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WARNING: This is a Penis Expansion story. If that's not your thing, turn back now.

  Do I have any regrets? Sure. Heck, everyone does. Not about the big stuff though. Well, not about the one big thing. I mean, my big thing. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it at this point. I mean…
  Let’s start this over…
  I figured it would be an interesting exercise to tell my story. You know? To have a creative outlet? A kind of journal. Eh, “journaling” sounds corny though… So does keeping a diary for that matter. Oh, screw it. I’m just going to tell a story. My story. Believe it or not, it’s up to you. I don’t care if you think it’s fiction or reality.
  So, I have a weird ability. I guess it’s just best to start with that. Get it out in the open. That’s what makes me and my story interesting after all.
  I discovered it about the time most guys are seriously exploring their junk for the first time. I mean, I’m not that different from most guys, right? You start having erections and suddenly your cock is the center of your world. Then you discover masturbation and you’ve got a brand new, practically all-consuming hobby. Well, that was my experience anyway.
    And I figure that as soon as you hit this stage, practically all guys have a sense that bigger is better. You might not be sure what counts as “big enough” and even less sure how big is actually “big” by any kind of objective measure. But what you do know is that as big as you are, you feel like you ought to be bigger.
    If you’re reading this and you’re a guy, did you ever beg your cock to grow? Did you ever get really hard and focus as if willing it to get bigger would actually make it swell?
    Well, what if that actually worked? How big would you go?
    More importantly, how big would you go if you knew that you could never go back? You couldn’t then turn around and make it shrink?
    At a pretty early age, I discovered I had that power and I had to grapple with that question.
    Again, believe me or not. That’s up to you. And I’m not going to go posting proof or anything. I don’t actually want that kind of attention and I’m willing to bet most folks will cry “Photoshop” or insist I’ve got some kind of rubber dong stuck to my crotch.
    How big am I now? Well, that would be “spoilers” and I’m telling this story.
    I won’t say how old I was when I figured out I could do this but it was a while ago. I’d been stroking it to the biggest tits I could find on the internet and as I sat there at my absolute hardest, I stared at my cock and thought with all my might “Grow… Grow…” over and over. Suddenly, it obeyed!
    To say I was freaked out is an understatement. I wasn’t huge by any measure at the time. Shy of five inches anyway. But in that moment, I could feel and see myself growing longer and thicker, still as hard as a steel rod. At the same time, my balls were swelling up too. And it is always them swelling together. It’s the definition of a “package deal” apparently. And it’s not like I haven’t experimented with trying to get just my dick or my balls to grow. I don’t know how or why this works at all really, but I at least know that much.
    But yeah, out of nowhere, my “meat and two veg” was becoming even more of a meal. I was so freaked out that I immediately went as soft as a teddy bear. It was days before I dared to jerk off again and weeks before I even considered trying out my new ability for a second time.
    When I did, I was armed with a ruler and the results of my Google search about “average penis size.” I wasn’t greedy or anything. I basically just wanted to make sure I was at least above average. With the internet’s help, I gave myself a raging hard-on and measured up. It turned out that my first experiment with penis expansion had pushed me over the five-inch mark and squarely into “average” territory. Well, I couldn’t stop there, now could I?
    Holding the ruler against my throbbing shaft as a guide, I once again commanded my cock to grow and this time I made sure to savor the experience. I moaned softly as I felt myself stretch and swell, feeling the weight of my balls increase as they too slowly ballooned. I gasped as I saw my straining dick hit six thick inches, my testicles as big as hen’s eggs.
    Stopping to catch my breath, I for the first time decided to see just how permanent this would be. “Shrink… Shrink… Shrink…,” I thought at my cock. It refused to obey. “Smaller… Smaller… Smaller…,” I willed, thinking maybe a different “magic word” would be the ticket. “Tiny?” I tried. “Minuscule?” I pondered. “Deflate?” I proposed. Nothing.
    The goober of a nerd that I was, I actually thought to myself, “With great power there must also come great responsibility.”
    As tempted as I was to keep going (and growing) ad nauseam, I didn’t want to become so big that I couldn’t actually fuck anyone. According to my research though, I was still more or less within the “average” range. I was young and horny so I couldn’t very well leave things there. Rubbing and ogling myself back to a full stiffy, I pushed my cock to keep growing until I was just over six-and-a-half inches long. Satisfied with my work, I finished myself off and went back about my day.
    These days, people talk about having “Big Dick Energy” and I had that in spades. Packing a hefty cock and knowing I could make it bigger at a few moments’ notice was the kind of confidence boost most people wish they could lay claim to. With my secret in the back of my mind, I found I was putting myself out there socially, working out, excelling at sports, pulling down good grades. I was a pretty popular guy overall. And gradually word got out about what I was packing…
    So, at six-and-a-half inches, I wasn’t a slouch but it wasn’t the kind of crazy huge that would attract a lot of attention, say in the locker room. And it wasn’t like I was flaunting it or anything. But you can probably guess that I wasn’t going to stay that size forever.
    Really, it was a combination of factors that made me keep pushing myself bigger and bigger. For one thing, I pretty quickly discovered that cumming during a growth spurt felt absolutely astonishing, like a normal orgasm but turned up to 11. For another, I had a steady stream of girlfriends and I liked showing off for them. I never straight-up told them that I could make myself grow at will but I’d occasionally push myself just a tiny bit bigger while they were looking. And I said that orgasming while growing felt amazing? Growing while orgasming while fucking your girlfriend and feeling her pussy tighen around you as you stuffed her even more thoroughly was absolutely mindbendingly glorious.
    A side effect of all of this was that I did gain the reputation I alluded to. That notoriety began to attract women, many of whom were my own age but a bunch who were older, who were self-professed “size queens.” Combine their encouragement with my youth, ability, and horned-up hormones, and the inches were gradually packed on. Hell, fucking size queens make you lose all perspective of what’s really “big” anyway. A year into college and I was swinging a solid foot of man-meat when hard. My balls had kept pace and swelled to the size of tennis balls. A happy side effect of my “capacity” was that my orgasms frequently stretched for half a minute as I blasted a full bukkake session’s worth of jizz.
