Yes, really.

John settled himself onto the toilet seat lid and began masturbating, glancing up at the camera to make sure it was on him. Despite the still-unfamiliar size of his improved cock, his years of practice at this had him approaching orgasm within 5 minutes. As his massive balls drew up closer to his groin, he looked forward to this new experience he hoped would blow his mind compared to prior ones. His hands sped up as he neared the point of no return, pleasurable sensations rising higher than he'd ever experienced before, until...

*Knock Knock*

"SHIT!", he thought, "I forgot I'm supposed to be filmed eating dinner today!"

"John, stop masturbating and get your ass to supper!", Barbi yelled through the door. "I have to film you eating, and it's almost eight!" A slight wheedling tone entered her voice as she continued. "I'll even give you a treat, I saved 2 pop-tarts. You like pop-tarts, right?" The tone changed to one with anticipation in it. "Robert promised to keep me company tonight, and I don't want to be late. He even passed up Mom! No one has ever done that before!"

"Cam Off", he called softly to the voice sensor.
"Give me 5 more minutes!" John screamed through the curtain from the door of the restroom. "I'm almost finished with this boss fight".

"Sure you are!"

"Shut up and let me finish, you don't want to see this (actually you totally do, but later for that)!"

Surprisingly, Barbi actually shut up. But she still stood outside his door.

3 minutes later, she heard a few muffled guttural groans and a loud splattering sound, repeated about 20 times, then running water. "I didn't know he had a sink in there", she thought idly. But luckily for John, she didn't dwell on the thought, still distracted by what had sounded like an insane amount of cum (she knew he was actually masturbating, he always did around now if not disturbed prior).

Barbi still had a few lingering soft spots for John. When her mother had married his dad, John had been in better shape and just finishing college (bachelors in business, poor grades but donations from his father got him through to graduation). She'd only been 14, a year before her mother's training started, and had started to develop a crush on the nearest male close to her age of any attractiveness.

She still occasionally fantasized about an imaginary version of him - one who had taken over his fathers company, had a giant cock he fucked her silly with, and took her away from her overbearing mother to a life of pleasure and comfort.

Her shaved pussy (Jane insisted they "keep things hairless down there") became slightly moist as her prior fantasies merged with what her imagination insisted must have been enough cum to cover her entire upper body.

"No", she thought, "He must have spilled some lotion on purpose to mess with me. Mom said his dad had a tiny dick with balls the size of pebbles, and she would know if a dick of any size was nearby."

Four plus years of training kicked in, and she dismissed the fantasy for later. "Clean yourself up and get upstairs to the kitchen in 5 minutes or I'm calling mom!" she shouted through the door, before turning and heading up the stairs.

John, lying semi-comatose from pleasure on the bathroom floor, his hands covered in cum, could only groan in response as he stared at the small river of it slowly heading for the drain, chased by rivulets of water from the overflowing sink.

"Clean me", he thought to himself.