A young man and his wife find themselves at the mercy of a cock pump. He's already quite big at 9 inches long, but how much bigger can he go and will they find a limit to his size?
“Unphmm,” I groan. My sore cock laying heavily between my legs on the mattress. My large melon sized nuts sore from their newly grown size.
“Good morning sweetheart. Mmmmmmph…” My wife laying next to me sits up. Her breasts dropping downward as my cock throbs at the sight. “Still hurting a bit…?” She says as she peels the covers back revealing the large cock dominating my groin. Balls splayed out as my thick muscular thighs are spread eagle on the mattress.
“Yea…” I reach down, and knead the soreness out of it. My cock a long and thick piece of meat now from our repeated sessions over the last few weeks in the tubes. My nuts are boiling with cum.
“It’s just…” I start to say.
Over our last few sessions the past couple of weeks I haven’t been able to pump for too long. My cock would belt out a leathery whine in the tube as another stretch mark appears, the meat so full it could explode, deformed and bloated like it’s been stuffed with three giant cylindrical balloons fighting for space. All we could accomplish was a small complaint out my tortured cock and then a flash of white as my nuts unload into the device. So far we were stuck, never gaining any more size past its 16” length and 4” wide two-liter thick girth…
“I just want more… and you know I’m not a quitter.” I say to her, picking up the fat sausage in my left hand and flopping it back and forth. The head is swollen and purple still as its size holds massive amounts of blood in it even in its soft 12” state, the thickness bigger around than my forearm.
“I did get a new job at this company you bought it from,” Rachel says. “Maybe I can put my medical and engineering expertise to the task.” She drags one of her nails across the surface of my cock. It twitches… slowly awakening as it struggles to become erect…
“But I can’t get a full-on erection. We’ve destroyed the tunica underneath my skin… That’s what the doctor said. Not to mention it’s painful with every erection as it just wants to keep getting fatter, not longer.”
After the last session, I couldn’t get bigger than 16”. We were lost in out throes of bliss and groping each other when I felt a strange feeling on the sides of my cock. That’s when I looked down and freaked.
I had stuffed the interior of the massive tubes’ girth. My cock had never been so full in my life. A massive balloon of flesh was pressing into the walls. I felt a pop deep within my cock as a burning sensation filled the entire burgeoning length.
“I know… That’s why we gotta try something at least. I know I want you to have the biggest cock that a woman would want from her husband. But I also don’t want you to get hurt. Or worse, explode.” She winks at me. My cock twitches harder as it fills up, getting thicker as it stretches along the bed towards my feet. It’s 16” long now as it begins filling up like a goodyear blimp, swelling wider and wider as it attempts to achieve full erection.
“Mmmmph…” I grunt. “You’ll need to help with this… I don’t want it to pop either… but damn does it feel so good to have the skin stretch around its’ growing meat inside.” I bite my lip, reveling in the moment of my cock filing up with even more blood as it inflates and stretches the skin around it. The bulging cavernosum is spreading out wider and wider as they over fill in size.
“I… I think I’ve hit a new PR…” I grunt. My cock is still swelling with every pulse, so fat and heavy it cannot leave the bed with its weight.
“Let’s measure and find out.”
“Hurry… it’s starting to burn…” I say, grabbing onto the base of my cock as it swells slowly fatter and fatter, the skin growing tighter and tighter as it forces itself to keep getting more erect. The doctor explained that I will experience daily extreme priapisms due to our overuse of the device—and that it could lead to irreparable damage if we kept at it. But I don’t care. I want more…
“Now let’s see how our big guy is, shall we?” She gingerly wraps the tape measure around the throbbing spongy cock. The inflated tube acting more like an overfilled water balloon as it jiggles from the movement. The feeling strange and erotic as her hands caress the fatness of my cock.
“Damn… that’s a fat cock. I say you’ve outgrown your last measurement by a lot,” she says.
“By how much…?”
“Well, last girth measurement was around 13.25” around… You’re just over 15” this time. That’s… let’s see.” She does some quick mental math, just what I’d expect from my medical engineering wife. “That’s 4.8” in width. You’re gonna have to slow down—those stretch marks look ready to split.” She tosses me a smirk.