    But the women I was attracting adored my size. Even if they couldn’t accommodate me when we started seeing each other, they’d take it slowly and gradually, training themselves to fit enough of my giant member inside them to satisfy us both. You’d be surprised at the depth of achievement some girls will experience being able to ride the biggest dick they’d ever seen. And hell, once they’d gotten used to me, they’d cry out for more, bigger, thicker, deeper, longer… And I couldn’t help delivering. That was how I allowed myself to get to that footlong achievement.
    Swinging that kind of pipe finally made me realize that I had to exercise a little restraint. Even soft, between my thick cock and giant balls, my package was impossible to conceal. Get an erection and I’d find myself struggling to hide the thing as it snaked down my pant leg. If my jeans were tight enough, it would even get hard to walk as the thing strained against the fabric and tried to pull my thigh upward until it pointed into the air like I was Captain fucking Morgan striking a pose. Really, I loved being a sexual freak of nature but it was the basic practical considerations of life that convinced me to finally swear off growing.

My mistake was falling in love.

  Sherri was in my year at college and we’d met within the first month we’d arrived on campus. We didn’t start dating immediately because I was too busy plowing (literally) through a huge swath of the institution’s female student body as well as a significant percentage of the local population. I think I didn’t immediately pursue her, honestly, because I liked her far too much. If we started dating, I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be fling and wasn’t ready to tame my wild python yet.
  Most of the way through sophomore year though, we finally realized this thing was going to happen and decided to take the plunge. She’d heard the rumors and seen Jake through my trousers on plenty of occasions but... Oh, Jake? Yeah, I named it. I’m not a wrestling fan or anything, but “Jake the Snake” seemed too perfect a moniker not to apply. Anyway, the first time she actually saw Jake in his full glory, she damned near passed out. I haven’t really mentioned it but aside from being long, I was also pretty girthy. Hard, I was about as big around as a Coke can. And I guess the throbbing veins would have been pretty intimidating too.
  Thankfully, Sherri wasn’t a small woman. Oh, she wasn’t overweight or fat or anything. I’m about six feet tall and she wasn’t much shorter than me. She also had a rockin’ pair of tits, one of the biggest pairs I’d seen on campus. She wasn’t shy about her body either and didn’t hesitate to advertise that they were K-cuppers and made all of the most obvious jokes about it. Much bigger, she occasionally said, and she’d be completely unable to buy commercial bras. She also had what I’d tease her about as being “childbearing hips.”
    I like to think it was those hips combined with her height that ultimately meant that she was able to take me at all. As it was, it required months of practice, training, stretching, and slow, tentative lovemaking for us to get to the point of having proper, enthusiastic sex. Once we did though, it was glorious. I was regularly fucking my best friend who also happened to be a tall, busty, blonde with a round ass you could bounce a quarter off of and doing it with the biggest cock anyone I’d been with had ever seen.
    So, I said earlier that my mistake was falling in love. More specifically, my mistake was allowing myself to become so comfortable and enamored with the woman I loved to tell her my secret. Of course, she didn’t believe me at first. She badgered me about it for weeks until I finally agreed to a test. I let her get me as hard as humanly possible and measure me on several occasions before we’d do the horizontal tango. Then when it came time for the actual demonstration, she got me hard enough to cut diamond and brought out the measuring tape again. For the first time in months, I urged myself to grow and added between a quarter and a half of an inch. You know, enough for her to notice.
    Immediately, her jaw dropped and she practically leapt on top of me, pussy first. With a level of desire I’d never seen from her before, she immediately impaled herself on my giant cock. With the added size, this meant a not-inconsiderable amount of pain but she powered through it for some of the most frantic and intense lovemaking I’d ever experienced. The old me almost took over and it was all I could do to keep myself from making my dick even bigger as I came buckets inside of her.
    That night created a monster. From that time on, Sherri was addicted to my cock and constantly encouraging me to make it even bigger. I’m entirely confident that if I’d done what she’d asked, she would have pushed me to grow to the absolute limit of what she could take and ruin herself for literally any other man on the planet. Thankfully though, I still had an awareness of the practical limitations and constraints of normal, everyday life. That said, the temptation to give into her was near constant and our grades suffered for it. I should have guessed even then that something had to give.
    The turning point came on her birthday. It was late in the spring as things were starting to warm up and summer felt like it was right around the corner. While I’d met Sherri’s parents, this was the first time I met her sister, who she invited to spend a few days on campus. If anything, Amelia was in some ways more stunning than her younger sis. While Sherri was tall, Amelia was Amazonian. She stood a remarkably athletic and well-formed 6’4” with a substantially bigger bust and an even fuller, rounder ass. I was, to put it mildly, gobsmacked. Still, I was faithful to and in what felt like love with Sherri. While I undoubtedly appreciated Amelia, that was all.
    For Sherri’s birthday, the three of us decided to spend a night in, drinking and watching movies. Amelia, being a few years older, was in the perfect position to buy us a substantial stock of beer, wine, and liquor to really enjoy the evening properly. As a matter of fact, the drinking started pretty early with all of us initially keeping pace. It happened so slowly that I didn’t notice at the time but gradually, they started pushing drinks on me and getting me substantially more inebriated than either of them. By the time they sent me out on a walk to pick up a pizza at the little Italian joint just off of campus, I found myself staggering back and forth for the whole trip.
    When I arrived back at Sherri’s dorm room, I opened the door to find myself greeted by both sisters stripped completely naked. My cock immediately surged to its full size, nearly ripping right through my pants. Miraculously, I managed to hold onto the pizza but before I could collect myself through the alcoholic haze clouding my mind, Sherri took the pizza and set it aside while Amelia guided me to the room’s single bed.
    “What’sh goin’ on?” I asked, slightly slurring my speech.
    “Just celebrating,” Sherri cooed, putting a bottle of cheap vodka to my lips. Not really thinking at this point, I took a sizable gulp.
