More growth.

That night Caleb finally accepted that whatever was happening to him was--well, it was real. And it was fucking hot.

After his jog Caleb had been starving. So he made himself dinner in the kitchen still wearing his sweats and tshirt from working out. The night was hot and humid, and he had shucked his shirt by the time dinner was ready. Caleb had made a nice, big tossed salad with the wild greens he'd picked from the park to go with his meal. As soon as he started eating from it his cock chubbed up, gradually climbing up and pushing out past his waist band. When he finally noticed it, his cock was already rock hard and jutting up past his belly button toward his meaty pecs.

Meaty pecs? Caleb had always been more of a tall, lanky twink type--toned but thin. But as he looked down at his body he realized he had put on a shit ton of muscle in the past couple of days. He was cut up! His muscular chest and shoulder were bulky and striated, and he looked more like a junior body builder than someone who jogged a few times a week for exercise. Just for fun, Caleb flexed his bicep. He gasped at the size of its peak; his once skinny arm now bulged and rippled with thick muscle. Dark red, curly hair filled his pit, and he realized he was getting hairier too. A light dusting of red curls was coming in over his chest--he had always been more or less hairless there!--and a curly treasure trail led down toward his raging boner.

Speaking of his boner... it was gloriously huge. Caleb realized he was well past his old size of 7.5 inches. He got up from the dinner table and started digging in the junk drawer by his fridge. He was pretty sure his roommate Rahim kept a tailor's tape in there, and he wanted--no, needed--to get a real measurement of this monster. He found the tape and pushed his sweats down to his knees. As he measured, precum started leaking from his meaty rod, pooling on the floor.

"Fucking hell! Ten and a quarter inches! God, I'm so hot!"

Behind him, Caleb heard the door to Rahim's bedroom open. The skinny nerd was halfway into the kitchen--"Did you say something, Caleb?"--before it dawned on Caleb that Rahim was even home. There he was, just standing in the kitchen with his sweats pushed down to his knees, double-digit dong hanging out with a ribbon of pre dangling to the floor and Rahim's measuring tape wrapped around it, and in walks his geeky-ass roommate, gawking.

"Oh," said Rahim. Then he turned around and went back to his bedroom silently.

"Sorry, man!" Caleb shouted after him. "I just... kind forgot about you..." Caleb grabbed his plate, the measuring tape, and pulled his pants up--although his cock and balls still hung out the front cause his hands were full--and waddled into his own bedroom. He was mildly embarrassed. But he was even more elated because, just before he had realized Rahim caught measuring himself, he'd also discovered his cock was 7 inches around.

He must have jacked off five or six times that night. And that was just Monday. What the rest of the week held in store for him was going to make all this seem like nothing.

[[If you were Caleb, how would you spend the rest of your week as you discovered more about your growing body? Leave me a comment for inspiration, and I'll give writing your suggestions a shot.]]