I was certain that it had all been some weird dream. The whole night seemed a blur to me as I lay in my warm bed. Maybe I had had a few too many drinks, or someone had slipped me some hallucinogenic drug, causing me to trip balls all night. The memories, if they actually where that, moved through my mind: Seth, his massive muscles, and impossibly monstrous cock drilling into me, my abs giving way to a bloated gut of sloshing, warm jizz as he filled me fuller than was even possible. His last words before I fell asleep, the sensual feeling of a bloated cum-gut: “morphling”. I kept my eyes closed as the last remains of sleep faded away, and reached up, as if expecting, hoping I was still full of his cum. I felt nothing but tight, ripped, cobblestone abs.
The fantasy was lost as I slide out of bed, got up, rubbing my eyes, and walked half blindly to my bathroom. I flicked the light switch, and stared into the mirror. There was a yellow post-it note stuck to it. I leaned in close to read it:
So something had happened. How much of it had been real? The memories of his massive soft dick hanging down to his knees made me feel an urge to beat off. I wish I had half the dick I had seen snake out of his pants. For a moment, I closed my eyes, trying to imagine what I would look like if I were so lucky.
I felt warmth spreading in my member, and opened my eyes, feeling my jaw drop, and my heart race.
My usually 5 inch flaccid dick was elongating before my eyes, drooping down towards my knees. As the shock washed over me, pushing the wish from my mind, it stopped: it now hung ten inches in length, and a good 8 inches in girth, perfectly soft. Gulping, I imagined it longer, longer even then Seth’s had been.
The warmth returned, and before my eyes, it grew: 14 inches… 16 inches… I wished for it to be even longer… 24 inches… 30 inches. It was thicker than my thighs were, inches ever closer to the floor. I let the image in my head go as the tip brushed the hardwood floors.
It hung down, three feet long, and about a foot in circumference.
My pulse was racing as I imagined my balls ballooning up, first to the size of grapefruits, then to basketballs. As they swelled up, pushing my monstrous cock forward as they provided a shelf underneath it, my dick slowly rose off the floor. Soon, each ball was the size of a large watermelon, and as I stepped back to get as much of it in view of the mirror as I could, turning to the side to enjoy the effect, I felt a massive load of warm cum flowing around in my godlike balls. I reached down, lifting them up, massaging them; I could hear the cum sloshing around.
I thought to Seth’s wide shoulders packed with muscles that would put Superman to shame. I imagined my already fit frame growing muscles to match, and then some. They rippled as they grew before my eyes, my shoulder blades widening, my delts growing like cannonballs, and my Pecs filling out my upper torso like two, thick, hard pillows of pure masculinity. My lats sprang outward, pushing my massive, bulging arms out as if to show off my newfound Olympic stature. My legs were fast becoming tree trunks, and my abs were becoming a perfectly, insanely ripped eight pack.
I was a God.
I looked at my hair, willing it to grow longer, and it cascaded down my shoulders, framing my chest, and down to the small of my back. I looked like Conan the Barbarian, or at least, if he had been a 400 pound Adonis.
I felt new warmth spreading in my groin as my cock slowly began to rise. Blood from my newly massive body began to surge into my insane member, causing it to throb. As it rose, it became clear that it was not going to fit in my bathroom. I backed up into my shower, imagining it, willing it to shrink down to a more manageable size as it continued to feel out. I got it down to a still monstrous length and girth that I could hold it up, slid it between my Pecs, and just get my lips to the three inch slit. I willed the head to shrink enough, and my cock to grow longer that I could get it deep enough into my mouth to tongue it without gagging on its size. It looked weird, but when it slid into place, the feeling was amazing.
With one hand, caressing and massaging my watermelon sized nuts, and the other exploring my muscular frame, and stroking my 3 feet long, 12 inch in girth cock; I ran my tongue along the underside of my cock’s head.
The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt. In a fit of passion, I thumped my nuts, feeling the cum continuing to flood into them, making them swell even more. Remembering the amount of jizz Seth had let loose inside me, I closed my shower curtain just as my balls began to seize us, and I felt a rush of orgasmic anticipation.
The jet shot out of my cock so fast that it slid right down my throat like a fire hose. I felt the warmth gathering in my stomach, and immediately, I could feel it bulge out as if I had just eaten 50-60 hamburgers. I willed my cock to lengthen as it continued to shot into my gut, and felt my balls continued to swell, growing downward against my muscular legs. I braced myself against the wall as my gut continued to grow, my cock rushing to keep up as I willed it to slide deeper and deeper down my throat.
The swelling in my nuts stopped when I felt them reach my feet, and my cum-belly easily reached halfway to the other side of the shower-tub, causing the shower curtain to start to bulge as it pushed me sideways. The cum started to cum in spurts that each lasted about 20 seconds, my gut expanding sensually with each pump. I felt my balls start to recede, and carefully, stepped out of the tub to give me more room.
I felt my cock slide out of my mouth, forgetting to keep willing it longer. It flopped downward, until it came to rest over my still massive balls, pumping hot jizz into the bathtub. I stood, arching my back with each powerful pulse until it stopped.
The tub was only a few inches from overflowing. I turned, and looked down at the sloshing mass of steaming cum hungrily. I was grateful for bathroom was so big, as my cum-gut easily felt like I had put on 300 pounds of pure man-jizz. I did not care. I wanted to be bigger. I lowered myself, laying awkwardly on my side, and stuck my face into the pool of cum, slurping up as much as I could, willing it to enter me faster and faster. My gut continued to expand until, lowering myself right to the bottom of the tub, I slurped the last of it up.
My gut was pressed up against the wall, flattening it somewhat, and causing it to push upward. I slowly rotated myself, feeling it scrape against the wall, and it flopped forward spreading out, nearly filling the whole room. I reached forward with my massive arms, and gave it two almightily slaps. Waves of orgasmic intensity flooded me as it jiggled from side to side, each wave causing my dick to stiffen slightly. I willed it not to erupt: my balls had gone back down to the size of grapefruits.
For the next three hours, I massaged it, watching with a slight sadness as it slowly shrunk back down. Once I could once more get through the door, I raised myself up; still rubbing every inch of it, I could reach. I willed my hair to go back to normal, but kept my massive muscles, and willed my cock to be a still montersrous cock that hung down just past my knees. I walked through the house, to the full-length mirror I had in the front room, and admired myself.
I was bigger in every way than even Seth had been. I flexed my bulging arms, easily 30 inches of rippling muscle. I pounded my armor-plated Pecs that stood out a foot and a half from my ribcage. I flexed my lats, wider than anyone could possibly dream of.
By the time I stopped ogling myself, my gut had deflated completely.