“I can’t help it. It won’t stop getting bigger unless I cum. And damn, these things are feeling rather tight and full this morning… Must be my workouts helping along…”
“Uh huh. Workouts. Look, honey. I know this may sound weird coming from me, seeing as this was my idea to begin with, but strictly from a medical perspective…”
“You’re a medical engineer, not a doctor.”
“Still… I’d rather you took time and enjoyed the size like I am and allow yourself to heal.”
“If I haven’t popped yet, who’s to say I can’t get even bigger if we don’t try…” I beg her. Pulling her close I hug her in my lap, her ass resting on top of the base of the beast. I can feel my balls churning…
“All right… but I decide what’s your limit. If it looks dangerous then we stop. But for now… let’s get you some new clothes.”
Getting out of the car and heading into the mall, I feel keenly aware of the massive bulge running down my leg. It looks like I’m smuggling a 2-liter bottle in my grey joggers.
“Honey, why did you bring me here?” I say, feeling all eyes on my crotch. A few women are even looking at me as they bite their lips, snicker, or turn away in fear. Men are eying me with envy or disbelief that what’s down my right leg is real.
“To get you some bigger clothes… mainly underwear…”
“Oh no… don’t bring me to her…”
“You’ll be fine. Just act natural.”
“There’s absolutely nothing natural about this.” I motion down toward the fat sausage in my pants, the melon like nuts bouncing against the thighs as they jostle around with my every step. Electrifying signals ae running through my spine and back down to my crotch.
“Easy now… I don’t want to rip out of these sweats…” I mumble under my breath.
“What was that, dear?” Rachel turns around as I’ve fallen behind. I’m desperately trying not to cause a scene in public. This is the first time I’ve been out since our little experiment and having taken a leave of absence from my construction job due to ‘health concerns’ by my doctor.
“Oh nothin’…” I wave to her, eagerly catching up and wincing as my nuts bang against my inner thighs. Three balloon-like shapes bulging in the fabric make it nearly obvious to the layman person that I might have stolen something.
“Well, come on. I’ve asked her for a special visit. Don’t worry. The store will be closed soon…”
Rounding the corner in the mall, my cock bloated and thick in the joggers I mistakenly decided to wear to a public area jostling side to side as my balls audibly slap my inner thighs, we approach the storefront of her closest friends.
“Well… at least we won’t have to worry about anyone coming inside,” she says, looking at the ‘Under Refurbishment’ sign and the blacked out windows on the storefront.
*BEEP* *BEEP* Her phone goes off…
“It’s from Veronica…. she’ll let us inside in a minute,” she says, replying back on her phone. “So… what are you looking to get?” she asks. “I know they have some clothing still for men your size…”
“Yeah… but those are gag gifts. Not really suitable to for someone who’s actually hung like a horse now,” I reply.
“Well, stud…” she grabs onto my cock through the grey fabric and squeezes… My legs shake as my knees feel weak from pleasure. “Let’s find out how well you fill those pouches out…”
“Not… nnnuh… here…” My voice is raspy as I whisper through gritted teeth, trying desperately not a pop a massive, thick boner. I’ve ripped through so many clothes doing this at home… but here, in the mall, hell no…
My cock is swelling rapidly as his head fills out and presses against the fabric. The helmet visible easily from any forward angle…. My shaft swelling fatter and longer as it swells toward my knee. Throbbing as she’s squeezing into it as if coaxing it to grow bigger… right here in front of everyone.
*Clink* *SWOOSH* as the doors of the closed shop suddenly open.
“Veronica!” Mmmph… She presses harder against my fat cock as she boosts off and embraces her friend with a hug.
“It’s been sooooo long girl! How ya been?” the tall, dark-skinned woman says.
“Well, you know… same ol’ same ol’. But, my husband and I have kind of a problem and he needs some new outfits that’ll fit him just right.” She winks at me, motioning her head toward the door as we enter. Veronica closes and locks it back behind us. Boxes of clothes are scattered everywhere. Plastic curtains cover the cashiers’ desk and the fitting rooms.
“Excuse the mess. We’re doing some remodeling for our clients. We love to keep things fresh here in the shop.”
Rachel nudges me in the side with her elbow. “I told ya there wouldn’t be anyone in here to disturb us.
