Miguel's at home one week later...

BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP!

Jesus Christ! I roll over and start slapping at my goddamn alarm clock, trying to find it in the dark to shut off that awful screeching noise. I finally hit the button and it goes silent. I squint at the machine to read its bright red display. 5:30 AM.

"Fuck..." I whisper. "I don't know why I do this to myself." Class starts at 8:00, but since I'm trying to get back into my old routine I wanted to try to hit the gym this morning. This is my first week back after a week of being locked away in quarantine and another week stuck in my parents home for continued isolation and observation.

That was pure hell... what with Mom barging into my room all the time, demanding to take my temperature and asking how I was feeling. I was feeling fine; great actually. Except for when weird shit started happening to me about halfway through the week. The first red flag was when I woke up with the biggest morning wood I'd ever had raging hard and fat like hot steel. The morning boner wasn't what was abnormal--I'm 19 after all. It was the size of thing. I was rocking a full nine inches and it was as thick as my wrist.

The second red flag was when I jerked that thing off and jizzed about a quart of cum all over my bathroom mirror. The sheer size and force of my load was pretty on par with Ivan's own monstrous cum explosions a few weeks before he hulked out and disappeared. Or, did he get abducted by some secret government lab? I wouldn't fucking know, since Doc. Haverstein refused to ever say.

Anyways, I decided to give Haverstein a call that day. I figured this was a pretty clear sign that whatever crazy disease took over Ivan's body and mind was still floating around in my system. But despite all the tests and treatments and the next two days of continued exams, they couldn't find anything. Haverstein ended up concluding that this was a minor side effect of my exposure. There were no traces of any infection... and unless it had just completely mutated and taken on an altogether different genetic structure, it was impossible that I was still infected. He sent me back home and cleared me to go back to college.

That was a huge relief. Even just a few days back in my parents house was a nightmare. Last night--Sunday--they finally brought me back to the dorm. But not before dragging me to church that morning! God, it was painful...

Mom and Dad are really big on church, and I knew they were going to make me go. Maybe they think if their wackadoo pastor prays over me enough times I'll turn straight or something, I don't know. So here's the way yesterday played out...

I woke up before my alarm went off, sweating and totally boned again, and laying in a pool of precum. I mean, not a literal pool of precum, but still a lot. My sheets were totally soaked with it and my whole torso was slimy from rolling around in it. I stank like a teenager's month-old cum rag. And I couldn't help it, but just... like, the overpowering smell of my own sexual fluids was getting me completely turned on. And my newly nine-inch fuckstick was just throbbing with every beat of my heart, so heavy it'd actually bounce in time with my pulse. So what did I do?

I did what any hyper-horny teenager with a boned up monster dong would do and started playing with it. I tried to start off slow: I took my index finger just rubbed it around the edge of my dickslit while I thumbed my foreskin. Just the lightest touch was enough to send waves of pleasure through my body. Before long, I was just all-out having a hardcore wank: both hands wrapped around my throbbing cock and grunting and moaning as I humped my fists, totally blissed out in goon heaven when suddenly--out of fucking nowhere--my bedroom door swings open and my twin brother, Leo, walks in mumbling something about getting ready for fucking church.

His timing could not have been worse. He realized what I was doing at about the same moment that I realized that he was even there--which was about 2 seconds before I came like a fucking cannon and painted the wall behind my bed with a literal quart of steaming-hot man cream.

"Oh, shit!" We both said, in unison. And then my cock started firing.

Then, Leo wanted to know how the fuck I had added 2 inches to my meat and grown nuts the size of kiwi fruits, and in the middle of that awkward ass conversation our mom decided to barge in. She screamed at both of us, made me clean it all up and take a shower, and then screamed at me for another hour the whole long drive to church.

Church was even worse. For one thing, she'd made me dress up in khakis and a tacky-ass brown shirt, neither of which fit me properly anyway, so the whole fucking day I'm having to listen to Pastor Kenny preach while my brother's sitting next to me in the pew staring down at my massive imprint of my cock stuffed down the left leg of my pants.

And, even though it's my brother, just the idea of anyone staring at it gets me excited enough that I chubbed up halfway and started oozing precum like a leaky faucet. I was getting used to the precum issue by then; Doc Haverstein warned me that excessive pre-ejaculatory fluid would probably be a lifelong issue. To help with that problem I had decided to try wearing a condom so it wouldn't leak through my pants.

It was a brilliant plan. Or, it would have been, except for the fact that the service was four fucking hours long, which meant my cock wasn't the only thing filling up my pant-leg. By the end of worship I the condom was starting to inflate and stretch further down my leg. It was so full, in fact, that to keep it from slipping off and spraying my with my own goo when we all stood up and walked back to the car I had to hold onto it to keep it in place. I told my mom I had a muscle cramp and pretended to limp the whole way to the car with my hand holding it down through my pant leg so it didn't fall off.

When we finally got home, and I got it off the condom looked like an elongated water balloon and it weighed three and a quarter pounds. I tied it off and left it on my bedside table while I went to go wipe off my dick in the bathroom.

When I came back, I found Leo crouched next to my bed guzzling my precum from the condom. He was drinking so fast he choked and it spewed out his nose and down his shirt, but he chugged it down until the last drop. Apparently he was hoping I was still contagious or something. Sucks for him that I'm not, he's not even gay.

So, yeah... It was a weird day.

I'm so glad to be back to my dorm and away from my family. It almost feels worth it to be getting up before dawn and to get back into my old routine.