Dive right in

"No time to waste." You say.

You cup the head of you cock with one hand and give your nuts a gentle squeeze with the other. A small globe of extra-thick night time pre plumps into your hand, as if you were squeezing a shampoo bottle, and you rub it down the length of your shaft to act as lube. You bite your lip as pleasure rocks your body, and use every reserve of will power to resist jacking off as hard as you can.

Fingers shaking, you pull the band of the Tsunamic over your leaking tip. It slips on very easily, partly due to its size, partly due to the pre-lube. You slide it down with both hands, taking it slow, addicted to the feeling of your delicate fingers stroking down your rock hard erection, the way the Tsunamic got a little tighter as it passed the thick of your dick, and stopped. It nearly touched the base of your foot long, sparing barely an inch of space between the end of the condom and the start of your abdomen.

Hands twitching in anticipation, you cease the tip of your dick and stroke down. Hard.

"Ffffuccckkk… oh, god, this feels too good. Mnf~"

It takes a good second for your hands to stroke all your twelve inches from top to bottom, and you stifle moans as the sheer electric pleasure threatens to push you over the edge. No, not this soon, you intended to enjoy this. It feels heavenly, as if an angle were sucking you off with fat, puffy lips and a nice, warm, slick throat. The end of the Tsunamic bloats and begins sagging, a small orb of pre filling it out. Good. You'd only been going a few seconds and already there was about 100ml of sticky goop weighing it down. Your arousal doubled as you imagined that little white glob expanding and expanding, growing massively heavy as your cock exploded with its world record load of pent up jizz.

"Nngh - fucking Christ, so good!" You yell, unconcerned if anyone heard you. "Aahah - ah! I'll blow this thing to pieces and drown its remains, I fucking swear!"

Your hands were flying up and down your gargantuan rod, the fluid motions only possible because of the Tsunamic's ingenious material design. Despite its thickness, the bliss transmitted from your fingers to your swollen penis was barely hindered, allowing for maximum pleasure. Well worth the money! Your jaw hangs open constantly now, lewd moans, groans, and hot panting ringing sweetly in your ears as beads of sweat trickle down your skull. Your balls sloshed and jiggled audibly as you began bouncing on your bed, stroking so manically that your hands were just smears of lighting fast motion. The bombardment of stimulation was getting too much; you felt a familiar tingling emanate within your package, signalling the first bell before the Tsunamic's execution.

Despite all odds, however, the condom was taking your beating like a champion. The sphere of fluid had grown to the size of a grapefruit and hung half way to the floor, but there were no obvious signs of stress. "Not for long - MNF - y-you fucking... aaahaha."

You were panting like a dog indoors now. All you could hear was your **** breath, the strain of rubber from your cock, and the abused springs in you mattress protest as you bounced up and down like a toddler on a trampoline. Blood rushed from your hammering heart to engorge your massive twelve-incher even harder, a network of angry veins popping up on the surface. Your tongue hung open and saliva dripped down your chin; your cock was buzzing like a nuclear fission reactor, so, so close to explode.

"A-Any second now - ah! Oh my fucking god, I-I'm gonna explode! NNNGH!"

Your balls rumbled as their fat load was secured into the firing chamber, physically bloating from the excessive cum they were cranking out, pushing your legs further apart with their immense size. The ball of pre was the size and shape of a large bowling ball, and hung laboriously from your steel-strength dick, growing heavier and heavier as you edged closer and closer to the edge... as you... as you...

"I'm... mnf~ … I-I think I'm..." You groan, gritting your teeth as you clenched every muscle in your body to hold in your condom breaker. Your voice was high and shaky, arms trembling, toes curled, fingers digging into the concrete hard flesh of your dick as your reserve finally, blessedly broke.

"Oh fuck. OH GOD. I'M CUMMING! AAAHHHAA!" You screech.

Spine arching, nails clawing, and arms spasming from pleasure, you shrieked louder than a siren as your overworked testes unloaded their contents to the world.

Gallons upon gallons of compressed, steaming girlchouder lauded violently up your thirteen inch cock and exploded within the Tsunamic like a mini volcano. Your vision fuzzed at the edges as pleasure electrified your biological circuits, almost making you pass out with your first, colossal shot physically jolting your body. To the Tsunamic's credit, it held out admirably for the first few seconds, bloating to the size of an overgrown pumpkin and clinging on for dear life against the flood of jizz launching from your firehose cock.

That was just the pent up cum.

With nothing to stop them now, your balls CRUNCHED with enough pressure to bend metal, and ejected tens of gallons of baby batter into the Tsunamic. It immediately plummeted to the ground with a loud 'THUMP!' and bloated out to engulf your feet and lower calves. The bean bag-sized cum balloon was warmth with sticky, hyper seed, and audibly strained to contain your mountainous load.

You came and came and came for two full minutes, eyes rolling around your skull as your delirium nearly pushed you into unconsciousness. The Tsunamic rose like a pink air balloon over the horizon, its mass surpassing a couch and swelling endlessly as your super-cock ejaculated the equivalent of several bathtubs of cum. You thought, hopefully, that this inhuman experience would never end, but as the Tsunamic reached its limits, bulging against the walls close by and piling up with pinkish white substance, it finally gave out.

Your whole body, bed, desk, wardrobe, computer, windows, walls, and ceiling were painted with three fresh layers of girlcum in the atomic-cum blast of the former XXX-sized Tsunamic.

The sudden explosion hurled you flat on your back, so your whole form got glazed in white honey, thicker than syrup and warmer than milk. Your cock spewed two final, triumphant bursts of cum to the ceiling - coating you again from knee to ribcage - as you lay motionless, wide-eyed and panting as you tried and failed to understand what the fuck just happened.

"How did..." You trailed off, mentally shocked to continue. How had you cum so MUCH? After the Fourth and Fifth, you could fill a bathtub after about three sessions of jerking off, but this... the BACKED UP PRE was worth that much. "Jesus Christ..." You mutter, stunned at your incredibly new body. This feeling must have been reserved for the Gods - no human should have been capable of feeling this much pleasure, none.

Vision wavering, you slowly shut your eyes and drift off, the sweet smell of cum making you smile as you prepared for more wet dreams. Hopefully you wouldn't cum in your sleep again. That would be bad. But oddly, you found you didn't care.

You deserved this.