    “Sis tells me you have quite the unique talent,” Amelia purred as the pair stripped me completely naked. “Fuck!” she gasped as my rod shot straight to attention once released from the confines of my underwear. “You weren’t exaggerating, Sher.”
    “You think I’d exaggerate about something like this?” she asked as she poured another slug of booze over my all-too-willing lips.
    “But why-?” I started to ask before my girlfriend shushed me.
    “It’s my birthday!” she smiled. “I’ve decided what I want for a gift and Amelia is going to share it with me.”
    “Yeah,” the bigger sister agreed. “I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever to meet you and see what you can do in person.”
    “Come on, lover,” Sherri coaxed, “You’ve been denying me for so long… Make Jake grow for me…” She ran a finger along the sensitive underside of my throbbing shaft.
    “Already so big…,” I muttered before yet more alcohol was sloshed liberally down my throat.
    “But it’s my birthday…,” my girlfriend pouted, making an exaggerated expression of mock disappointment. “It will make my sister really happy too.” At this, Amelia wrapped her basketball-sized tits around my painfully erect member and I damned near came on the spot.
    “Yeah, don’t disappoint both of us,” she grinned, leaning her head forward and licking the tip of my cock.
    “Aaaahhh,” I gasped, struggling to find some clarity in all this madness and pressure. But I’m only human and we all have limits. “Alright,” I conceded, “but only a little bit.” Despite just how drunk I was becoming, it was scarily easy to focus on my giant cock. “Jusht a tiny bit,” I slurred. I don’t know if it was an effect of the alcohol but I swore I’d never seen it grow that fast before. From about twelve-and-a-half inches, it quickly swelled to fourteen inches long and thicker than ever. My testicles kept pace, bulging to the size of baseballs.
    “God, yes!” Sherri cheered. “I need it inside of me now!” Just like the other time I grew for her, she practically tackled me with her snatch, gobbling my inhuman member faster than I would have thought possible. As her pelvis met mine, she let out a shriek of mingled pain and pleasure that had to have been audible throughout the entire dorm building. “Oh fuck!” she cried, “It hurts so good!” She ground her hips against mine. “It feels like you’re going to split me in half… And I fucking love it!”
    Meanwhile, Amelia was watching, apparently just as aroused as her sister by what was going on. Shoving one of her huge breasts at me, she practically commanded, “Suck on my nipple.”
    Beyond the point of arguing with anyone, I did as she demanded, squeezing and fondling her massive tits. I could feel an outrageously strong orgasm building as I struggled to hold on.
    Sherri was riding me like she was on a bucking bull at a rodeo, screaming about my size and moaning from the pleasure. We’d made love often enough that she could tell I was close to losing it and practically begged me through the orgasmic bliss, “Bigger… Bigger… C’mon! I wanna feel you grow inside me while you cum!”
    That was the last straw. Groaning through a mouthful of supple breast flesh, I came like a firehose and as I did, willed my colossal phallus to swell even larger. My girlfriend, shrieked louder than ever and I could see her actually lifted off my hips, an inch-and-a-half’s worth of the root of my cock visible and apparently unable to fit inside her now. My balls had bloated larger than softballs between my thighs.
    As my mind reeled, Amelia helped her younger sister off of me and my jaw dropped as my behemoth now-sixteen-inch ramrod lolled ponderously about in front of me. “Holy fuck…,” I gasped.
    “See!” Sherri accused as she struggled to catch her breath, “I knew you were holding back!”
    “Too big!” I said, “It’sh too big.” My speech was more than a little impeded at this point and my vocabulary severely limited. I tried to get up but Amelia pushed me back to the mattress.
    “I’ll be the judge of what’s too big,” she exclaimed, stroking my cock back to a full erection despite mere seconds having passed since I came.
    “You see,” my girlfriend explained, “Part of why I invited Amelia is that she’s always had a hard time finding guys big enough to satisfy her. I figure you won’t have any problems.”
    With that, the bigger sister straddled my throbbing, heavily veined manhood and took all of me deep inside her damp, hungry pussy in one fell swoop. “Ah!” she called out, having less trouble with me at this size than her sister had several inches ago. “Oh fuck!” she moaned, “I’ve never felt anywhere near this full!” Immediately, she started pumping up and down my shaft with even more passionate abandon than her little sis.
    “Thank you for my birthday present,” Sherri grinned as she leaned down to kiss me.
    “You’re welcome?” I muttered as she pulled away, having a hard time focusing on anything beyond the sensations running along my massive manhood. “Oh, fuck!” I groaned as her sister pounded her hips against mine.
    “Sher, I can take more,” Amelia moaned, “I want more… Please… It’s never been this good. Please make him grow again…” Her breasts were bouncing heavily on her chest, demanding my attention but this plea shook some sense into me.
    “No!” I asserted. “I’m already beyond fuckin’ gigantic…!”
    “But just imagine it…,” my size-queen girlfriend whispered in my ear. “You’ve got something no other man has… You’re special… Imagine your cock swelling bigger… Fuller… Harder… My sister is taking you just fine… Imagine really filling her up… Stretching her… Make her moan… Look at her and her huge, bouncing tits… Grow for her… You can feel it can’t you? Feel your cock swell longer… Thicker…”
    God help me, I couldn’t hold back against that kind of onslaught. My breath caught in my throat with a, “Hurk!” as I pushed my monstrous fuck-stick into utterly nonsensical realms of size.
    It was Amelia’s turn to emit a blood-curdling shriek as my manhood expanded to at least 18 inches long and as big around as a liter bottle of soda. My nuts swelled until they were almost as large as volleyballs. “I’m full!” she called out, tears running down her face from the pleasure. “Fuck! I’m finally being stretched wide!”
    It was only moments later that the two of us came in a thunderous wave of shouting, gasping, and grunting. My load was so enormous that it poured out of her and drenched most of the bed.
…
  It is at that point that my actual memories of that night end. For me, the next thing I knew, I was struggling to wake up despite a lingering buzz and a headache that felt like one continuous atomic explosion going off inside my skull.
