Chapter 37 - Geno-type pt. 37

Sam had been in the shower for what seemed like hours. It had probably been shorter than that, but time was only a marginal concern for Sam. He was more interested in letting the hot beads of water wash over him and rinse away all of his worries and concerns. Tyler’s mother had led him to this guest bathroom after he had arrived with the others. At first he was worried about being dragged away from his friends in a strange place with a woman he had only just met, but Mrs. Simmons had been very kind and reassuring. With her help, Sam had been able to relax a bit. He had been so high strung ever since this morning, it felt good to just let his worries drift away.
           
Now that his mind was no longer haphazardly crashing into itself as it raced around in circles at mach speeds, Sam was able to try and reason is way through the events of this morning. What did he know about Dalton? Not a lot other than what he had seen yesterday and today. Dalton had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around, but it was also pretty commonly accepted that he was never the one to enter into a relationship. Dalton giving someone else his number and saying that he wanted to see them again was simply unheard of.
           
So then if Sam was the first guy that Dalton had ever actively pursued, then what happened this morning? Why was he so upset about Sam’s impressive growth spurt? The more Sam mulled it over, the more he came to the conclusion that Dalton was only interested in his massive cock. Dalton was probably upset that Sam was now too big for him to ride. This explanation made some sense, but Sam couldn’t accept it for some reason. There was too much that he didn’t understand about Dalton, and he needed answers before he went any further.
           
Sam then remembered the tentative date he had set up with Dalton. It seems like he would soon have his chance to get the answers he was looking for. Sam just had to keep his resolve steady until then.
           
Sam looked down at his hands. His fingers had become shriveled from the prolonged exposure to the shower water. It was probably about time he got out and talked to Jake and Tyler. Dalton had invited them along as well, and Sam felt like he could really stand to have his friends by his side during the coming confrontation. Confrontation…? It was beginning to seem like Sam was getting ready for war instead of a date.
           
Sam shut off the water and reached out of the shower stall for a towel. He didn’t have to reach far because there was one hung up on the bar right outside the shower door. The act of drying off was therapeutic for Sam. It was like a low grade full body massage as he ran the fluffy cloth all along his body; wiping away the wetness. It was like he was rediscovering his body all over again.
           
Sam still couldn’t wrap his mind around just how impressively huge his dick was now. The hefty shaft reached the floor with plenty of extra tubing to spare.  His hose was as big around as his waist; probably a little bigger, actually. From Sam’s point of view it looked like his body stopped right below his waist and then the all e could see was the massive mass of cock and balls. His legs were completely obscured by the ginormous expanse of erogenous zone. Sam used his now slightly damp towel to wipe the mist from the mirror enough that he could get a decent look at himself.

The image before him jived pretty well with the one in his mind. The mirror Sam’s humongous dick and nuts were all that was visible below Sam’s hips. The result was a vaguely naga-like creature with the lower body of a trouser snake instead of the scaly green serpent snake that is typically associated with such a mythical creature. Sam had to wonder if there was such a creature in mythology. He doubted there could be any such bizarrely erotic legends out there in the world, but then again, there is always Japan to consider.

It was a wonder he was able to walk up the stairs in this state. Even with his enormous shaft slung over his shoulder, Sam’s massive, ground-scraping nuts were very difficult to maneuver with; especially when trying to navigate stairs. His makeshifts clothes had helped somewhat, but even then, maneuverability was limited. Not to mention, he had to be extra careful not to let his sheets slip any more than they already had. Tyler’s mother probably would have had a fit if she had seen Sam’s six feet of bubble gum. Then again, Jake and Tyler
were far bigger than Sam was. It is possible that she would be beyond the point of being freaked out by it.

Sam didn’t want to like his huge cock, but he did. His conscious mind was screaming at him for letting him get this big. He should have seen what was happening earlier and gotten safely away from Jake and Tyler and their infectious growth. The rest of his mind was enjoying the view. His main fears since yesterday had been that people would think he was a freak and that want him now that he was such a grotesque monstrosity. His brief foray out into public had proven otherwise. Not only had people seemed genuinely jealous and attracted to his impressive endowments, but he had even been hit on by at least one guy.

