"Oh come on, man. It's not THAT big."
Todd rolled his eyes, and took a long drag off the bong. He coughed, smoke curling from his lips as he shook his head.
"Dave, I'm not shitting you. It's absolutely huge, like...well, like this," said Todd, forming his hands into a baseball-sized semi-circle. Dave just sighed, and motioned for the bong. Todd obliged, and laid back on the couch as Dave became a human chimney. When he was done, Dave sat the bong on the table, and leaned on the edge of the couch, twirling the lighter in his hand.
"Yeah, well, I don't believe you. And that's that, dude."
Todd rubbed his temples, and let out a sigh. He leaned forward and said "Come on, man. You believe I'm a werewolf, but not that my dick has a big fucking knot? How? Howwwww?"
Dave rolled his eyes, and said "Because I've seen you transform. Jesus man, I was there the first time it happened, remember?"
Todd waved a dismissal, and looked at his friend.
"So you didn't sneak a peek? Not even a small one?"
Dave blinked, and swallowed, reaching for the bong again. He packed it, and took another lung full of smoke before letting it out again.
"Dave? Did you?"
Dave sputtered in response, coughing on the smoke as he passed the bong back to Todd. Dave shrugged, and muttered something.
Todd coughed, and said "What was that, man?"
"I said no, I didn't. And besides, don't you gotta be like...hard for there to be a knot? You really think I'd go yanking on your dick when you're all fur and teeth, man?"
Todd sat the bong back down on the table, and nodded. "I mean, like, that's a good point I guess. But I could still show you, man. Like, I could get hard before, and then turn, I guess."
"I mean, I guess. You got that werewolf shit under control though? Not gonna try to like...eat me, or anything?"
Todd gave a heavy-eyed nod, and said "Dude, yeah. I can change at will and everything. Ain't that fucking cool?"
Dave blinked, and nodded. He turned on the TV, and started flipping trough channels until fake breasts and well-maintained bush filled the screen. He looked over at Todd, and jerked his head towards the TV.
"Well?" said Dave.
Todd looked at the TV, and then at Dave. "Hey, uh...could you turn your head or something man? Please?"
Dave raised an eyebrow, and gave a laugh. He focused on the screen, and said "Come on, man. It's just a cock. Even if it is your cock, it's just a dick, man. Not like I ain't seen one before."
Todd, popping the belt on his pants, kicked them away from his feet, and scooted to the far side of the couch. He gave a glance towards Dave, and slinked a hand quickly into his boxers, stroking slowly. Dave, with his vision still on the TV, began to tug away as well, his cock quickly twitching and coming to life in his grip. The tip poked through the head of his boxers, and he shot a glance at Todd, who-despite his furious jerks-seemed to still struggle to get it up. Dave gave a laugh, and Todd looked at him, his cheeks blushing as his arm went rigid.
"Dude, it's not fucking funny man! It's that grass you gave me! This is your fault!"