  The first thing I noticed was a weight on my legs and something lying across my chest. I assumed it was one of the sisters laying on and draping an arm across me. Reaching down though, I met with a shocking discovery. “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”
  The growth apparently had not stopped with my ability to recall the events. Soft, my cock was about two feet long and as thick as a two-liter bottle. My testicles were… Well, they were something else entirely. They looked like a pair of fleshy basketballs in a loose burlap sack. “Jesus fucking Christ! What did you two do to me?!”
  Looking up from my grotesquely bloated junk, I finally took in the room around me. Or what was left of it. At first glance, it seemed like virtually every surface was covered in puddles and ropy strings of cum. That included most, if not all, of the ceiling. “You… two…?” I reiterated, looking all over for the duo that had taken full advantage of me the prior night. Strangely, they were nowhere to be found.
  Almost as if on cue, the door opened and the pair walked in carrying takeout from a local burger joint, several big bottles of water, and some soda. “Oh, good!” Sherri exclaimed, “You’re up. We were wondering how long you’d be asleep.”
  “Wait…,” I began, “What time is it?”
  “It’s like four o’clock in the afternoon.”
  “Four?! How fucking long was I asleep?”
  “At least twelve hours by our best guess,” my girlfriend shrugged. “We really lost track of time toward the end.”
  “That wasn’t all you lost track of,” I gestured with both hands at my mammoth tree trunk of a prick.
  Amelia stepped over gingerly, trying and failing to avoid stepping in my jizz. “If you think that’s impressive, wait until you see it woken up.” Saying this, she shoved her chest forward, practically enveloping my face in it. Stepping back, her attention drifted lower.
  Despite my physical discomfort and extreme annoyance, my cock began heaving to life. I say “heaving” because what formerly would have been a twitch had taken on a completely new quality. As we all stared, we could see my veins swelling and becoming more prominent down the length of my shaft as this monster of an appendage grew its way down toward my feet. “Shit…,” I gasped under my breath as what had formerly been two feet long, became three and rose into the air. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, but I could hear the girls reacting with excitement and longing next to me. As horrified as I was by the scene on some levels, I couldn’t help becoming more and more aroused, fueling my own tumescence.
  “Damn… It’s still going,” I said in amazement as my humongous man-meat extended up above my head and pointed at the ceiling. Reaching forward, I tried to wrap my hands around its girth and found that I couldn’t bring my fingers together. Tentatively, I reached up and stroked the supple skin of its underside and the sensation was a bolt of pleasure through my brain. “FUCK!” I cried out as my telephone pole prong wobbled ponderously and stiffened even more. As I reached back up to continue, Amelia grabbed my hand.
  “No,” she said gently but firmly. “We don’t want to have to clean up even more of that just now.”
  Looking at her frustratedly, I asked, “You’ve done any cleaning in here?” I jerked my head toward the center of the room.
  Sherri stepped around her sister and interview. “Yeah, it took hours just to get it to this point. And that includes what basically amount to half a dozen showers that each of us needed to take to get your cum off of us and out of our hair.”
  “Oh,” I said, feeling overwhelmed and bewildered.
  “Now, let’s create a clean surface and get some food in you. You’ve got to be famished.”
  The thing was, she was right. We ended up flipping the mattress over just to be able to have somewhere to sit and lay out the food that wasn’t soaked with my own juices. To do that, I had to stand for the first time with my enlarged junk. It wasn’t easy. It was heavy as hell and even as it went flaccid, my cock kept threatening to swing ponderously around and knock someone out any time I moved. My balls bobbled heavily against my thighs and kept pulling at my hips.
  With my “breakfast” laid out, I sat on one end of the bed manspreading like a motherfucker just to give myself some room and let my cock drape heavily to one side. Quickly, I devoured a couple of burgers and a cardboard sleeve and a half of fries. In between bites, I chugged down several bottles of water, chasing a few gulps with some over-the-counter painkillers and a multivitamin. I ate mostly in silence as the two women watched me, frequently gazing longingly at my cock.
  Finally full, satisfied, and feeling somewhat human again, I asked, “So, what now?”
  “We keep living our lives together?” Sherri offered optimistically.
  “I don’t know about that,” I said, my anger coming through. “You knew I was trying to stay at something like a manageable size. You know I can’t shrink this! I’m going to have to live with this thing forever now!”
  “And is that such a bad thing?” Amelia asked. “You really seemed to be enjoying yourself by the time we all passed out this morning.”
  “First, I don’t remember anything beyond the two of us fucking for the first? Or was it the only time?”
  The big sister grinned, “No, I got me some more of that monster before things got really crazy.”
  “Swell,” I muttered, sarcastically.
  “It sure did,” my girlfriend offered, attempting to lighten the mood.
  “Hardy-frickin’-har,” I grumbled. “How am I going to be able to live anything even approaching a normal life now?”
  “First of all,” Amelia began, “normal is overrated. I know it’s not much of a comparison but I’m six-and-a-half-feet-tall or more in heels, and build like some fetish artist’s wet dream.”
  “Well, same for me now, but a more extreme fetish artist on shrooms,” I snarled.
  “The point is,” Sherri piped up, “this is potentially a new adventure for you… For us.”
  She sounded hopeful when she said that. Honestly, I could see the woman I thought I’d loved… I still had feelings for… looking back at me. “I don’t know…,” I said. “I think I need some time… And some space.”
  “That’s fine,” my girlfriend responded, “I get that. What we did to you wasn’t fair. Do you want me to help you back to your dorm room?”
  “No,” I said, pointedly. “I’m going to need some clothes though before I can go anywhere. Not sure what the hell is going to fit over this though,” I gestured once again at the giant cock in front of me.
  “We thought of that,” Amelia offered and handed me a shopping bag I hadn’t noticed earlier.
  After sunset, I slowly waddled back to my dorm under cover of darkness wearing the biggest, baggiest pair of sweatpants I’d ever seen. That was two days ago and I haven’t seen my girlfriend or been out of my dorm since. What should I do? What would you do?
