I just smiled back at him. “Enjoy your new equipment!. We both laughed.
Then there was a moment of silence. With the knowledge of what I might be able to do with the pen, our minds raced with things we could try and yet we blanked out by the sheer scope of possibilities.
Luke sat down on my couch. We looked at each other. After a moment he asked, “Have you tried just words?” I didn’t know immediately what he was up to. “I mean, have you tried writing down a sentence, and then see whether it becomes real?”
I agreed I haven’t thought about that. I grabbed a piece of paper. “Well, since you got your end of the bargain, it’s time for me,” I said grinning.
Luke laughed. “Well go ahead!”
I wrote, “I have the biggest dick of all men on the planet.”
When I told Luke he just smirked and said, “Well, all that grandeur just for you—you’ll likely just be a bit bigger than me!”
I swallowed my piece of paper. Nothing happened. Luke, on the other hand, sensed something odd. “Did you add anything you didn’t tell me about?” he asked. I shook my head. We both waited a bit—nothing happened for a while until something started buzzing like crazy.
Ah—there it was. My smartphone had fallen between one of the couch’s cushions. I grabbed it and looked at about 70 notifications from various news-apps I’d installed. “Dick-down crisis”, “Wrath of God”, “Equality for all men” news reports said. There were several live-streams of porn stars who panicked or flat-out were in tears; some prayed to God. Some had already uploaded their “transformation” on different websites. I expected even more backlash, yet seemingly the percentage of men better endowed than 19x6cm wasn’t as high. My statement appeared to have every men’s penis altered in a way it was smaller than mine! I officially now had the biggest one in the world—just not the way I intended it.
I realized that might include present company. “Luke, check your new one, please.”
Luke went to the bathroom and yelled “What the hell?!” When he came back, he said: “Well, it’s like 18,9cm now—that’s about what I had going before.”
I ignored this and simply thought silently, “Okay, so writing a statement does work—but it takes things very literally. I will have to be very careful with that option, perhaps drawing some things might remain the better option.”
“Change it back, Nils!” Luke was saying. The only problem I had was how I’d formulate it. We had all the time in the world, and yet none of it. I had an idea.
“Wait, I have to experiment a bit further,” I said to Luke. I took another piece of paper and drew two boxes next to each other. I drew a stickman in the left, dialling up a number. I named him Daniel. In the other box I drew a stickman with my name next to it, picking up a call. I swallowed my cartoon.
After about a minute, my cell phone rang. I picked it up. It wasn’t the Daniel I thought about, but some Irish guy, very confused. But he said his name was Daniel too. So, there’s that. Still a very literal realisation of my drawing. But this little experiment opened up an entire new scope of possibilities. I hung up and said, “Luke, I have found an entirely new way to help us.” Actions seem to have a priority to appearance. I didn’t become a stickman (phew!). But it also meant that I could draw abstractly and still have a result.
Yet still, we weren’t sure about when all that magic could go wrong. Knowing I might end up with a temporal inconsistency or a case of a time-loop (If I undid my statement, would I know I undid it?) I tried to come up with a more elegant solution.
If I made everybody totally forget the last 15 minutes, that would have such a huge effect, I wouldn’t have wanted to know the outcome. So, this was out of question. Also, it wouldn’t have gotten rid of the media.
If I simply reversed my statement, people would have still known that something odd was happening, so this wouldn’t have worked out as well.
Luke and I discussed. He then looked at me. “I think I might have an idea. But you won’t like it.” He explained, and I took out a big sheet of paper and started drawing another comic.
In the comic, I made everybody except us oblivious to all the dick altering stuff, without altering the timeline. People wouldn’t even be able to think about it. I made sure every piece of media was altered or erased and made people oblivious to that as well. It was our only option. And finally, I undid my statement by having me cough up only the piece of paper I wrote it on. Why? If I simply undid it, I would never have been able to use it again. Also, it would have been a paradox. You can’t have and not have the biggest dick on earth at the same time. God knows what would happen then. It was a long shot, but I tried. I got in the zone, looking troubled and stressed, and finished my drawing. Luke looked at me with an expression of hope and worry.
After swallowing this comic, I started feeling sick. Eventually, as I probably made all noises a cat would do throwing up a furball and coughed out the offending piece of paper—super-unpleasant by the way—Luke felt his dick growing back. No feedback from the media whatsoever. Everything gone. It worked. I sighed. “Let’s hope I’ll never have to do that again…” In retrospect, there would have been other options to solve the issue, but without it, I wouldn’t have figured out this interaction with my drawings.
Luke and I fell on my couch. He giggled, feeling his huge cock flopping around in his boxers. “Glad to have you back,” he said to it.
But I somewhat referred it to me, and started to hug him. “What ever would I do without you?” Luke hugged me back, realizing I’ve been really scared.
“Now,” I said, “at least we know several things now. Words or sentences are taken literally, and use the consumer as the ultimate standard. Pure drawings are quite literal as well, but can be abstract. So specific features are prioritized. Actions have a higher priority to drawn features. Order of consumption matters. Undoing without negating is possible.”