Sam had almost completely forgotten about the coffee guy during all that had gone on today. Sam had managed to snag a guy even in spite of his colossal dong or maybe even because of it. Sam grinned in spite of himself as he stared at the reflection of his gigantic tool. If the Lyle liked Sam’s dick as much as Sam did, they were going to have a lot of fun together.
Sam spent a moment thinking of how it could work. He was definitely too big to enter poor Lyle. It’s a shame too because he has such a cute butt. Sam liked to imagine him having a cute butt anyway; Sam couldn’t really see it behind the counter. Sam liked to imagine it as nice, firm, and round with maybe a few freckles on it, just like his face. Sam guessed this meant that he was going to have to bottom in this relationship. He could live with that, he supposed. Dalton had sure seemed to enjoy it. That doesn’t mean that he was going to just bend over and take it, though. He would have to make Lyle earn it.

Sam absent mindedly stroked his shaft as he imagine the things he could have done to him. Lyle would have his work cut out for him as he tried to service Sam’s gigantic cock. Sam’s cock would probably be a little taller than Lyle. Sam had to wonder what would be going through Lyle’s mind as he stared at the towering mass of penis that dwarfed his whole body. Would he be intimidated? Emasculated? Turned on? It is possible it would be some combination of the three. Whatever it was that he felt, Sam had to hope that Lyle enjoyed it.
Sam shook his head at the thought. Here he was dreaming up plans about some guy he had barely met and he still hadn’t resolved things with his current guy. Sure, Sam and Dalton had not been on an official date yet or anything of that nature, but Sam still felt the need to resolve things with one guy before moving on to the next. One way or the other he would have to figure out where he stood with Dalton first.

Sam was a little startled when he heard a knock on the door. The voice on the other side was obviously Tyler’s mother. She sounded concerned. “You’ve been in there awhile. Is everything alright?”

Sam knew he had been in there awhile, but he had no idea how long. He had no way of telling time with him, and there weren’t any windows in this bathroom for him to see outside and check to get a rough estimate. He responded cautiously. Sam was a little embarrassed to be talking to someone while he was naked, even though he knew she could not see him. “I’m fine… I just don’t have anything to wear.” This was true, although not the real reason he had been in there so long. Somehow telling is friend’s mom how he had been checking out his junk in the mirror did not seem like the best idea.

“I put your clothes in the wash for you. They’ll be ready in an hour, but in the meantime feel free to use some of Tyler’s clothes. I am sure he won’t mind. When you get out of there, head towards the stairs and it will be the second door on the right.” Sam could hear Mrs. Simmons walk off almost immediately after she stopped talking. He was thankful that she was being such a generous host. He hadn’t even thought about his clothes from earlier. He would definitely need at least his underwear if he was going to go on his date tonight.
He wasn’t sure if he should call it a date, but he could not think of anything better to call it; maybe his showdown; possibly even the battle at the big bridge. These both sounded way too dramatic and incredibly silly. For now “date” would have to suffice.

Once Sam felt that he had given Mrs. Simmons plenty of time to get out of sight range, Sam poked his head out of the door and looked around. The coast looked clear, and it was a really short jaunt across the hall to Tyler’s room. Sam tied his towel around his waist and made his way out of the bathroom. The towel was more of a formality and force of habit than anything else. The towel was nice and large and easily reached down to Sam’s knees, but his enormous cock and balls reached down a lot farther.

Sam made his way down the hall, but it was slow going. His walking was slightly hindered by his colossal tree and oranges, but even more than that, Sam was enjoying the feeling of
the fluffy carpet brush against his junk. Sam was already a little aroused from his previous train of thought, and so his cock was extra sensitive. Waves of tingly pleasure coursed up his spine and sent chills through his body as the carpet rubbed against his sensitive shaft.