-- The End… For now --

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WARNING: This is a Penis Expansion story. If that's not your thing, turn back now.

  Do I have any regrets? Sure. Heck, everyone does. Not about the big stuff though. Well, not about the one big thing. I mean, my big thing. I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it at this point. I mean…
  Let’s start this over…
  I figured it would be an interesting exercise to tell my story. You know? To have a creative outlet? A kind of journal. Eh, “journaling” sounds corny though… So does keeping a diary for that matter. Oh, screw it. I’m just going to tell a story. My story. Believe it or not, it’s up to you. I don’t care if you think it’s fiction or reality.
  So, I have a weird ability. I guess it’s just best to start with that. Get it out in the open. That’s what makes me and my story interesting after all.
  I discovered it about the time most guys are seriously exploring their junk for the first time. I mean, I’m not that different from most guys, right? You start having erections and suddenly your cock is the center of your world. Then you discover masturbation and you’ve got a brand new, practically all-consuming hobby. Well, that was my experience anyway.
    And I figure that as soon as you hit this stage, practically all guys have a sense that bigger is better. You might not be sure what counts as “big enough” and even less sure how big is actually “big” by any kind of objective measure. But what you do know is that as big as you are, you feel like you ought to be bigger.
    If you’re reading this and you’re a guy, did you ever beg your cock to grow? Did you ever get really hard and focus as if willing it to get bigger would actually make it swell?
    Well, what if that actually worked? How big would you go?
    More importantly, how big would you go if you knew that you could never go back? You couldn’t then turn around and make it shrink?
    At a pretty early age, I discovered I had that power and I had to grapple with that question.
    Again, believe me or not. That’s up to you. And I’m not going to go posting proof or anything. I don’t actually want that kind of attention and I’m willing to bet most folks will cry “Photoshop” or insist I’ve got some kind of rubber dong stuck to my crotch.
    How big am I now? Well, that would be “spoilers” and I’m telling this story.
    I won’t say how old I was when I figured out I could do this but it was a while ago. I’d been stroking it to the biggest tits I could find on the internet and as I sat there at my absolute hardest, I stared at my cock and thought with all my might “Grow… Grow…” over and over. Suddenly, it obeyed!
    To say I was freaked out is an understatement. I wasn’t huge by any measure at the time. Shy of five inches anyway. But in that moment, I could feel and see myself growing longer and thicker, still as hard as a steel rod. At the same time, my balls were swelling up too. And it is always them swelling together. It’s the definition of a “package deal” apparently. And it’s not like I haven’t experimented with trying to get just my dick or my balls to grow. I don’t know how or why this works at all really, but I at least know that much.
    But yeah, out of nowhere, my “meat and two veg” was becoming even more of a meal. I was so freaked out that I immediately went as soft as a teddy bear. It was days before I dared to jerk off again and weeks before I even considered trying out my new ability for a second time.
    When I did, I was armed with a ruler and the results of my Google search about “average penis size.” I wasn’t greedy or anything. I basically just wanted to make sure I was at least above average. With the internet’s help, I gave myself a raging hard-on and measured up. It turned out that my first experiment with penis expansion had pushed me over the five-inch mark and squarely into “average” territory. Well, I couldn’t stop there, now could I?
    Holding the ruler against my throbbing shaft as a guide, I once again commanded my cock to grow and this time I made sure to savor the experience. I moaned softly as I felt myself stretch and swell, feeling the weight of my balls increase as they too slowly ballooned. I gasped as I saw my straining dick hit six thick inches, my testicles as big as hen’s eggs.
    Stopping to catch my breath, I for the first time decided to see just how permanent this would be. “Shrink… Shrink… Shrink…,” I thought at my cock. It refused to obey. “Smaller… Smaller… Smaller…,” I willed, thinking maybe a different “magic word” would be the ticket. “Tiny?” I tried. “Minuscule?” I pondered. “Deflate?” I proposed. Nothing.
    The goober of a nerd that I was, I actually thought to myself, “With great power there must also come great responsibility.”
    As tempted as I was to keep going (and growing) ad nauseam, I didn’t want to become so big that I couldn’t actually fuck anyone. According to my research though, I was still more or less within the “average” range. I was young and horny so I couldn’t very well leave things there. Rubbing and ogling myself back to a full stiffy, I pushed my cock to keep growing until I was just over six-and-a-half inches long. Satisfied with my work, I finished myself off and went back about my day.
    These days, people talk about having “Big Dick Energy” and I had that in spades. Packing a hefty cock and knowing I could make it bigger at a few moments’ notice was the kind of confidence boost most people wish they could lay claim to. With my secret in the back of my mind, I found I was putting myself out there socially, working out, excelling at sports, pulling down good grades. I was a pretty popular guy overall. And gradually word got out about what I was packing…
    So, at six-and-a-half inches, I wasn’t a slouch but it wasn’t the kind of crazy huge that would attract a lot of attention, say in the locker room. And it wasn’t like I was flaunting it or anything. But you can probably guess that I wasn’t going to stay that size forever.
    Really, it was a combination of factors that made me keep pushing myself bigger and bigger. For one thing, I pretty quickly discovered that cumming during a growth spurt felt absolutely astonishing, like a normal orgasm but turned up to 11. For another, I had a steady stream of girlfriends and I liked showing off for them. I never straight-up told them that I could make myself grow at will but I’d occasionally push myself just a tiny bit bigger while they were looking. And I said that orgasming while growing felt amazing? Growing while orgasming while fucking your girlfriend and feeling her pussy tighen around you as you stuffed her even more thoroughly was absolutely mindbendingly glorious.
    A side effect of all of this was that I did gain the reputation I alluded to. That notoriety began to attract women, many of whom were my own age but a bunch who were older, who were self-professed “size queens.” Combine their encouragement with my youth, ability, and horned-up hormones, and the inches were gradually packed on. Hell, fucking size queens make you lose all perspective of what’s really “big” anyway. A year into college and I was swinging a solid foot of man-meat when hard. My balls had kept pace and swelled to the size of tennis balls. A happy side effect of my “capacity” was that my orgasms frequently stretched for half a minute as I blasted a full bukkake session’s worth of jizz.