Luke replied: “Quite a lot, but logical in a way. One more thing to test…” He stood up, took the pen himself and wrote “My hair colour will change to light blond” on a piece of paper, and swallowed it.
I panicked a bit. “Man! Don’t rush it! What have you written?” Luke said that I needn’t worry, that he only wanted to change his hair colour. He looked into his mirror, and started frowning. “Okay, so that doesn’t work then. Appears only you can use the pen effectively.”
And somehow, that relieved me. That was something I hadn’t thought about previously. So, I actually was in control. Exciting and scary at the same time.
We both went into the kitchen to grab something to eat and in order to chat a bit about what we should do next. We knew that it was actually not too bad to think a bit before changing things—not only could the consequences be catastrophic. Also where’s the fun in getting everything immediately?
At 6 p.m. Luke stood up and went to meet up with a couple of his friends, with whom I really don’t connect as well as he does. After all, I did need some me-time. “Well, I’ll go grab a few drinks with my boys, I’ll be home verrry late, so don’t do things I wouldn’t do,” Luke said to me with a kinky-ish weird grin.
“You gotta practise … whatever that face was,” I replied. Then he left, and I went back to my room.
And there I was. I stripped down naked and looked at my body. I was about 1,80m tall, and had a pretty normal build. The only bigger thing now was my cock. I sat down and contemplated about what exactly I’d like to draw. Well, I still did want a bigger prick, so I started doodling about, until I found was I was looking for.
I started jerking off, basically saying good-bye to the current form of my already enhanced member. I ran my fingers along my shaft, feeling the extra weight and length I had accidentally added just hours ago and the difference was already remarkable. I shuddered and enjoyed every new centimetre of my bigger prick. Looking at my picture laying ready I was so turned on and in wonder how that might feel that I came hard. Multiple streams of spunk flew across the table in an orgasm so intense, I was quite surprised. “If this rather small change already had this much of an effect…” I thought.
I went back to my drawing, and still added some more details. I added some pubes to my groin, and made my balls look more voluminous. Also, I added some motion lines to highlight its pulsing and rigidity. In theory, this piece of meat would be incredible—but I didn’t add any words to it, just to be safe. I could add something whenever I wanted anyhow. I took a deep breath, scrunched the image into a ball, ate it, and laid down on the couch.
After about a minute, I saw it happening. My cock slowly got hard again, but this time, I could feel every heartbeat, every step of it getting bigger—I guess those motion lines showed their effect. I grabbed it, feeling it pulsate heavily and steadily. With every second that passed, I felt hornier and hornier. This time, I saw it actually happen, which was the biggest turn-on I could have thought of. I grabbed a ruler, and placed it next to my growing member. I was at 21cm now. It now took both my hands. “Fuck, I am going to become so fucking massive,” I thought. The thought of it just made me almost come again.
I slowly jerked off further, but I wanted to experience the full thing before blowing. Every fucking millimetre of my new cock provided me with shocks of pleasure. But I wasn’t done. I measured again. Pulse by pulse, I cracked the 25cm mark. Then 26cm. Then 27cm. My veins were popping out more and more, making my cock look violently hard and heavy. A gush of pre-escaped me, coating my colossal cock and turning me on further and further.
I stood up, and was surprised by how heavy my new equipment already felt. I let my cock flop left to right, up and down, and I started massaging my already bigger balls. I began tensing up my lower body. Every motion, every move just felt powerful. I held my dick up—it was already way past my bellybutton. I sat down again and… yes, I was very able to suck myself off now. I took in my huge head and slowly licked off my own pre. And still, I was growing. Again I measured. I was at 33cm x 6cm now. I might now probably have had owned the biggest cock in human history.
Then with a final push building up like another orgasm, I felt my prick reaching its final form. As I felt my cum reaching my super-thick and long member, it pulsated harder and harder. I was climaxing every part of the way, but each pulse just made my cock longer and thicker – at 36,5cm x 6,7cm my transformation halted and I came violently. I felt a massive pump leaving the base of my monster, slowly but steadily making its way to the top. With both hands, I further stroked and stroked my giant dick and unreal amounts of spunk splattered against my body, my face, basically the entire room. I arched my back and rolled up my eyes out of pure ecstasy, pumping out more and more—feeling every drop tunneling its way up my shaft to be released with incredible force. After about a minute, I started sucking off my giant dick again, which slowly halted spurting more cum everywhere. I took in every last drop of my own enhanced cum and then head-on fell back onto my couch.
All I could muster was a simple “Fuck me”, as my cock slowly deflated back to a more manageable size. Now soft, I measured up at about 20cm x 5 cm. I was bigger soft than I was hard before. My prick lay dormant on my orange-sized balls, as I then also became pretty sleepy. I hid my pen and decided I’d have plenty of time to fool around more.
Little did I know a “prank” next day would actually make my life a lot easier.