Sam was quickly approaching a semi as he entered Tyler’s room. He took a moment to take stock of his surroundings before he shut the door behind him. This was obviously Tyler’s room. Well, unless Tyler had a brother that Sam had never heard of. This was a room that screamed teenage boy’s bedroom. There was a TV with an Xbox hooked up to it, and the walls were covered in sports posters; many of which were now splotchy and wrinkled after someone had apparently tried, unsuccessfully, to clean off the splattered jets of cum that had coated them.

Sam opened the closet door and looked over the contents therein. Tyler really didn’t have much variety in terms of clothes; lots and lots of jerseys, a few t-shirts, one dressy shirt, a hoody, and an odd collection of really tacky sweaters; gifts from relatives, perhaps?  Sam pulled out the hoody and slipped it on.

The hoody was warm and comfy, just like Sam had expected. It also smelled like Tyler. Tyler apparently didn’t wash this thing that often, but then again, does anyone ever wash their hoodies on a regular basis? It didn’t smell bad, though; far from it, actually. It just smelled like Tyler. Sam had smelled this scent before when Tyler had held him close. It was a manly scent, yet still soft and soothing. Sam zipped up the hoody and drank in the smell. The scent was getting to him. He could already feel his shaft inflating with arousal.

Sam was most likely going to be stuck in this room for awhile. At least until his clothes were dry anyway. There was no way Tyler had anything that Sam could wear to hide his immense junk. Strangely enough, just having a shirt on made him feel a little more at ease, even though his trunk was still hanging out in the open. Just the existence of clothes was reassuring, even if it didn’t actually cover anything. Sam had to wonder if this is how Donald Duck feels.

Sam slipped his hands into the front pockets of the hoody as he paced around the room. He was trying to keep himself occupied while he waited for his clothes, but he was also trying to keep his mind off of his growing arousal. The combination of the carpet brushing against his junk and Tyler’s smell wafting off of the hoody was making Sam super horny. He was trying with all his might to not just beat off right in his friend’s bedroom. Sam was really having a hard to keeping his libido under control. The more he tried to take his mind off of it, the more he thought that pounding one out would be the best idea. After all, judging by the pool of cum seeping into the carpet from the bathroom, someone had already beaten him to it.

Sam supposed he could just take the hoody off, but it was so warm and comfortable. Tyler’s smell emanating from the clothing was doing more to sooth and calm Sam than it was to get him aroused. It was almost as if his friend had bundled up a hug and saved it for Sam’s use at a later date.

As Sam paced the room, he noticed two jars sitting atop Tyler’s desk. He could only guess what was contained within, but if he didn’t know any better he’d say that the jars were full of jizz; most likely scooped up from the coagulating bog that was once a bathroom floor. Sam’s curiosity needed to be satisfied. He unscrewed the lid from one of the jars and sniffed he contents. It sure smelled like spunk. Sam knew he was going to regret this, but he needed to know for sure. He stuck two fingers into the white cream and stirred it around a bit.

The spooge was still slightly warm. It must be at least somewhat fresh. Almost immediately Sam felt the tingling course through his loins. No doubt about it, this was Tyler’s jizz. What he was doing bottling it is anyone’s guess, but Sam could already feel the effects of his current growth. Sam’s already enormous cock was slowly expanding again. Sam watched in awe as a few more inches were added to his already massive mast. Although, at his current huge size, it wouldn’t have been that noticeable had he not been watching it happen. Sam hadn’t seen any change, but his balls also felt much heavier and fuller.

Sam was rocked by waves of pleasure from his most recent growth spurt. Deep down he knew that he wanted to experience even more, but he realized that it would be foolish to do so. With a bit of regret, Sam screwed the lid back on to the jar and slipped it into the hoody pocket. Sam was about to lick the jizz off of his fingers, but quickly realized that that would be inviting further growth.

Sam was trying to figure out the best way to clean his hand. He didn’t want to wipe it off on Tyler’s bedding, or clean clothes. He also couldn’t go into the bathroom and wash up. Slogging through the quagmire of miracle-gro seemed more than a little counterproductive.