    But the women I was attracting adored my size. Even if they couldn’t accommodate me when we started seeing each other, they’d take it slowly and gradually, training themselves to fit enough of my giant member inside them to satisfy us both. You’d be surprised at the depth of achievement some girls will experience being able to ride the biggest dick they’d ever seen. And hell, once they’d gotten used to me, they’d cry out for more, bigger, thicker, deeper, longer… And I couldn’t help delivering. That was how I allowed myself to get to that footlong achievement.
    Swinging that kind of pipe finally made me realize that I had to exercise a little restraint. Even soft, between my thick cock and giant balls, my package was impossible to conceal. Get an erection and I’d find myself struggling to hide the thing as it snaked down my pant leg. If my jeans were tight enough, it would even get hard to walk as the thing strained against the fabric and tried to pull my thigh upward until it pointed into the air like I was Captain fucking Morgan striking a pose. Really, I loved being a sexual freak of nature but it was the basic practical considerations of life that convinced me to finally swear off growing.

My mistake was falling in love.

  Sherri was in my year at college and we’d met within the first month we’d arrived on campus. We didn’t start dating immediately because I was too busy plowing (literally) through a huge swath of the institution’s female student body as well as a significant percentage of the local population. I think I didn’t immediately pursue her, honestly, because I liked her far too much. If we started dating, I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be fling and wasn’t ready to tame my wild python yet.
  Most of the way through sophomore year though, we finally realized this thing was going to happen and decided to take the plunge. She’d heard the rumors and seen Jake through my trousers on plenty of occasions but... Oh, Jake? Yeah, I named it. I’m not a wrestling fan or anything, but “Jake the Snake” seemed too perfect a moniker not to apply. Anyway, the first time she actually saw Jake in his full glory, she damned near passed out. I haven’t really mentioned it but aside from being long, I was also pretty girthy. Hard, I was about as big around as a Coke can. And I guess the throbbing veins would have been pretty intimidating too.
  Thankfully, Sherri wasn’t a small woman. Oh, she wasn’t overweight or fat or anything. I’m about six feet tall and she wasn’t much shorter than me. She also had a rockin’ pair of tits, one of the biggest pairs I’d seen on campus. She wasn’t shy about her body either and didn’t hesitate to advertise that they were K-cuppers and made all of the most obvious jokes about it. Much bigger, she occasionally said, and she’d be completely unable to buy commercial bras. She also had what I’d tease her about as being “childbearing hips.”
    I like to think it was those hips combined with her height that ultimately meant that she was able to take me at all. As it was, it required months of practice, training, stretching, and slow, tentative lovemaking for us to get to the point of having proper, enthusiastic sex. Once we did though, it was glorious. I was regularly fucking my best friend who also happened to be a tall, busty, blonde with a round ass you could bounce a quarter off of and doing it with the biggest cock anyone I’d been with had ever seen.
    So, I said earlier that my mistake was falling in love. More specifically, my mistake was allowing myself to become so comfortable and enamored with the woman I loved to tell her my secret. Of course, she didn’t believe me at first. She badgered me about it for weeks until I finally agreed to a test. I let her get me as hard as humanly possible and measure me on several occasions before we’d do the horizontal tango. Then when it came time for the actual demonstration, she got me hard enough to cut diamond and brought out the measuring tape again. For the first time in months, I urged myself to grow and added between a quarter and a half of an inch. You know, enough for her to notice.
    Immediately, her jaw dropped and she practically leapt on top of me, pussy first. With a level of desire I’d never seen from her before, she immediately impaled herself on my giant cock. With the added size, this meant a not-inconsiderable amount of pain but she powered through it for some of the most frantic and intense lovemaking I’d ever experienced. The old me almost took over and it was all I could do to keep myself from making my dick even bigger as I came buckets inside of her.
    That night created a monster. From that time on, Sherri was addicted to my cock and constantly encouraging me to make it even bigger. I’m entirely confident that if I’d done what she’d asked, she would have pushed me to grow to the absolute limit of what she could take and ruin herself for literally any other man on the planet. Thankfully though, I still had an awareness of the practical limitations and constraints of normal, everyday life. That said, the temptation to give into her was near constant and our grades suffered for it. I should have guessed even then that something had to give.
    The turning point came on her birthday. It was late in the spring as things were starting to warm up and summer felt like it was right around the corner. While I’d met Sherri’s parents, this was the first time I met her sister, who she invited to spend a few days on campus. If anything, Amelia was in some ways more stunning than her younger sis. While Sherri was tall, Amelia was Amazonian. She stood a remarkably athletic and well-formed 6’4” with a substantially bigger bust and an even fuller, rounder ass. I was, to put it mildly, gobsmacked. Still, I was faithful to and in what felt like love with Sherri. While I undoubtedly appreciated Amelia, that was all.
    For Sherri’s birthday, the three of us decided to spend a night in, drinking and watching movies. Amelia, being a few years older, was in the perfect position to buy us a substantial stock of beer, wine, and liquor to really enjoy the evening properly. As a matter of fact, the drinking started pretty early with all of us initially keeping pace. It happened so slowly that I didn’t notice at the time but gradually, they started pushing drinks on me and getting me substantially more inebriated than either of them. By the time they sent me out on a walk to pick up a pizza at the little Italian joint just off of campus, I found myself staggering back and forth for the whole trip.
    When I arrived back at Sherri’s dorm room, I opened the door to find myself greeted by both sisters stripped completely naked. My cock immediately surged to its full size, nearly ripping right through my pants. Miraculously, I managed to hold onto the pizza but before I could collect myself through the alcoholic haze clouding my mind, Sherri took the pizza and set it aside while Amelia guided me to the room’s single bed.
    “What’sh goin’ on?” I asked, slightly slurring my speech.
    “Just celebrating,” Sherri cooed, putting a bottle of cheap vodka to my lips. Not really thinking at this point, I took a sizable gulp.