“Well… here we are. A box of… well… oversized jocks and underwear,” Veronica states. “To tell ya the truth, I didn’t believe you until you sent those pict—”
“SSShhh!” my wife says, glaring at her friend.
“You sent her pictures?!” I ask, flabbergasted.
“Yeah… But she didn’t believe me so I snapped a couple of pictures while you were showering and …”
“Well… you gonna disrobe or what? I may be a woman but I’ve seen my fair share of dicks in this store, considering we offer specialty clothing for our enhanced males. Ya know… saline and silicone and stuff like that. Pumpers too. And apparently, you’re the later so hop to it!” *CLAP* *CLAP* She claps her hands together as she opens a box. “Here…” She hands me a jock with a pouch made for a bowling ball. “Try these… from the pictures I’d say your dick and balls will fit snuggly in this.”
“Seriously. I don’t even think one of my nuts would fit in this…”
“You’re kidding, right?” Veronica says.
“Those were kind of old pictures I sent you, Veronica,” my wife explains, with a leer in my direction. “We’ve had some fun since then.”
“Well… then drop the sweats and let’s see what we’re working with.”
“All right, but I’m gonna warn you. Things are a lot bigger up close in personal.” I remove my sweats.
“Hot damn! This mother fucker is huge!” Veronica says.
“Yeah… and he just keeps getting bigger….” My wife leans down, stroking the surface of my inflated dick. It’s begun its inflation with all the attention it’s been getting from the mall onlookers and now my wife and her friend…
“Doe.. Does it get hard?”
“Not really… feels more like a balloon. All squishy and full. But it does get pretty fat…” I tell her, sitting down on the seat. My bulbous cockhead sinks further and further to the floor as my cock is now in full blown erection mode.
My cock is now blowing up between my legs. The weight of it hangs down as my thighs squeeze together and the back out as if pumping more blood into the monster we’ve created.
“Unnph…” I say. “Gotta cum or my balls are gonna explode…” I’m sweating now from my forehead and my nuts, still reeling from the morning and having built up enough cum from the attention they ballooned in size. Melons hanging down in a tight sack. The skin is pulled taught on their surface as they droop lower and lower.
“You’ve got some ripe watermelons down there… Rachel, you’ve hit the jackpot with this one…” Veronica says. “Is this as long as it gets…?”
“Yep… 16 inches. Won’t go any longer. Now it’s just gonna get fatter…” I say. “Here… Mmmph…” I pick up my cock and close my thighs to give it a resting place… “Enjoy the show…”
I can feel the blood pumping into my dick on my legs. Veronica’s eyes are glued to the inflating balloon in front of her. My wife’s delicate hands rub up and down the length of my growing cock.
“Essh…” I wince. feeling the skin pull taught as I reach my limit. My fat cock is jiggling side to side like an over inflated cylindrical water balloon ready to burst.
“There…It’s nearly full… 4.8” in width…” I grunt as my cock is still pounding hard into my thighs. I can feel its weight resting heavily on them as pulses. Soft yet firm. Squishy yet full. Having run out of space inside the spongy interior of my cock it stops swelling with a final pulse.
*EEEECK* A fleshy squeak echoes from it as it spreads out wider… My eyes grow wide as my body forces more size into it.
“That…that’s enough… you can stop growing now…” I moan with gritted teeth. The burning from my over stretched skin radiates down the shaft as it pulls in every direction…
“Geez… I’d’ve thought you were soft…” She pokes into the flesh. “So springy and elastic. The skin is so stretchy. I didn’t think a cock could keep growing like that…” Veronica states.
“Well, the doctor told us we’ve destroyed the tunica fascia when we overdid it the first time, and it never healed,” Rachel explains. “So now he experiences these priapisms where his cock won’t stop filling with blood…”
My cock swells against my thighs. I can feel the skin struggling against the influx of more blood. The pressure is causing my dick to leak pre-cum.
“Uh… guys… I think I’m still getting thicker,” I grit through my teeth.
“Yeah yeah… In a minute.” My wife waves her hands as she’s conversing with Veronica, explaining all this medical mumbo jumbo to her..
My cock has become an inflating time bomb ready to go off, ballooning up further in my lap as its weight increases. I’m becoming lightheaded from the amount of blood still pooling in my cock.
“Seriously! Nnnnnugh… Make me cum or this thing is gonna burst!” I shout at them.
