In the blink of an eye she was down at his crotch, knocking his arm aside and planting her hand on his chest, pinning him into the sofa cushions. Even through his shirt, she could feel his heart beating like a bass drum at a death metal concert, but that wasn't what was important. What
was
important was the shaft that was slowly extending its way down towards his knees. Roxy had seen her little butt-boy nude enough times to know that his cock was usually only around five inches hard, maybe pushing six if he was particularly riled up, so her mind ground to a halt on seeing the monolith that was peaking it's way out that must have been more than double that.
"Hey... hold on... Side effects you said? What uhh... what exactly is in this drink?" Roxy asked, her brain desperately in search of more information to help compute what it was she was seeing.
"Mango? I think? And..." Stacy trailed off, his own brain struggling to keep up with the amount of random thoughts that were flitting in and out, none of them staying long enough to make a real impact. It took a concerted effort for him to corral his thoughts into some order, and even then remembering what Roxy even asked was a challenge. What was it again? Wrestling? No, that just got him thinking about Sherley again. Music,
Electric Saturday
? Nope, that was his boss. "C'mon Stacy, you can do this" he thought to himself. What did they all have in common... Well cock for starters.
Wait. Cock.
Cock. Dick, Cum.
BUST™
!
"What's that juice that makes you cum
really hard
?"
It took Roxy a moment to register what he'd just said, and she looked up at him with a note of incredulity in her eyes, but seeing that goofy, grinning face made her next decision really easy.
"Lift your ass off the sofa so I can take these off!"
It was weird for Stacy, not because he was normally the one having to get Roxy out of her pants, but because he was feeling oddly bashful as she started shimmying off his shorts, slowly revealing the root of his painfully aching cock. Normally about now he'd be teasing her with his butt, sashaying his way into the kitchen to top up their drinks, but the way that her attention was entirely focused on
his
cock for a change made him feel oddly vulnerable.
"Looks like the side effects kicked in quick, huh?" Stacy said, doing his best to cover his unusual bout of nerves with his trademark flirtatious snark. Roxy however, could hear the shake in his voice. Was he nervous? No way! Roxy had seen Stacy taking dicks up his butt twice the length of what he had now, seen him walk up to a wrestler who must have been roughly ten times his size and start ruthlessly flirting with her. Yet here he was in the comfort of their home with his frequent fuck buddy and he could barely summon up more than a half-baked one liner.
She did her best to look him in the eyes, which was pretty difficult to do considering he always had them covered, "Well I guess that's what happens when you chug shady energy drinks, dork!"
"It's not shady!" Stacy retorted, doing his absolute best to smile through the unusual caffeine-induced anxiety and keep his body from vibrating itself off the couch, "didn't you see the commercial earlier, this stuff's totally legit!"
With a doubtful glance in his direction, Roxy gave one final pull and yanked Stacy's shorts off, his newly engorged member catapulting upwards to slap him in the chest. His shaft looked angry, coloured a far deeper red than usual and stretching upwards to rest against his sternum, and now that it was up and out of the way, Stacy could even see that his nuts had swollen up. If his cock had doubled its normal size, then his balls were somewhere close to triple what they once were, looking as if he was smuggling a pair of apples between his legs. They began to rumble ominously.
"Heh heh... well, maybe it's a little..." Stacy began to concede to his room mate, before managing to catch the look that she was giving him. "Roxy, you're staring at me with those eyes again."
Indeed, Roxy's eyes had gone wide and focused, zeroing in on Stacy's vibrating, pulsing cock. Her mouth had spread wide in a lopsided grin and drool was rolling down her cheek. Wordlessly, never taking her eyes off his turgid pillar, Roxy rose to her feet. Stacy was well aware of what she was like when she was in this kind of mood, but the way she was moving and the intense way her eyes never once left his aching groin was new to him.
He looked at the can in his hand. He hadn't even managed to take a swig from it after opening it, and its contents were dangerously close to spilling over, what with his body already shaking from the first. In a surprising moment of lucidity, combined with thinking it might be best not to overdose on the suspect beverage, Stacy set the drink down behind the couch. No use getting more than one sticky liquid all over it today, he reasoned.
Turning back around, Stacy practically jolted upright off the couch once he realised that Roxy's pants were down around her ankles, and he could clearly make out her own erect cock being held tight by her thighs as she bent over.
"So I take it that you uh... like the side effects?"
She flashed him with a smug, knowing grin, and was rewarded with Stacy's cock jerking up as his face blushed. He did his best to cover it up by adopting his usual, coy, flirtatious grin, eager to take advantage of the surprising turn of events
"Very much, yes." she purred to him. Roxy was used to Stacy being flirtatious, teasing and sometimes aggravatingly sensual, but something about him taking on this attitude while sporting a cock more akin to a baseball bat than his normally proportioned phallus was changing the balance for her.
Despite that though, there was definitely something different in the way he was holding himself; normally he was so confident, self-assured and teasing. She assumed it was something to do with the energy drink making his body buzz like a vibrator, or that his cock was pulling too much blood from his brain. Probably both now that she thought about it.
Slowly, Roxy stood upright, and after giving her hips a little bit more wiggle than she ever normally did, she pressed herself up against the blushing squirrel.
"Well, would ya look at that?" She said, grabbing her own rising shaft and firmly pressing it up against Stacy's unyielding monolith. Usually this comparison between both of their cocks would be more stark, her own darker member usually casting it's shadow against his own paler, more diminutive meat; but now Stacy's python was flushed deeper, almost as deep as the blush in Stacy's cheeks, his new colossus flooded with more blood than ever before just to reach the new heights of its unprecedented erection.
It also became clear that his cock had yet to finish its bout of growth. Where a few minutes ago his shaft was just a little bigger than her own, it had now gained several more inches, still reaching up to his sternum even while standing up. She continued to grind her dick against his, wrapping her fingers around as much of both of their tools as she could. Even fully stretched it was a challenge to keep her grip on both impressive logs, but as she slowly jerked them off, she noticed a small wet patch begin forming on Stacy's tank top where his head kept slapping against his willowy chest.
While she toyed with him, Stacy kept his hands firmly balled up at his sides, sensations firing through his mind as nerve endings he'd never had before were stimulated for the first time. He could feel his toes curling into the carpet as he did his very best not to moan from just this. He knew Roxy would never let him live this down if he came just from her most minor of ministrations, but she was being slow, methodical, and Stacy could only stand there, holding back the moans he desperately wanted to release as his body struggled to keep up with the sensations she was teasing him with.
Roxy let her hand move upwards, revelling in the sensations as she rubbed over her own cock head before she travelled further. She traced her fingers up the newly unveiled length, tracing the engorged veins as she slowly crested his newly expanded peak. She wrapped her fingers over the crest of Stacy's dick and slowly ground the meat of her hand into his frenulum, feeling the erratic pulse of his monstrous member through her palm.
