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Sarkopheros says:
The first Brod story!
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I have a lot of stories about bulging. Some are funny, some are sexy, some are stupid. I remember one time I'd gone into JJ Raxx, a discount clothing store.
I'm just minding my own business. Of course, I was wearing red basketball shorts which highlighted every contour and groove of my cock and balls. You could hear the slapping as my nuts bounced against my thighs. Slap, slap, slap. A good number of people turned to see what the noise was. I could hear gasps. In my peripheral vision, I noticed a woman pointing. I saw a couple snickers from guys who probably thought I stuffed my pants. I mostly ignored them.
I went to browse the shirts. I could feel them rubbing against my bulge as I browsed. It sticks pretty far in front of me. My sack is just there sweeping aside discounted polo shirts as I looked for my size.
Then I heard a voice next to me. "Sir?"
I looked up to see a short, plump young lady with a mahogany complexion. "Hi there." I smiled. She was cute. Glasses, a sweet face. Heavy tits, soft belly. Wide, wide hips. I wished I could see her from the back.
"Sir, can you please ... you have to stop that." She pointed at my bulge, shoved into the rack of shirts.
"I. Oh. Sorry." I backed up, now holding the shirt I was looking at at arm's length.
"Are you some kind of pervert?" she asked. "Seriously, you come into a public store with your pants stuffed full of. What is that, even?"
"That's all me," I said. "I can't help it."
The girl shook her head. "Yeah, right. Okay. The biggest cock on record is 13.5 inches. You look about as big as him, but you're soft. There's no way that's real. Come on, guy." She reached forward and grabbed my balls, then frowned, looking up at me. I grunted.
"That feels good," I told her with a smile.
"What the fuck?" She started to bounce each nut up and down, squeezing them. I let out another groan. I could feel my sperm factories activating.
"I told you," I said. "Is there a room or something in back we can go to if you're gonna keep this up?"
"Okay ... wow. Here. I need to see this. I'm gonna go on the other side of this rack. If that's really you, take your cock out and like. You know. Hide it with the shirts! But don't touch them with it," she said before walking past me, giving me a full view of that huge ass of hers. Damn! The wobble was incredible. That wasn't helping ease my nuts any.
The shirts parted before me with a metallic scratching as the hangers scraped the rack. She looked at me, her face framed by her dark, poofy hair, and nodded.
I looked from side to side. Clear. I shoved my bulge between the shirts and pulled the waistband down. I needed my free hand to wrestle the bulk of my cock out. It first appeared as an arch of thick flesh, pulling ... finally,
FLUMP
. It flopped out.
The girl let out a gasp, covering her mouth with both hands. She squeaked something I didn't catch.
A woman was approaching, and I quickly pushed my cock back into my pants. The uniformed girl came back over to me, her eyes like saucers. "I've never seen one that big! Holy shit!"
I smirked at her. "Oh yeah? What's the biggest you've seen?"
"Maybe ten inches? But shit. Look. Um. They want me to kick you out. My boss told me," she spoke through a pout. "You seem cool. I like your shirt."
I looked down at my Torgue shirt and smiled up at her.
"Um. I'm not good at this. Do you want to. No, uh. Do you play video games?"
"Heh, you liked my shirt," I said.
"Right. Want to. Come play games? With me. I mean. On the Playstation." Her eyes darted back down to my heavy bulge. I moved closer to her, smiling.
"Are you comfortable inviting a stranger to your house?" I asked.
"I'm in a dorm," she answered. "Lots of people around, including a scary roommate."
I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Okay, then. Where, at UTB?"
She nodded. "Give me your phone."
I handed it over, and she put in her name and number before handing it back. "What's your name?"
"Brod."
"Really? Are you Chinese?"
I laughed. It wasn't the first time someone was surprised I had a white-sounding name. "Mostly Japanese."
She frowned. "Sorry."
"It's cool," I looked at my phone. "Jessica." I quickly texted her so she'd have my number.
"Shit. Don't look. My boss is coming," she nodded over my shoulder. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store, I don't care what you have to say."
Click, click, click. "Is there a problem?" The new woman was a bit taller than me due to some heels, and slender. Her features were sharp, her hair long and blonde, her outfit sharp and professional.
"This gentleman is insisting that he is not being lewd," Jessica said.
"Sir, I apologize, but you are making people uncomfortable with ... let's be frank. This prank is going far enough," she said, her eyes looking down at me. "Whatever you have in your pants should have stayed home."
"That would require castration, and I don't enjoy that," I answered. Her name tag said "Emily."
Emily shook her head. "I'm not stupid, sir. You need to leave my store."
"I've been here dozens of times," I said, frowning, feeling my heart rate rising. This wasn't the first time I'd gotten kicked out of a store because of what I was packing. "And this is all me."
"No, it's not. Leave. Now."
People were staring. Jessica was sloooooowly creeping backwards away from us. When she was behind Emily, she mouthed "Sorry!"
"I'll show you if you don't believe me," I told her.
"I can and will call the police," she responded. "Come to my office. If you are telling the truth, I will let you shop here. But if not. I'm calling the cops." She smirked, plainly knowing she was going to win this one.
"Fine."