Sam spotted the laundry basket across the room. Maybe he could find something in there that he could use. At the very least he wouldn’t have to worry about getting the clothes dirty, and part of him was strangely exited about getting cum all over Tyler’s clothes, even if it was Tyler’s cum to begin with.

Sam opened the basket and peeked inside. There was a few days worth of clothes in there. There was definitely something that he could use. Sam poked around in the basket for a minute, trying to find anything with the right consistency to use as a cloth to clean himself up with. The shorts were too rough, and the shiny, plasticy texture of the jerseys was not very good for wiping up with at all.

Sam finally found an old pair of cotton boxers. They had seen better days, to be sure. The bottom was so ripped up that they served better as a short skirt than they did as boxers. Why would anyone even bother keeping something so ravaged? They were certainly comfy, though, and perfect for wiping up jizz. Judging by the splotches on them, Sam figured that is exactly what they were used for in the first place.

Sam strolled back over towards Tyler’s bed as he wiped his hand off with the boxers. He had just about reached the bed when there was a knock on the door. Sam instinctively shoved the boxers into his pocket and climbed onto the bed. He pulled the blankets over his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, letting his balls and junk hang over the side, before responding. “Hello?”

The voice on the other side was Mrs. Simmons again. “It’s just me again. Are you doing alright? We haven’t had time to talk since you arrived.”
Sam was hesitant to respond. He didn’t want to just send her away, but he also wasn’t really in the mood to talk. He was currently horny as hell, and his raging libido was all that was keeping his mind off his current boy troubles. “Uh. Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Well, you don’t sound fine. Mind if I come in?” Apparently Tyler’s mom was just as good at seeing through Sam’s BS as Tyler was. Either that or Sam was really slipping lately.
Sam didn’t want to send her away, mainly because he didn’t have a good excuse. Saying that he couldn’t find clothes would be like admitting that he was hung like a whale, and he wasn’t sure how that would go over. Mrs. Simmons had freaked out a bit when she had seen Tyler’s colossal dick. Sam finally reluctantly agreed, but not before making sure his cock was tucked up close against the bed and fully covered with the blankets. “Sure. Come on in.”

Sam tensed up as Tyler’s mother stepped into the room and sat down beside him. He was so glad he had adjusted his dick to the other side of him. He would have died of shame had she tripped over his schlong, not to mention it probably would have hurt like hell, too. Sam hoped that she didn’t somehow figure out that he was naked under these covers.
Mrs. Simmons sat down next to Sam and placed a hand tenderly on his shoulder. “Care to talk to me about what’s wrong? And don’t give me that ‘I’m fine’ crap. You came in here white as a ghost, and a look a shock, hurt, and fear in your eyes. You are not fine.”

Sam was a little shocked. Did he really look that bad when he showed up? It’s possible. His memory of the event was hazy. He had been on autopilot since this morning. His preferred method for dealing with stress seemed to be to shut off his emotions and his mind and go into a full robotic semi-existence. On the subject of semis, her presence was doing wonders to kill his burgeoning erections. Not that she was bad looking or anything. Sam didn’t consider himself an expert in female beauty, but on a scale of one to awesome, she was pretty great. That said, Sam just wasn’t into girls, and it is super hard to lust after someone when that someone’s mom is sitting right next to you. “Oh… Did I really look that bad?” Sam inquired, less to reaffirm what she had said, and more to buy time.

“Yes, you did. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you can tell me. You can trust me.” She was certainly doing a good job of being reassuring, but Sam was not one to open up that easily. What would he even tell her? Some guy he thought he liked went batshit dominatrix on him this morning? No thanks.

Mrs. Simmons could tell that Sam was going to fight her on this, but she was ready. It wasn’t the first time she had dealt with difficult teenage boys. “Going to make me work for it, are you? Well fine. Let me guess, girl trouble?” Sam gave no response. He remained completely emotionless.

Tyler’s mother wasn’t about to be beaten so easily and continued her cross-examination. “Not a girl then?” She playfully nudged Sam in the arm. “Boy trouble then?” Sam unintentionally gave her the side eye, and Mrs. Simmons was quick to pick up on this. “I knew it. What is it, rough break up? Unrequited love?” Sam was determined to not give any more ground.