    “Sis tells me you have quite the unique talent,” Amelia purred as the pair stripped me completely naked. “Fuck!” she gasped as my rod shot straight to attention once released from the confines of my underwear. “You weren’t exaggerating, Sher.”
    “You think I’d exaggerate about something like this?” she asked as she poured another slug of booze over my all-too-willing lips.
    “But why-?” I started to ask before my girlfriend shushed me.
    “It’s my birthday!” she smiled. “I’ve decided what I want for a gift and Amelia is going to share it with me.”
    “Yeah,” the bigger sister agreed. “I’ve been waiting for what feels like forever to meet you and see what you can do in person.”
    “Come on, lover,” Sherri coaxed, “You’ve been denying me for so long… Make Jake grow for me…” She ran a finger along the sensitive underside of my throbbing shaft.
    “Already so big…,” I muttered before yet more alcohol was sloshed liberally down my throat.
    “But it’s my birthday…,” my girlfriend pouted, making an exaggerated expression of mock disappointment. “It will make my sister really happy too.” At this, Amelia wrapped her basketball-sized tits around my painfully erect member and I damned near came on the spot.
    “Yeah, don’t disappoint both of us,” she grinned, leaning her head forward and licking the tip of my cock.
    “Aaaahhh,” I gasped, struggling to find some clarity in all this madness and pressure. But I’m only human and we all have limits. “Alright,” I conceded, “but only a little bit.” Despite just how drunk I was becoming, it was scarily easy to focus on my giant cock. “Jusht a tiny bit,” I slurred. I don’t know if it was an effect of the alcohol but I swore I’d never seen it grow that fast before. From about twelve-and-a-half inches, it quickly swelled to fourteen inches long and thicker than ever. My testicles kept pace, bulging to the size of baseballs.
    “God, yes!” Sherri cheered. “I need it inside of me now!” Just like the other time I grew for her, she practically tackled me with her snatch, gobbling my inhuman member faster than I would have thought possible. As her pelvis met mine, she let out a shriek of mingled pain and pleasure that had to have been audible throughout the entire dorm building. “Oh fuck!” she cried, “It hurts so good!” She ground her hips against mine. “It feels like you’re going to split me in half… And I fucking love it!”
    Meanwhile, Amelia was watching, apparently just as aroused as her sister by what was going on. Shoving one of her huge breasts at me, she practically commanded, “Suck on my nipple.”
    Beyond the point of arguing with anyone, I did as she demanded, squeezing and fondling her massive tits. I could feel an outrageously strong orgasm building as I struggled to hold on.
    Sherri was riding me like she was on a bucking bull at a rodeo, screaming about my size and moaning from the pleasure. We’d made love often enough that she could tell I was close to losing it and practically begged me through the orgasmic bliss, “Bigger… Bigger… C’mon! I wanna feel you grow inside me while you cum!”
    That was the last straw. Groaning through a mouthful of supple breast flesh, I came like a firehose and as I did, willed my colossal phallus to swell even larger. My girlfriend, shrieked louder than ever and I could see her actually lifted off my hips, an inch-and-a-half’s worth of the root of my cock visible and apparently unable to fit inside her now. My balls had bloated larger than softballs between my thighs.
    As my mind reeled, Amelia helped her younger sister off of me and my jaw dropped as my behemoth now-sixteen-inch ramrod lolled ponderously about in front of me. “Holy fuck…,” I gasped.
    “See!” Sherri accused as she struggled to catch her breath, “I knew you were holding back!”
    “Too big!” I said, “It’sh too big.” My speech was more than a little impeded at this point and my vocabulary severely limited. I tried to get up but Amelia pushed me back to the mattress.
    “I’ll be the judge of what’s too big,” she exclaimed, stroking my cock back to a full erection despite mere seconds having passed since I came.
    “You see,” my girlfriend explained, “Part of why I invited Amelia is that she’s always had a hard time finding guys big enough to satisfy her. I figure you won’t have any problems.”
    With that, the bigger sister straddled my throbbing, heavily veined manhood and took all of me deep inside her damp, hungry pussy in one fell swoop. “Ah!” she called out, having less trouble with me at this size than her sister had several inches ago. “Oh fuck!” she moaned, “I’ve never felt anywhere near this full!” Immediately, she started pumping up and down my shaft with even more passionate abandon than her little sis.
    “Thank you for my birthday present,” Sherri grinned as she leaned down to kiss me.
    “You’re welcome?” I muttered as she pulled away, having a hard time focusing on anything beyond the sensations running along my massive manhood. “Oh, fuck!” I groaned as her sister pounded her hips against mine.
    “Sher, I can take more,” Amelia moaned, “I want more… Please… It’s never been this good. Please make him grow again…” Her breasts were bouncing heavily on her chest, demanding my attention but this plea shook some sense into me.
    “No!” I asserted. “I’m already beyond fuckin’ gigantic…!”
    “But just imagine it…,” my size-queen girlfriend whispered in my ear. “You’ve got something no other man has… You’re special… Imagine your cock swelling bigger… Fuller… Harder… My sister is taking you just fine… Imagine really filling her up… Stretching her… Make her moan… Look at her and her huge, bouncing tits… Grow for her… You can feel it can’t you? Feel your cock swell longer… Thicker…”
    God help me, I couldn’t hold back against that kind of onslaught. My breath caught in my throat with a, “Hurk!” as I pushed my monstrous fuck-stick into utterly nonsensical realms of size.
    It was Amelia’s turn to emit a blood-curdling shriek as my manhood expanded to at least 18 inches long and as big around as a liter bottle of soda. My nuts swelled until they were almost as large as volleyballs. “I’m full!” she called out, tears running down her face from the pleasure. “Fuck! I’m finally being stretched wide!”
    It was only moments later that the two of us came in a thunderous wave of shouting, gasping, and grunting. My load was so enormous that it poured out of her and drenched most of the bed.
…
  It is at that point that my actual memories of that night end. For me, the next thing I knew, I was struggling to wake up despite a lingering buzz and a headache that felt like one continuous atomic explosion going off inside my skull.
