation. It doesn't take long at all. A powerful orgasm overrides your nervous system, and you shake like you're in an electric chair of pleasure.
A few days later, on a slow afternoon, one of the interns, Amy, says something to you. "Have you gotten taller?" And you think she's flirting with you at first, because you're a libidinous bastard, so you flirt back, but she looks a little disgusted, and she says, "No, really, have you gotten taller?" You apologise, you say "I don't think so." But when you get home you get a tape measure. You were definitely not past 6' before. You weren't even 5'8". You think, what is happening? You think, I need to go to a doctor. But an inner voice tells you, Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. You're a stud, now. A thick, tall stud with a massive cock. You're getting more attention than you've ever had, even from men, which you aren't unappreciative of. Why question it?