Tyler’s mom was getting frustrated at Sam’s silent treatment. Not even Jake was this hard to pry information out of. She was really starting to appreciate just how easy it was to make Tyler spill everything. That boy couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. “Don’t be so defensive. Look, how about this. Just think of it like you are talking to your own mother, ok?”

She was at first pleased to see Sam turning to face her, but she was not prepared for the look of sadness in his eyes. “I don’t have a mother.” His response hit her like a ton of bricks.

Her heart broke for this boy she had just met. “You poor dear.” She kept repeating as she pulled him in close.

Sam was surprised by the sudden hugging. It seemed to happen a lot in this family. Heart to hearts with his dad consisted of varying degrees of grunts and nods. This whole touchy-feely thing was a bit foreign to him. Also, apparently he now has to console her? Mothers are weird. “It’s OK. Really. I don’t even remember her. She died so long ago.” Sam reached around and awkwardly patted her shoulder. He begrudgingly had to admit that this was kind of nice, even if he didn’t know her that well.

Mrs. Simmons quickly straightened up again. “That does it. Time to get a crash course in how to speak to your mother.” Wait… when she did become his mother? Sam was very confused about how to deal with this woman. “For starters, you will refer to me by my proper title of ‘mom’. Just go with it, it makes things easier in the long run. Ask Jake if you don’t believe me.” Sam found this scenario to be completely absurd, and kind of funny. He had to stifle a giggle, but apparently he didn’t stifle it well enough because she caught the slight change in his demeanor. “Ah ha. We’re getting somewhere.”

“Mom?” Sam pondered aloud.

He had only said it out of confusion, but Mrs. Simmons was quick to jump on it. “Yes, sweetie?”

Sam wasn’t going to just blurt out his life story just because she had tricked him into calling her mom, was he? Although admittedly, at this point Sam couldn’t help but feel it would make his life a lot easier just to get it over with and spill it; kind of like yanking a tooth or ripping off a band-aid. “Ok. So there’s this guy, and I kind of liked him. I might still like him, but today he was kind of… pushy.”

“Pushy? You don’t come staggering in here like you wandered in off the set of The Walking Dead from someone being pushy.” She remarked incredulously. Great, she was off the touchy-feely mode and back into lawyer mode. How does Tyler put up with this woman?

“Well it was a little more than pushy. We… did it, but he was very… rough about it.” Sam felt so awkward talking about this, especially to some lady he had just met, and yet, he was feeling a little better about it.

Mrs. Simmons quickly whipped out her phone. “I’m calling the cops.”

Sam was confused at first, but quickly became alarmed. “What? Why?”

“If this is a rape scenario he won’t be getting away with it.” She responded flatly.

“What? No. It wasn’t like that. I mean, not really. Kind of?” Sam was completely thrown off by this sudden move from Tyler’s mother. He had never even thought about rape before. He didn’t think this counted, though. After all, he had been all for it until Dalton went all creepy. “I wanted him to. At first anyway. Then he got… violent. I don’t even know why.”

Mrs. Simmons lowered the phone at the new news. “Explain.”

Sam had no idea how to explain. Should he tell her everything? He didn’t want to admit to how he was on the floor while Dalton gave him the roughest footjob of his life. Not that he had had many footjobs, but still. That one was rough. “He said he was angry with me, but I couldn’t tell why.” Well, Sam knew that Dalton was at least partially angry that Sam had added a few feet to his dick over night, but there had to be more to it. Something in the way Dalton acted didn’t add up. “He just kept saying these awful things while we did it. I didn’t want to like it, but I kind of did. Like, I felt that somehow I deserved it? Did I deserve it?”

With that, the phone was back in the pocket and she was back in mother mode. “Don’t ever think you deserve to be in an abusive relationship.” Abusive? Sam hadn’t thought of it like that before. He had only seen abusive relationships in movies where the guy would be throwing dishes and the girl and some other crazy stuff. This was just rough sex and awful words. Does that count?

