Maybe an Internet search...

What can you do with an unexplained penis that seems to grow larger with every passing moment? You haven't the slightest idea, and the thought of asking anyone at all terrifies you. Turning your gaze to your computer, you get a brainwave. Of course! Behind the anonymity of the Internet, surely someone must have found something. Maybe a wiki page or support site for anonymous contributors - if a resource for help exists, surely the Internet holds the answer? You scramble onto your seat, and a few clicks and presses later call up your browser, making sure to open a private window before commencing your search.

Ten minutes into your fact-finding session your initial enthusiasm crumbles into annoyance. Instead of scientific journals or possible advice, a deluge of fanfiction and erotic art plagues your screen. Pressing on, you scroll past another Photoshopped image of a girl stroking an impressive nine-inch staff, blushing heavily with her mouth agape in apparent euphoria. Weakly you tease your lower lip with your teeth. Sure, a few of your friends in clubs did profess to having some curiosity, but the sheer amount of interest in strangely endowed females is just staggering.

Despite your trembling finger, you can't seem to turn away as the images and stories start to blur into each other. Maybe the next results page, you tell yourself, but the threadbare excuse echoes hollowly in the shrinking rationale of your mind. You feel strangely aware of each breath your take, as though every exhale casts a blurry mask over your glasses as the page scrolls on and on. A blonde woman in leather ramming her tool into her hapless boyfriend, atop a Tumblr blurb about her fictional "conquests". An animated gif of an anime girl squirting a fountain's worth of liquid over the multicolored hair of her sailor fuku-sporting girlfriends. An enchanting sketch of a deeply blushing redhead with a swelling condom on her appendage, a dildo in her pussy and beads leaking out of her backdoor...

Feeling your dick surge upwards, you recoil with a yelp as you finally tear your eyes away from the monitor. The organ throbs up and down, apparently stimulated from a drop of drool that you hadn't noticed trailing down your chin. Veins once hidden but now faintly visible line the base, streaking erratically along the swelling rod as they pump life **** into it, while a bead of fluid marks the thin groove atop its peak of the glans, having risen from the foreskin like a king cobra emerging from its basket. You shudder at how grotesque this foreign object continues to be, but you know that at this moment, any illusion of control you might have had has been shattered. Unless you stroke one out now there's no chance of this thing getting smaller.