Colossal Titan Level: 99

Time seemed to stand still, refusing to acknowledge the events unfolding around him; Arnold’s mind was torn between two competing emotions, each vying to impose its own perspective.

On one hand, there was his innate fear of anything outside his comfort zone; without intending to, he had stumbled onto a path that was as unfamiliar as it was terrifying. He dreaded that this path might lead him to make a stupid mistake—after all, he knew nothing about this "subject matter"; kisses, declarations of love, and sex were far removed from his usual "field of study."

The source of his terror was the thought that everything might fall apart the moment his reproductive organ was exposed, given how it likely paled in comparison to his scrawny physique.

Yet, there was something else stirring within him: lust. The beer Britney had given him, Astrid’s kiss, and Iris’s romantic confession had all flipped his sexual switch. Despite being a nerd, he was still a man—one currently swept up in a surge of hormones urging him to fulfill his reproductive purpose.

This rush had his heart pumping a steady stream of adrenaline and endorphins, encouraging him to enjoy the moment—a moment now defined by the sound of Iris’s sultry voice.

Amidst this internal struggle, Arnold kept his eyes closed. He could clearly hear the cheerful murmurs of Astrid and Britney, while Iris’s breathing sounded heavy and close, as if she were inhaling the scent of his crotch.

The blonde’s hands settled right over the button of his unfastened trousers; her fingers delicately gripped the edge, poised to slide the garment down.

"It’s time, hehehe," Iris said eagerly. "Time to set this little guy free."

The other two continued to egg things on, with the cheerleader’s phone capturing the entire scene. “Come on, girl, I want to see it!”

“Unsheathe that nerd’s weapon!”

Sweating more than he ever had before, Arnold accepted that this unusual moment was just as inevitable as the others.

“Alright girls, how about a countdown starting from ten?”

“Okay.”

“Agreed.”

The trio began the count in perfect, synchronized unison.

“10... 9... 8...” The redhead held his breath. “7... 6... 5... 4...” Then he bit his lip to stifle any scream.

“3.......... 2.................... 1..............”

FLAP!

“Ow!”

Arnold heard a loud, heavy thud that made the rich girl groan and cut the countdown short; then came the sound of something hitting the floor and bouncing a few times, followed by nothing—not even a murmur. The absolute silence created an air of mystery; he couldn't understand why no one was saying anything.

It was more agonizing than the taunts of the past; he had no choice but to conquer his fear and open his eyes. Glancing toward the bed, the first thing he noticed was Britney’s phone on the floor near his feet—at least he knew that had fallen.

But the moment he adjusted his glasses to get a better look at the girls, he was shocked:

In their place sat two mannequins on the bed; neither moved nor breathed, and their eyes were twice their normal size, showing no signs of blinking.

The redhead held her arms at chest level, her hands shaped like claws gripping an imaginary object. Beside her, the brunette’s jaw hung slack, her pupils were the size of ants, and her right hand was outstretched, pointing at him as if he were a monster. Those two figures were Britney and Astrid; their state made no sense to the young intellectual. The only thing he could deduce was that he seemed to be the cause of their agitated condition—judging by the way their eyes were boring into him like daggers... or, more specifically, into his crotch.

Following their gaze, a fearful Arnold lowered his head, expecting to see Iris's face, but that wasn't what he found. Instead, he encountered something resembling a massive chorizo sausage obstructing a large portion of the blonde's face.

Reddish in color, with thick bluish veins and a pinker tip, the object completely covered her mouth and nose; its sheer weight pressed into her cheeks. While her left eye was completely obscured, only a fraction of the right eye's blue pupil remained visible. The shaft extended down past her chin, easily parting her hair, with the tip curving slightly downward.

In his confusion, it took the nerd a long time to realize that this rod of flesh... was actually his own cock!

If things had already deviated from the norm, this was something else entirely. His body had never been particularly large down there—he could barely manage two and a half inches at full mast; he kept it clean and shaved every Sunday—nothing special or amazing.

But this bordered on the supernatural!

Its size and thickness rivaled that of a horse; it was shrouded in a thick coat of hair that adorned it like a lion's mane. Its weight bore down on the blonde, forcing her head even lower. A sticky substance coated it, adding texture, and it exuded a potent musky scent that spread rapidly. No matter how she turned it over in her mind, she couldn't find a logical reason for such an extreme transformation; it was anatomically impossible.

She found it far more plausible that this colossal protrusion was the result of an alien experiment or belonged to a radioactive mutant. There was no way someone as scrawny and weak as him could be the owner of that "third leg."

And the worst part... it wasn't even fully erect yet!

Although it was highly aroused, the thing was still only halfway there; she could sense it had a way to go before reaching its "final form."

"Mmm... hmph..."

Tiny sounds escaped Iris, muffled by all the flesh pressing against her mouth. Britney and Astrid, however, managed to speak, though they remained in their original positions.

"Oh my God... no man... fuck, I've never seen anything like it... that... that isn't... isn't human... THAT'S A MONSTER!"

"It can't be... it can't be... it can't be... I've seen plenty... but... but... nothing compares to that... I must be dreaming."

"B... Britney... then we're both... we're both dreaming... because we're seeing the same madness."

The cheerleader lowered her hand to search for her phone without taking her eyes off Arnold's monstrosity; after a few tries, she grabbed it and continued recording. “It’s... it’s impossible, Astrid... I have to... I have to film this... I need to zoom in... If I don’t record it... if I don’t record it, I won’t be able to believe it!”

“Girl... I haven’t taken my eyes off it... and I still can’t believe it!”

Amidst the commotion, the blonde beneath the nerd stirred, trying to free herself—even just a little—from that monster. Her movement sent pleasant electric shocks through the young redhead, causing his "masthead" to surge violently, making it even harder for the rich girl to escape.

She barely managed to free half her face, gasping for a huge breath of air. Just then, something heavy bumped against Arnold’s fragile legs: two massive, fleshy sacks that began to hang low like bells.

Testicles of ridiculous proportions made their appearance; they had transformed to the size of large balls—Arnold estimated each one was nearly nine inches across.

With her face partially freed, Iris’s expressions were more visible; though she still wore a look of astonishment, a deep longing was evident. Her nostrils were flared wide, her eyes glassy, and she was panting continuously.

“Oh... Mhmmbb... Good... mmhfbb... heavens... mmbbb...” she stammered, her mouth still partially covered.

Her gaze fixed on the nerd with even more adoration than when she had confessed her feelings; she was looking at the owner of that disproportionate symbol of virility.

“Mghhbbbb... Is... bbbbhhm... this huge thing... mhhbb... yours?” She rubbed her face against the folds of the monster.

“Ooooooohh”

Waves of pleasure made Arnold shudder, rendering him unable to respond; it seems his size wasn't the only thing that had increased down there.

“Mbbbb... yes, of course it is... mmh... and now... mmmbbb... Now it’s going to be mine!”