Mrs. Simmons could see the confusion on Sam’s face. “If he feels like he has to tear you down to keep you; that just means you’re above him. He’s not worth your time. You’re still young. You have your whole life to make mistakes and find someone new. Forget about him and find someone who deserves you.”

Sam just sat there stunned. He had to admit, she was good. There was more to the story than what he told her, but her words still rang more or less true. Sam sat there replaying the scenes from this morning and taking her words to heart. He still wanted to like Dalton, even after Dalton had made him feel like shit. Sam was still confused about his feelings, but he was feeling somehow calmer and more collected now.

Mrs. Simmons could see that Sam was going to need some time to gather his thoughts. “I’ll leave you alone for now. I’ll bring your clothes to you when they are done. If you decide you need me before then, I’ll be right across the hall.” With that, she left the room; leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.

Sam was once again left to unravel his emotions and memories. This time however he was better prepared for the ordeal. He sat there on the edge of Tyler’s bed just thinking over the events of the past two days. Tyler’s mom was right about a lot of things. Eventually Sam was able to strengthen his resolve and decide what to do. He was going to meet with Dalton tonight, but not as a date. It was going to be an ultimatum, one last attempt to understand Dalton and try and work things out. If Dalton doesn’t give Sam reason to stay, or ever makes Sam feel like he did today again, it is over.

Sam flopped back into the bed. He was mentally exhausted from battling his inner demons for the whole day. The smell of Tyler wafted up from the bed and the hoody. Sam had almost forgotten how horny he was. Sam looked down and saw that his shaft had already inflated a bit and was starting to lift off the ground. At least someone hadn’t forgotten how horny he was.

Sam pulled the hoody up so that it covered his nose. He could feel Tyler’s scent permeating him to his very core. He could almost taste it. Sam’s colossal shaft was pointing straight up by now. He wanted release, but he wanted something more, too.

Sam’s shaft was far too thick for him to wrap his hands around, but he did the best he could. He grabbed on to either side and stroked up and down. He was so glad to have his extra foreskin tonight. The tide of skin rolled back and forth across the tip of his cock, jacking off the sensitive flesh he wouldn’t be able to reach otherwise.

Tyler’s scent was filling Sam’s body and soul. His mind could only see image’s of Tyler; his beautiful face, his wonderful smile, his amazing ass, and that cock. Oh god, that cock. Sam would worship every single inch of it no matter how big it got, even if it took him three lifetimes. Sam needed more though. He needed to fill all his senses.

Sam sucked on the collar of the hoody while he jacked himself off. He could even taste Tyler now, but it was still not enough. The flavor from the hoody was old and stale. He wanted something fresher. He needed something fresher. Sam fumbled around in his pocket and fished out the boxers. He stuck the boxers in his mouth and began sucking on them; drinking in as much of Tyler’s flavor as he could. He could taste Tyler’s skin, Tyler’s sweat, and even Tyler’s cum. Sam could feel the warm tingle pulse through his already gigantic cock as he sucked in Tyler’s flavor. He could tell he was getting bigger, but he did not care. All he wanted now was to get off.

Sam could feel his shaft swelling and swelling, it was quickly getting too big to grasp. His balls were also swelling by the second. The two already gigantic orbs continued to inflate to truly goliath proportions. With each surge of growth, Sam came closer and closer to orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to cum, but he was still not quite ready.

Sam could no longer get a decent grip of his cock. He was too enraptured by the pleasure arcing through his body to open his eyes and see just how huge he had gotten, but he didn’t care at this point. If his hands can no longer jack himself off, then he’d find a better use for them.

Sam placed his feet against his own enlarged nuts and lifted his ass off the bed. It was obvious that he was no longer going to be able to top again, so he may as well learn to love life on the other side. Huge beads of pre had already been rolling down Sam’s giant shaft; completely drenching Sam and soaking the bed. Sam used these to wet his hands. The slimy substance worked well enough for what he was going to do.