“What! Oh shit…” My wife turns and then looks down at the now-crimson blob of a cock in my lap. Its pulsing and jiggling side to side as I knead the surface. It’s so sore deep in the cavernosum as it overfills the flesh within.
“Wait!” Veronica says. “Are you sure we shouldn’t call an ambulance or something?”
“Nah.. he just needs to cum… I need your help…”
“Oh.. Oh no… uh huh… not like this. I’m a lesbian, sweetheart…”
“So?! I’ve seen you suck dick in college. You’ve touched many guys dicks in this store too!”
“That’s different! I’ve been professional in my career here. My interest is in tacos honey, not hotdogs… Besides, this thing here looks ready to pop…” She eyes it with concern. Hands trembling…
“Just fucking jerk me off before I cause a mess in here and we really that ambulance then…” I spite back at both of them.
With a huff Veronica gives in… her stroking becomes sensual as her hands, rough and calloused, rub over the sensitive skin…
“Mm…measure it…” I grunt.
“Measure it! I wanna know how big it got this time!” I grunt, my orgasm racing toward the tip of my cock.
Veronica sighs and grabs the tape measure.
“Here…” My wife picks up the fat, jiggling mass of a cock as Veronica slides the tape measure underneath… I can see the deep stretch mark of my circumcision scar turning purple from the pressure. Lines forming in the skin as it stretches fatter and fatter like a baseball club…
“Hurry…” I grunt. “I can feel it stretching its limit…” My legs are vibrating in ecstasy, the meat burning from the expansion as it continues to get erect. I can feel it pulling forward as I begin to feel full. For the first time since the pumping began, my cock is feeling fully erect.
“Honey… it’s…” Veronica, wrapping the tailors tape around the fat cock with shaking hands, “It’s 19” around… Fuck that’s over 6” wide… And… it looks like it’s getting longer…”
“Yes! It’s getting erect! Finally!” I yell in horny triumph. The ecstasy I feel as my cock throbs hard. Pulsing forward now as the massive head begins to scoot off from my knees. A pulling sensation filling every inch of my cock. Veins rising to the surface as the chambers within show themselves through the tortured skin. My cock is finally breaking through the 16” barrier and who knows how long it is now.
“Shhhht… Carefull…” I breath in heavily as she pulls the tape out… Cum pouring from my overladened balls. They’ve pulled upward against my hamstring attempting to get as close to my cock as possible. I can feel my cock growing stiffer and stiffer. Pulsing as it lurches up off my thighs and forward…
“Yes! Get bigger for me! I’m finally hard!” The relief I feel from not achieving full erection is abated by the sensation of my erecting cock arching upward and down as it stretches forward. I can feel the cylindrical sponge filled tubes within my cock reaching critical mass as pain begins to fill the meat within my cock. This priapism has turned my cock into a 20” monster… the tape affirming that as Veronica and my wife look on at it resting on the head of my dick down to the base.
“Fuck…” I say as they fall silent, eyes wide with lust… My erection is so hard and powerful it’s defying gravity once again. My legs spread open now as my fat cock bobs heavily in the air. Pulling hard on my abdomen… cum now gushing as my nuts begin to unload. A bulge travels up my dick and reaches the head of my cock where it sprays loudly with a large *BELCH* *SPLAT*. A stream of cum gushes from my groin as my cock burns with intensity.
“This is... amazing…” Veronica says… “So much potential…”
Cum dripping from the tip as my orgasm abates. My still melon sized nuts sore from their build up and current state of arousal. My cock slowly deflating in size as it returns to its new flaccid state.
“Hey! Veronica! We’re back!”
My mind racing in sexual anticipation as my wife’s face turns red with embarrassment…
“We brought this in…” They’re carrying in a box emblazoned with the UberPump’s logo.
“Surprise…” My wife, Rachel says, kissing the flaccid cock in front of me…
“You size whore…” I wink at her, breathing heavily. Bianca and Katelyn are entering the room as Veronica stands up, with my wife on the side of me.
“Well… I see that the party has already started. Let’s make you a real man soon, Chris!” Bianca walks forward, reaching down and squeezing the fat head of my deflated cock… it lurches forward as another erection begins to form.
Oh boy… this is gonna be fun.
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