Show them what you've done

John grins, a wicked smile overtaking him. He snaps his fingers, and there's no light this time. To an onlooker, nothing seemed to have changed, until John's hand began to stretch. It wove its way backwards, probing the air until it found the metal of the handle, covered in his warm spunk just like everything else. With a flick, he unlocked it, and the door flung open. He heard the shrieks of his mum and sister as a torrent of fresh semen poured from the bathroom, dousing their legs and soaking their jeans.

"Jonathan, what the hell happened!" His mother yelled, ducking out of the way as his river of cum slid out into the hallway and began pouring onto the staircase.

"Oh come on mum," John said, still unable to turn around due to his monumental balls, even as the flow of cum nearly swept his legs out from under him, "I feel like that's obvious."

"Buh-" He couldn't see her, but he could feel her eyes burning a hole in his newly toned back. His stretched testicles jiggled slightly as he chuckled. John reached forward and grabbed hold of his softening cock, draping it over his shoulder and giving a mock little wave with the gigantic member. The head lolled from one side to another like a puppet with its strings cut. John could feel the skin pulling one way, then another, taking the nerves with it. It felt... Weird, but amazing. Like his own cock and gravity were jerking him off. He could feel himself getting a little turned on by this ridiculous display.

"This- That's... Young man, if this is another one of your insane films, you will never step foot out of your room for the rest of your life," His mother said.

John heard some squelching noises that snapped him straight out of his revelry. The lewd afterglow was replaced by terror as he tried to push himself out of the way. Too late, too little. A hand came down on the side of his head. He would've fallen over if his giant balls hadn't been there, but his ears were rung like parisian bells.

"You ruin my nice soup bowls, you nearly get the house burnt down, and now this?" Another slap, other side of the head, "Do you have no respect? Do you think this is a game?"

Again, bang. And another, bang.

"Stop, stop! I'm sorry!" John raised his hands above his head, taking the edge off a few blows, "It's real! It's not a prop! I can show you!"

"No! I've had enough! You will clean all of this up or so help me god I will make you lick it up!" His mum brought down a final blow, going between his shoulder blades instead where his hands couldn't block, "Now get out of that stupid thing and get to work before it dries!"

With that, he heard more squelching as she left the room. When he was sure she had gone, he breathed a sigh. Maybe he'd gone a little too far. He snapped his fingers, and his cock shrunk back down. Well, back down is a relative term. John's cock was still a foot long with hefty balls to match. Looking around, he found his boxers, almost obliterated by all his cum. He snapped his fingers again, and a brand new pair of boxers sprung around his hips. He moved his crotch about, feeling the new extra room and enjoying it. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he considered the best way to clean this all up.