Sam pressed his now saturated middle finger against his puckered hole and slowly slid it in. It was so hard to get just one finger in, he was amazed that there are people who can easily slide whole dicks up there, not to mention things even larger. Sam played at his whole for a bit with his middle finger; slowly managed to get a feel for how the muscles worked and opened. He slowly and steadily managed to get his second finger in. Now that he had two fingers in, he could work on feeling around. Somewhere in there is the sweet spot, the spot that was supposed to make it all worth while. Stretching out his hole felt pretty great, but it felt more like a relaxing stretch than anything particularly orgasmic.

Sam poked around up in there not really sure what he was looking for. He felt around at various angles when suddenly he felt a shock run up his spine. He retraced his steps and found
that spot again, and had the same results. This must be the place, he thought, and pressed hard against it with both fingers. Sure enough, Sam’s colossal cock bucked like a stallion. He could feel another shock of pleasure as the sensitive tip of his dick slapped against the roof as his cock bucked. He had been holding his dick downward since it had already grown too tall to stand upright. Sam couldn’t even imagine how huge it must be now, nor did he care to think about why he was still growing.

Sam rocked his hips slowly back and forth while he fingered his hole. He let the roof press against the top of his cock and slide his foreskin back and forth across his sensitive tip while he learned firsthand the joys of anal play. Sam’s had long since lost the ability to think as he brought himself closer and closer to orgasm. The combined pleasure of his huge cock being jacked by the ceiling, his fingers play at his newly discovered g-spot, and the mellow tingle of growth still coursing through him soon became too much. Sam bucked his hips one last time as he rammed his ringers as deep as he could; pressing down into his sweet spot wit all he could muster.

He let out a low moan as his dick erupted like Vesuvius. The sexy moan even caught Sam off guard, but it only served to make him cum harder. Gallon upon gallons of warm spunk flooded out into Tyler’s room; coating the wall, the floor, anything in range. Sam gasped for breath as his monolithic nuts continually drained all their seed and instantly re-inflated.
Sam fired jet after sticky jet as he struggled to catch his breath. Each orgasm wracking his body to the core. He could feel the pool of jizz steadily rising as he flooded the entire room. The goopy pool rose and rose. It quickly became too much for Sam to handle as the lake of cum rose past his ankles and even higher. Sam’s torrential burst of cum showed no sign of slowing as he eventually lost consciousness.

Sam awoke sometime later to finally witness the true extent of the damage. Tyler’s bed was soaked with pre, the rest of his room was coated in a thick layer of spooge, and Sam’s dick had swelled to unheard of proportions. He had no way of guessing its size, but it dwarfed Jake’s and even Tyler’s. Sam looked on in shock and awe at the sleeping behemoth before him. It made no sense. How could he have grown so much from just the residual cum on Tyler’s boxers? Sam looked down on the bed beside him and noticed a little silver lid. He had not put the lid on the cum jar back on well enough, the contents of the jar had been slowly spilling out onto him the entire time.

Sam mentally traced a path along the vast expanse of his cock. His now floppy shaft stretched across the room, bumped against the wall on the opposite side, and then draped along the wall as it… passed in front of the restroom door… Sam’s cock had been basting in the residual juices of Tyler’s previous cumsplosion. The slow moving glacier of jizz had been slowly seeping out of the restroom onto Sam’s immense cock. Sam had no way of moving the leviathan that stretched out before him. He was stuck there unable to do anything but watch his bloated cock steadily inflate more and more as it soaked up more and more cum.

Sam fell back in the bed and laughed. He didn’t find the situation all that funny, but what could he do? He wanted to run away, but he was stuck there. He wanted to hide, but his dick was probably visible from space by now. He wanted to cry, but all he could do was cackle.

And cackle he did. Others in the house heard the commotion and came to check on him. There was a knock on the door followed by Tyler’s voice. “Are you ok?” Sam couldn’t respond, nor did he want to. Tyler called out to him again. “Are you ok? … That’s it. I’m coming in.”

Sam watched as the door opened slowly. A sense of dread filled him as he saw the outlines of Jake and Tyler in the doorway. His two friends were going to see just what he had become.   