  The first thing I noticed was a weight on my legs and something lying across my chest. I assumed it was one of the sisters laying on and draping an arm across me. Reaching down though, I met with a shocking discovery. “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”
  The growth apparently had not stopped with my ability to recall the events. Soft, my cock was about two feet long and as thick as a two-liter bottle. My testicles were… Well, they were something else entirely. They looked like a pair of fleshy basketballs in a loose burlap sack. “Jesus fucking Christ! What did you two do to me?!”
  Looking up from my grotesquely bloated junk, I finally took in the room around me. Or what was left of it. At first glance, it seemed like virtually every surface was covered in puddles and ropy strings of cum. That included most, if not all, of the ceiling. “You… two…?” I reiterated, looking all over for the duo that had taken full advantage of me the prior night. Strangely, they were nowhere to be found.
  Almost as if on cue, the door opened and the pair walked in carrying takeout from a local burger joint, several big bottles of water, and some soda. “Oh, good!” Sherri exclaimed, “You’re up. We were wondering how long you’d be asleep.”
  “Wait…,” I began, “What time is it?”
  “It’s like four o’clock in the afternoon.”
  “Four?! How fucking long was I asleep?”
  “At least twelve hours by our best guess,” my girlfriend shrugged. “We really lost track of time toward the end.”
  “That wasn’t all you lost track of,” I gestured with both hands at my mammoth tree trunk of a prick.
  Amelia stepped over gingerly, trying and failing to avoid stepping in my jizz. “If you think that’s impressive, wait until you see it woken up.” Saying this, she shoved her chest forward, practically enveloping my face in it. Stepping back, her attention drifted lower.
  Despite my physical discomfort and extreme annoyance, my cock began heaving to life. I say “heaving” because what formerly would have been a twitch had taken on a completely new quality. As we all stared, we could see my veins swelling and becoming more prominent down the length of my shaft as this monster of an appendage grew its way down toward my feet. “Shit…,” I gasped under my breath as what had formerly been two feet long, became three and rose into the air. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, but I could hear the girls reacting with excitement and longing next to me. As horrified as I was by the scene on some levels, I couldn’t help becoming more and more aroused, fueling my own tumescence.
  “Damn… It’s still going,” I said in amazement as my humongous man-meat extended up above my head and pointed at the ceiling. Reaching forward, I tried to wrap my hands around its girth and found that I couldn’t bring my fingers together. Tentatively, I reached up and stroked the supple skin of its underside and the sensation was a bolt of pleasure through my brain. “FUCK!” I cried out as my telephone pole prong wobbled ponderously and stiffened even more. As I reached back up to continue, Amelia grabbed my hand.
  “No,” she said gently but firmly. “We don’t want to have to clean up even more of that just now.”
  Looking at her frustratedly, I asked, “You’ve done any cleaning in here?” I jerked my head toward the center of the room.
  Sherri stepped around her sister and interview. “Yeah, it took hours just to get it to this point. And that includes what basically amount to half a dozen showers that each of us needed to take to get your cum off of us and out of our hair.”
  “Oh,” I said, feeling overwhelmed and bewildered.
  “Now, let’s create a clean surface and get some food in you. You’ve got to be famished.”
  The thing was, she was right. We ended up flipping the mattress over just to be able to have somewhere to sit and lay out the food that wasn’t soaked with my own juices. To do that, I had to stand for the first time with my enlarged junk. It wasn’t easy. It was heavy as hell and even as it went flaccid, my cock kept threatening to swing ponderously around and knock someone out any time I moved. My balls bobbled heavily against my thighs and kept pulling at my hips.
  With my “breakfast” laid out, I sat on one end of the bed manspreading like a motherfucker just to give myself some room and let my cock drape heavily to one side. Quickly, I devoured a couple of burgers and a cardboard sleeve and a half of fries. In between bites, I chugged down several bottles of water, chasing a few gulps with some over-the-counter painkillers and a multivitamin. I ate mostly in silence as the two women watched me, frequently gazing longingly at my cock.
  Finally full, satisfied, and feeling somewhat human again, I asked, “So, what now?”
  “We keep living our lives together?” Sherri offered optimistically.
  “I don’t know about that,” I said, my anger coming through. “You knew I was trying to stay at something like a manageable size. You know I can’t shrink this! I’m going to have to live with this thing forever now!”
  “And is that such a bad thing?” Amelia asked. “You really seemed to be enjoying yourself by the time we all passed out this morning.”
  “First, I don’t remember anything beyond the two of us fucking for the first? Or was it the only time?”
  The big sister grinned, “No, I got me some more of that monster before things got really crazy.”
  “Swell,” I muttered, sarcastically.
  “It sure did,” my girlfriend offered, attempting to lighten the mood.
  “Hardy-frickin’-har,” I grumbled. “How am I going to be able to live anything even approaching a normal life now?”
  “First of all,” Amelia began, “normal is overrated. I know it’s not much of a comparison but I’m six-and-a-half-feet-tall or more in heels, and build like some fetish artist’s wet dream.”
  “Well, same for me now, but a more extreme fetish artist on shrooms,” I snarled.
  “The point is,” Sherri piped up, “this is potentially a new adventure for you… For us.”
  She sounded hopeful when she said that. Honestly, I could see the woman I thought I’d loved… I still had feelings for… looking back at me. “I don’t know…,” I said. “I think I need some time… And some space.”
  “That’s fine,” my girlfriend responded, “I get that. What we did to you wasn’t fair. Do you want me to help you back to your dorm room?”
  “No,” I said, pointedly. “I’m going to need some clothes though before I can go anywhere. Not sure what the hell is going to fit over this though,” I gestured once again at the giant cock in front of me.
  “We thought of that,” Amelia offered and handed me a shopping bag I hadn’t noticed earlier.
  After sunset, I slowly waddled back to my dorm under cover of darkness wearing the biggest, baggiest pair of sweatpants I’d ever seen. That was two days ago and I haven’t seen my girlfriend or been out of my dorm since. What should I do? What would you do?
-- The End… For now --